"Serious business? Here?" Sun Hang glanced at a few tables of diners beside them. Although this small restaurant wasn't exactly bustling, there were still a dozen people in this courtyard. Discussing important operations of the Dubhe Tower in such a setting—Sun Hang couldn't decide whether Professor Cao was just too bold or if he knew Sun Hang could create an eavesdropping-proof field.
"What's wrong, is there a problem?" Professor Cao's tone was quite casual.
"Very inappropriate, I'd say," Sun Hang used the end of his chopsticks to point at the surrounding tables, "This place doesn't feel like somewhere for serious discussions."
"Why not?" Professor Cao chuckled and tossed over an oily, sticky menu, "Take a look at the menu, do you sense something off?"
Sun Hang glanced at the menu—"Sauteed pork with garlic sprouts 12 yuan, farmhouse stir-fry 8 yuan, Di San Xian 8 yuan..."
