Chapter Eighty-Seven, The Dining Room

"Well, I know there's a place where things taste good." Ling Hanxuan said.

"Well, let's go there, then." Anyway, she didn't know where to go, so didn't that just give her what she wanted, so she said.

"Okay, then sit down." I didn't forget to tell Ruan Xiaoai, his magnetic voice was gentle and considerate.

After seeing Ruan Xiaoai nodding, he started the car, compared to the quiet and somewhat awkward atmosphere of the Ling family, Ruan Xiaoai and the two of them The atmosphere here is not ordinarily good, and the way they talk and laugh makes others feel their sweetness.

Even Ling Hanxuan himself was about to have a delusion, and soon arrived at the hotel where Ling Hanxuan and they were going, and what was imprinted in Ruan Xiaoai's eyes was an antique building, Ruan Xiaoai had lived here for so many years, and it was the first time that she knew that there was such a place, and sure enough, the otaku girl was not an ordinary ignorant of the world.

"I didn't expect there to be another place like this in our city." Ruan Xiaoai couldn't help but say with emotion.

"Well, because this is a private restaurant, it doesn't usually accept ordinary people, so few people know about it." Ling Hanxuan nodded and said, and then he took Ruan Xiaoai in.

The people inside saw Ling Hanxuan and hurriedly took him in, and looked at Ruan Xiaoai curiously, "It's the first time I've seen you bring someone here." ”

Ling Hanxuan smiled, and then said to the man,

"This is my friend."

"Okay, okay, I understand, I understand." However, the man smiled at Ling Hanxuan with a look that saw through everything, this look is obviously a misunderstanding, Ling Hanxuan could only shake his head helplessly, and Ruan Xiaoai could only laugh with them, this is a basic way to be polite.

followed them to a private room, which was very clean, and there was a smell of milk in the air, that was because this restaurant would make its own milk, so the smell of milk was always strong in the air, this smell was not unpleasant, and it gave people a feeling of pleasure, and it smelled too comfortable.

"See what you want to eat." handed the menu on the side to Ruan Xiaoai's hand.

"Our new steak is good recently, and Xuan often comes here to give you a free taste." The person on the side said.

"Okay, then give us a taste." Ling Hanxuan nodded.

Ruan Xiaoai looked at the menu seriously, the dishes in it were all some of the dishes she had never eaten, and most of the pastries were inherited from ancient times, but she didn't expect that such a restaurant could still be found in this era, probably there is only such a restaurant in this world.

Ruan Xiaoai ordered three dishes, and then gave the menu to Ling Hanxuan and said, "I don't know what you like to eat, you can order it yourself." "Ruan Xiaoai really doesn't know about his tastes.

Ling Hanxuan smiled, and then took over the menu, "I'm not a picky eater. He said, as if hoping that Ruan Xiaoai would remember his preferences.

Took the menu, then ticked off a few delicious dishes, and then ordered two glasses of milk from their own restaurant, "That's all, thank you." "Give the menu to the people on the side, Ling Hanxuan said.

The man smiled and nodded, then left with the menu.