The restaurant before them was a Sichuan cuisine restaurant, its gold-lettered sign for "Old Xichuan" immediately catching the eye.
"Are we eating here?" Chen Hai asked before getting out of the car.
"Yes, Changchang is from Xichuan. This restaurant is like a taste of home for him."
"Chen Hai, you're from Xiangnan, so you should also be the type who can't live without spicy food. If we went to any other restaurant, I'm afraid you'd find the food tasteless and hard to stomach!"
Ye Qingqing replied as she spoke, already expertly parking the car and pulling out the keys, stepping out ahead of anyone else.
Although she was a female driver, her handling of the car was exceedingly skillful.
It looked like she must have had a lot of contact with cars; otherwise, she couldn't have developed such skillful driving.
"Qingqing, don't use me and Chen Hai as an excuse. When you eat Sichuan cuisine, you're also the one who cries about the spice while slurping down the oily food!"