Zhi'er blinked her long eyelashes: "Brother, do you know medicine?"
Bai Xuanmo chuckled, his handsome and melodious gaze looking forward: "It's alright, at least better than your Third Brother and Fourth Brother."
While speaking, he had already carried Zhi'er into the restaurant.
"Esteemed guests, please proceed upstairs." The waiter welcomed them warmly.
Once they were seated in a private room, Bai Xuanmo said, "Serve every signature dish you have here at the First Class Pavilion."
"Certainly, sir."
Bai Xuanmo looked at the little one, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Try them later, sister. If you like the taste here, I'll bring you every day."
Zhi'er replied softly, "Eating too much of anything isn't tasty. Coming every day might make us sick of it. How about once every half a month?"
Her little grown-up tone made Bai Xuanmo laugh.
Before long, the waiter had filled the table with delicacies.
Braised lion's head meatballs, money shrimp cakes, steamed osmanthus cakes.
