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A dozen minutes later, the father and sons left Ji Man Xiang.
After all that commotion, who would still have the mood to eat?
The chubby kid was so hungry he could hardly walk, tightly clutching Luke's arm, "Bro, I want to eat."
Luke's stomach was also growling; he'd only had a hot dog for lunch—how could he not be hungry?
Li Zhaofeng was a bit upset too, worried about his brother's family's issues but didn't want to show it on his face. Since his two sons rarely visited, he hoped they would have a good time. Composing himself, he asked casually, "What do you want to eat, Chinese or Western?"
Li Zhaofeng was concerned that his sons, accustomed to Western food, might not be used to eating Chinese food all the time.
"As long as there's meat, it's fine." The chubby one wasn't picky.
Li Zhaofeng laughed, "Let's go, there's a restaurant up ahead, I guarantee you haven't tried it."
By that time, it was already dark.
