Upon entering the second-floor of Delin Western Restaurant, Ling Chen found that Su Lin had already reserved seats. Although Su Lin mentioned she would arrange a separate seat for him, the spot was right next to her Qin Yang, with only a meter's distance.
Ling Chen didn't understand, "You two being all lovey-dovey, why put me so close? What am I, a third wheel?"
The Delin Western Restaurant was of high class, with luxurious decoration primarily in European style. In the center of the hall, there was a white piano, with a blonde, blue-eyed man in a tailcoat gently touching with both hands, playing a beautiful melody—very romantic.
Not long after sitting down, a female waiter quickly came over, politely handing over the menu.
"Sir, what would you like?"
Looking at the exquisite menu, Ling Chen replied, "Do you have fried rice with egg, the large portion?"
The waitress paused, then explained, "Sir, I'm sorry, but this is a Western restaurant."