Cheng Hai squeezed forward and asked Yuan Jin'er, "Jin'er, where shall we dine?"
Yuan Jin'er did not answer but instead looked towards Li Chen like a little bird relying on someone.
Clearly, she wanted him to make the decision. Wherever he said to go, that's where they would go.
Another boy named Zhang Dong looked somewhat displeased and chimed in, "Let's go to Dengfeng Restaurant!"
Before Zhang Dong could finish speaking, a girl cried out in surprise.
"Dengfeng Restaurant is the best restaurant around Shaolin Temple. Just one good vegetarian meal there costs over ten thousand yuan. It's said that a few years ago, the Emperor of Russia visited Shaolin Temple and dined there. Rumor has it that one must reserve a seat at least a week in advance!"
Zhang Dong was dismissive and said, "That's other people, not us, Young Master Cheng. You might not know, but Cheng Hai's uncle is the owner of Dengfeng Restaurant. What kind of seat can't we get?"
