Before Zhang Zhidong could finish his sentence, he felt a sharp nudge on his elbow.
The piece of pork belly he had just stuffed into his mouth nearly got lodged in his throat.
He turned, about to ask Liu Lingxing just what he meant by that, but as he looked up, it belatedly dawned on him that he had misspoken.
Zhang Zhidong: "..."
Well, this was a bit awkward.
But this was where his thick skin came in handy.
"Wangxian Building was so lively! I just love a good crowd, so I went to check out the excitement. Heh heh, but don't you worry, Boss Ming, I definitely didn't eat there! In my heart, Ming's Restaurant is the best restaurant in all of Shangjing City!" Zhang Zhidong declared with an air of mock righteousness.
Ming Lingyi never thought there was anything wrong with her customers eating at Wangxian Building. She wasn't so overbearing as to think everyone should only eat at her restaurant.
