Inside the office, the three people finished the phone call and exchanged rueful smiles.
Seeing this, Zhao Chuan Guang laughed and said, "Alright, I'll cover for you. Let's first go out and try some Northeast cuisine with me, but when we return, you'll need to contact them."
"Uncle Zhao, you're the man!"
"You little punk, no respect."
Zhang Guoqing had long known that Zhao Chuan Guang would get along well with these three. At this moment, the couple saw them all in high spirits and burst into laughter.
In the provincial city, a restaurant had also implemented high-priced dishes. Unlike others, here you had to take a number in advance to enter the next day.
Zhou Jiao didn't know if her godfather, Zhao Chuan Guang, had received news of their arrival in advance. When they arrived, someone was already inside waiting for them to enter.
The tranquil environment and large bowls of food were enough for a few who had eaten dry rations to their tears to eat to their hearts' content.
