"Aren't you getting out?" Chen Yuan asked, looking back at Jiang Zhengfeng, who sat motionless in the car.
"Phone call," Jiang Zhengfeng said from a distance, holding up his phone through the window. "Give me two minutes. You go on in."
"So busy… We should have just skipped this meal."
Chen Yuan muttered, exasperated. He decided not to wait and strode toward the restaurant.
He didn't even need to look up to know what kind of food the restaurant served.
Every time his dad took him out to eat, it was always for their hometown's Shandong cuisine. The flavors were savory and fragrant—dishes like sweet and sour fish, braised prawns, spicy chicken, and moo shu pork.
That sort of thing.
'Maybe I'll get some takeout for Jiangg Yao later. She's probably never tried food from my hometown…' With that thought, Chen Yuan stepped through the door.
…
Jiang Zhengfeng watched Chen Yuan go inside. Then, the car door beside him opened.
