Langang Farmhouse Restaurant is quite a chic little place, surrounded by beautiful mountains and water, with an atmosphere that evokes deep contemplation.
People who dine here thoroughly enjoy the harmony between humans and nature.
Of course, when it cos to dining, taste must also not disappoint.
It’s said that the chef here was an Imperial Chef back in the day, with skills passed down to his generation.
They have a unique feature: there’s no ordering off a nu; you eat whatever they serve.
The dishes are made and consud fresh daily, never carried over to the next day, which is why they are famous.
This is what Li Xiang heard from Mao Ji in the car, and it made him feel a bit anxious.
That Sun Zhidong, picking such a place, would he end up pawning his underwear to pay the bill?
Of course, this was an exaggeration; surely it wouldn’t cost that much, what al would cost ten thousand?
But he still had to save money to buy a car.
He was asked to find a place that’s a hundred per person, and here five hundred per person would still not be considered expensive.
Not that Li Xiang was stingy; five hundred per person for nine people, almost five thousand total, he could afford that, but he didn’t like to put on airs, he wasn’t at that level yet, no need to pretend to be wealthy; he couldn’t compare with soone like the rich second generation.
"Co on, there’s a parking spot here, park the car."
When the detective team’s car arrived, Sun Zhidong was already at the entrance welcoming them, guiding them to a parking spot as soon as he saw their car.
Sun Zhidong was great at hosting, exuding a warm and friendly vibe; this was probably his best trait.
"Co on in and have a seat, everyone’s in for a treat today. The boss got so snowflake Wagyu airfreighted from Japan, let’s all have a good taste later."
"Snowflake Wagyu? I’ve never had it before, thank you, Captain Li, for such generosity today!"
Zhou Man clapped her little hands in delight and said.
Everyone thought Li Xiang had arranged tonight’s dinner. With such a grand gesture, everyone surmised that Li Xiang, like Sun Zhidong, must also be a rich second-generation.
Combined with his previous generous donation of 300,000, it further confird their speculation that he was wealthy.
Wealthy people run in the sa circles; since Sun Zhidong was hanging out with Li Xiang, the assumption was Li Xiang’s family must be wealthier than Sun Zhidong’s.
He was just too low-key.
Only Li Xiang, though his heart ached, smiled warmly and said to everyone, "No worries, everyone enjoy."
He intentionally stepped on Sun Zhidong’s foot as he passed by, then walked on.
"Ouch, Li Xiang, you stepped on ."
"Oh, I didn’t notice."
Li Xiang felt great; this evening’s little revenge was sweet.
The main thing was not holding a grudge overnight.
Sun Zhidong booked a private room, nad Ju Yitang.
That night, the detective team had a great ti; the food here had excellent color, aroma, and taste. No wonder it was always fully booked, with its high average spending still not deterring reservations.
"It was delicious, my first ti at Langang Farmhouse Restaurant, thanks to Captain Li. May Captain Li continue to sail forward and have boundless prospects."
"Yes, let’s toast Captain Li with our drinks instead of wine."
"Thank you all for your support, it’s been tough these past few days; today, let’s eat and drink well."
"Co on, cheers."
After dinner, Li Xiang left the table to settle the bill under the guise of going to the restroom.
"Ju Yitang’s bill has already been settled."
Li Xiang was startled, "Settled?"
"Yes, the gentleman behind you paid for it."
Li Xiang turned around, shocked: "Uncle Sun? What are you doing here?"
The person was Sun Zhidong’s father, whom he had t a few tis before.
"I just happened to be here hosting so friends for dinner, heard from Xiaodong that you all were planning to gather tonight, so I arranged for a private room for you. How was it, satisfied with the al?"
"This, it cost you, Uncle Sun. How much was it, let transfer the money to you."
Li Xiang quickly took out his phone, intending to transfer the money to Sun Zhidong’s father, but was stopped:
"It wasn’t much, compared to how you’ve looked out for Xiaodong, it’s nothing. Xiaodong has been spoiled by his mother since he was young, aimless and undisciplined, sent him to be an auxiliary police officer not to make money, just didn’t want him to go astray. I’m glad he’s doing well. The best thing he did was beco good friends with you, thanks for being a guiding light for him."
"Uncle Sun, you’re exaggerating. Your son isn’t as bad as you think, just a bit playful. He has a strong sense of justice, and he’ll definitely make a good cop in the future. Oh, Uncle Sun, why don’t you join us for a couple of drinks?" Li Xiang scratched his head, thinking Uncle Sun was going overboard, he wasn’t any kind of guiding light.
"No, I don’t want to intrude on your gathering, I still have guests waiting for over there, you’d better head back."
Uncle Sun waved him off, signaling him to return, then he also went back to his private room.
At this point, Li Xiang finally understood why Sun Zhidong had chosen this restaurant.
"I’m the host, and his dad pays. What is this?"
Li Xiang shook his head, put his phone back in his pocket, and returned to the private room, seeing Sun Zhidong giving him a knowing look. He realized Sun Zhidong must have inford his dad, which was why Uncle Sun caught him at the cashier for a chat.
"This won’t happen again!"
Li Xiang leaned over to his ear and softly spoke five words, to which Sun Zhidong replied, "Next ti, I’ll follow your lead."
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