Jinghua No.1 was indeed Zhou Mingyu's property; he had retained the restaurant, and the chef was just waiting for his command to prepare a delicious dinner again.
"Try this," Zhou Mingyu placed the plate in front of Su Zhiruan, the enticing aroma and flavor greatly uplifted her mood.
The melodious piano music started to play again, circling continuously in the restaurant, the taste buds excited by the meal paired with the audio-visual feast, made the dining experience quite pleasant.
"May I be so bold as to ask if Miss Su is free to stroll with me afterwards?" Zhou Mingyu offered a handkerchief considerately, gazing at her quietly.
"I'm free," Su Zhiruan dabbed the corners of her mouth with the handkerchief, folded it neatly, and placed it on the table. Looking up smiling at Zhou Mingyu, she said, "The rest of the time is yours to command, how's that?"
"Good," Zhou Mingyu stood up and extended his hand towards her.
She placed her hand in his, and they walked out side by side.