Shen Fanyun had originally wanted to hold the evening dinner at his own establishment, the Yunxiao Hotel. He had two reasons: he'd feel more at ease on his own turf, and he was so familiar with the menu that he wouldn't have to worry about unpleasant surprises or dishes that didn't suit his palate.
However, Wang Tuohai insisted on his own choice. Shen Fanyun simply went along with it.
「Emperor No. 1 Bistro.」
It was one of the most distinctive restaurants in Hangcheng City. Having been open for nearly twenty years, its fame was in no way inferior to the Yunxiao Hotel. For the long-time residents of Hangcheng, the place was steeped in nostalgia.
Wang Tuohai arrived at the restaurant first.
Shen Fanyun, after a comfortable bath, was on his way. He sent a message asking if Lu Feiyan had left yet. She replied that she would be on her way soon. It was only natural for a girl to take her time.
"Mr. Shen," Wang Tuohai said, waiting respectfully at the entrance.
