Lu Jin'an glanced at him, knowing that the so-called Prince Ji might be a good guy, but it didn't matter much to him, and said calmly: "Lead the way."
"Alright, the two of you, please come in." The waiter wisely didn't ask much, made a gesture of invitation, and shouted towards the interior: "Two guests!"
Inside the Zuixiang Inn, Lu Jin'an directly ordered three tables of top-notch dishes, although they didn't really use three tables, as Zhiyu ate rapidly.
"Is it delicious?" Lu Jin'an put down his chopsticks after casually eating a few bites and smiled as he looked at Zhiyu.
Zhiyu, who was holding a roasted chicken and chewing on it, was about to speak when her eyes twinkled, and she obediently said: "Not as good as Master's cooking!"
Lu Jin'an rubbed Zhiyu's little head: "Your little mouth is getting sweeter."
"Hee hee~"
Zhiyu, with oil covering her mouth, nuzzled Lu Jin'an's palm and tore off another big piece of chicken with her mouth.
