It was nearly half-past six in the evening at Luo's Private Kitchen.
After exchanging brief pleasantries, Yan Feifan, Feng Jian, the invited chief physician of oral and maxillofacial surgery Peng Zhanghua, and Pan Jichuan with his father all took their seats in a private room.
Peng Zhanghua was nearly fifty, slightly pudgy, with a hairline that had receded to the crown of his head, giving him a somewhat greasy appearance.
As for Pan Jichuan's father, Pan Shijin, the chief physician of general surgery, he was a handsome older man—tall and slender, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes.
Peng Zhanghua took a sip of tea, glanced around at the room's elegant decor, and chuckled. "I've long heard the home-style cooking here is second to none, but the place is packed every day. It's hard to get a table unless you book a week in advance."
"Mr. Yan, you must have recouped your investment in this place long ago, right?"
