Chang'an Restaurant was quite famous, and Xue Rui had been there a few times. It was known for its authentic local cuisine.
During the National Day holiday, an endless stream of people came to dine at Chang'an Restaurant, most of whom were tourists.
Xue Rui held Gu Muxue's hand as they followed behind the elders, while Lin Ruoxi obediently trailed after Xue Rui, carrying his bag. Such a beautiful woman naturally drew a few extra glances from the other diners, as if the sight alone could improve their appetites.
"Muxue, I promise I'll stop smoking," Xue Rui said, raising a few fingers to the sky.
"No drinking, either!" Gu Muxue added fiercely.
"You got it," Xue Rui replied, nodding repeatedly.
'He didn't actually smoke more than a few cigarettes a year. The girl wouldn't snatch them away from him, but she'd give him those pitiful, pleading eyes, and he could never hold out for long.'
