Inside the private room, Yang Zhenshan stroked his beard and nodded slightly as he looked at the delicacies served up.
Although he hadn't tasted them yet, the aroma was still very tempting.
"Grandpa!"
Yang Qingwan looked at Yang Zhenshan with her big eyes blinking, and her expression seemed to say I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat.
Beside her, Yang Chengye watched the braised fish in front of him intently, occasionally sniffing with his little nose.
As for Wang Mingzhe, the little guy was still sound asleep.
Yang Zhenshan didn't speak, and the two little ones didn't dare to start eating either—it was a rule.
"Go ahead and eat!" Yang Zhenshan smiled, picked up some fried bean sprouts with his chopsticks, and took a bite.
The taste wasn't bad!
Fuyun Building indeed lived up to its reputation as the best restaurant in the city.
But it's the cost that was a bit frightening.
A plate of bean sprouts actually cost four silver coins.