East Wind Restaurant—a name very typical of the times.
It was quite spacious; the main hall was about two hundred square meters. There were no luxurious decorations, just whitewashed walls and cement floors, keeping the environment clean and bright. A dozen or so round tables were laid out, and in the very center was the counter where you ordered and picked up your food. Along the walls on both sides, two "VIP booths" were partitioned off with light blue fabric screens. The Gu brothers had taken one of them.
After ordering a table full of dishes, Gu Shaojun placed a few of the most tender morsels of chicken, duck, and fish into Zheng Shaolian's bowl. With a perfectly straight face, he said, "Shaolian, this is your favorite. This is your favorite, too. And this one... eat up!"
Zheng Shaolian's eyes reddened. He bit his lip, holding back his emotions, then snatched up a chicken wing and took a fierce bite.
