Talking and laughing all the way, it wasn't long before Chen Ruolong led Sun Zhe into an old alley and found the mutton restaurant he frequented.
"Now that you're in Kyoto, you've got to have authentic hotpot!"
"I'm telling you, boss, this place has been here for decades. My sister and I have been eating here since we were little!"
"Tonight we'll start with hotpot, and tomorrow I'll take you to a feast."
"Come, let's toast first!"
Faced with Chen Ruolong's enthusiasm, Sun Zhe had no choice but to raise his glass.
The fifty-two-degree Erguotou, a gulp and it's down!
Chen Ruoyi sat quietly without moving her chopsticks or speaking, like an ice sculpture.
Even when Sun Zhe approached her, she ignored him.
Sun Zhe could tell that this girl was definitely upset.
As for why she was upset, Sun Zhe had a clue—probably because he came to Kyoto without seeking her, not even a call or a message.
