Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

This is a very clear question and the answer is obvious.

"The Demonic Clan," Sakurai Nanami said, "Those who want to resurrect 'God'."

"To be more precise, it's the King General, because the entire group of demons is merely a chess piece in the King General's game," Yuan Zhisheng corrected. "If we open the God's Well of Remains without any precautions, we could very well become another chess piece in the King General's game. Our hard work and sacrifices might just be in vain."

"Does the patriarch think that the king will be able to reap the benefits?" Fuma Kotaro asked coldly, "Why does he do that?"

"Based on the timing you just mentioned, Patriarch Fengmo," Yuan Zhisheng said, "General Wang is a highly scheming conspirator. For a qualified conspirator, seizing the right moment is precisely his most effective tactic. Haven't the Patriarchs noticed something very strange... The Fierce Ghosts seem to have suddenly become overly quiet recently?"

The family heads looked at each other and exchanged glances... It was indeed as Yuan Zhisheng said, the Ghost Clan had been too well-behaved recently. Neither the forces under the various families nor the branches of the Eight Snake Families had heard any movements from the Ghost Clan in recent days. This organization that had always insisted on fighting the families to the end seemed to have suddenly disappeared overnight.

"All of you, the Patriarchs, are older than me. You've experienced wars with the Ghost Clan longer than I have. You all understand how vicious a group the Ghost Clan is. If they ever get the chance, they'll plunge your family into the abyss without hesitation," Yuan Zhisheng said. "And we, the eight Sheqi families, just experienced a crisis like Deadpool attacking our headquarters. This was an unprecedented disaster. If the Ghost Clan had seized this opportunity to launch a surprise attack on us, it would have dealt a huge blow to us. But they didn't. What made them give up such a good opportunity? Did the Ghost Clan decide to make peace with us because we unilaterally called off the war with them? Do you, Patriarchs, think that's possible?"

The heads of the families present fell into a long silence. Ever since they stopped the war with the Ghost Clan, they had devoted all their energy to finding the ultimate enemy, "God". Now, they were suddenly reminded by Yuan Zhisheng. Upon closer thought, the movements of the Ghost Clan were indeed incredible. The Ghost Clan and the Eight Snake Clans had a long-standing grudge. It was definitely not the style of the Ghost Clan to be willing to shake hands and make peace with the Eight Snake Clans just because the Eight Snake Clans unilaterally stopped the war.

"The only explanation is that the Ghost Clan is biding their time. Like us, they've put all their energy into the goal of 'God,'" Yuan Zhisheng said. "Our goal is to kill 'God,' while the Ghost Clan's goal is to resurrect 'God.' In this war, whoever can seize the right moment to seize the final ownership of 'God' will be the winner, and the loser will be eaten."

"What the head of the family means is that the people of the Menggui Clan may be quietly observing the movements of our Sheqi Eight Families. They want to use us to find the whereabouts of the 'God', and then give us a fatal blow after achieving their goal, right?" The head of the Longma family suddenly spoke.

Gen Chisheng looked at Ryoma Genichirō in surprise. This middle-aged family head was the least noticeable among the eight family heads and was generally recognized as the most mediocre one. He did not expect that he would speak at this time and go straight to the core of the problem. This made Gen Chisheng look at him differently.

"That's right. I'm sure you all heard what Masahiko Sakurai just described. We've only just touched the outskirts of the Age of Gods ruins, and we've already encountered a thorny creature like the Ghosttooth Dragon Viper. If the ruins are opened, the danger will definitely be far beyond our imagination. We're essentially gambling with the lives of our clansmen." Gen Chisheng glanced at Fuma Kotaro. "I know everyone is ready to sacrifice themselves at any time, but as the head of the family, this is not something I should allow. I can't watch the Eight Snake Families forcibly open the Age of Gods ruins, only to be severely damaged, and then be taken advantage of by the fierce ghosts. That would truly be a missed opportunity!"

Fuma Kotaro fell silent. This old man with the most seniority has always been loyal to the family, but he is by no means blindly loyal. The former ninja king quickly analyzed the current situation after being reminded by Minamoto Chisei... It was indeed as Minamoto Chisei said, the Menggui Clan was keeping their troops on hold. They wanted to be the oriole after the mantis. If the Snake Eight Clan suffered heavy losses when opening the Well of Hidden Corpses, the Menggui Clan could take advantage of the opportunity to defeat the Snake Eight Clan and plunder their achievements. Once the "God" fell into the hands of the Menggui Clan, the entire Snake Eight Clan would be powerless to save the situation even if they united as one. That would be the darkest moment for this thousand-year-old family.

"My thoughts were rash," Fuma Kotaro bowed to Minamoto no Chisei. "But we can't just sit there and wait for death. The Well of Corpses will eventually be opened, and the 'God' is an existence we can't avoid... So, when do you think is the right time?"

"Wait."

"Wait?" Fuma Kotaro was stunned. "Wait until when?"

"Wait until the enemy reveals their weakness," Yuan Zhisheng whispered. "The moment of decisive victory is approaching. We shouldn't be the most anxious, but the one who wants to obtain the 'God'. This is a battle of patience and perseverance. Those who act blindly will lose the initiative. Even if the king general is cunning, he won't be able to remain patient in the face of the revival of the 'God'. Once the king general reveals a flaw, we will sweep away the enemies in front and behind us with lightning speed, and finally face the 'God' with the strength of our entire clan. This is our only chance of victory."

The heads of the families began to discuss in a low voice. After Sakurai Nanami and Sakurai Masahiko exchanged glances, Nanami took the lead in expressing that she supported all the decisions of the head of the family on behalf of the Sakurai family. After the meeting, they shouted that the Sakurai family would send manpower to guard the area along the Tama River to prevent the Menggui people from taking advantage of the opportunity to sneak in.

After the head of the Sakurai family, the heads of the Inuyama family, the Miyamoto family and the Ryoma family also expressed their opinions. Finally, Fuma Kotaro slowly nodded, indicating that he agreed with Minamoto Chisei's idea.

This hastily convened meeting ended just as hastily. Masahiko Sakurai immediately returned to the Tamagawa front line. After receiving instructions from Minamoto no Chisei, the heads of the other families also rushed back to their families to explain the family's recent policies.

The recent instructions have been changing again and again, almost changing every day, but no family head thinks that this is unnecessary. This is how war should be. It concerns the life and death of the eight Sheqi families. No one would think that being cautious is a trouble.

In the end, only Minamoto no Chisei and Fuma Kotaro remained on the terrace of Keishinji Temple.

Gennochi stood on the edge of the terrace, overlooking the huge city below, while Fuma Kotaro sat in his original seat, adding hot tea to his cup.

"It seems like I can't avoid clashing with the headmaster in every meeting," Fuma Kotaro suddenly said. "This is a bad habit I got from my youth. As ninjas, we can't help but question everything, worrying about a flaw here or a problem there. Otherwise, it's hard to survive on the battlefield. This habit becomes more serious as we get older. I'm always suspicious. I hope the headmaster won't mind."

"How could that be? Your doubts are all reasonable. Although I'm young, I can tell right from wrong. The Fengmo Patriarch's devotion to the family is evident to all." Yuan Zhisheng said softly, "Although I am the patriarch, I don't have the final say in the Sheqi Eight Clan. A meeting can only proceed smoothly if someone raises reasonable doubts."

"You are better at distinguishing right from wrong than I thought." Fuma Kotaro said sincerely. At this moment, he did not have the sharpness he had when he questioned Gen Chisei in the meeting. Instead, he looked more like a kind elder.

"Master Fengmo, you are too kind." Yuan Zhisheng shook his head slightly.

After a moment's silence, Fuma Kotaro spoke again: "Mr. Masamune was unable to attend today's meeting. Was it because of the confinement imposed on him by the head of the family at the last meeting?"

"No, the confinement prohibitions do not include family meetings. Mr. Masamune didn't come because he was unwell." Yuan Zhisheng shook his head. "It's probably because of Lu Mingfei's serious injury a few days ago and the 'ear cutting punishment' that he is not feeling well. He has been transferred to the intensive care unit since yesterday."

"Speaking of which, Mr. Masamune's contributions to the family are truly immense. He's been instrumental in the family's continued existence to this day." Fuma Kotaro sighed softly. "To be honest, I don't have any issues with you, patriarch, but deep down, I've always hoped that the Snake Eight Clan would reach its peak under Mr. Masamune's leadership. This is probably the shared wish of the elders of the family."

"Indeed, compared to Mr. Masamune, who governed the Sheqi Eight Clan for ten years, I still have many immature aspects." Yuan Zhisheng paused. "In fact, after being with Mr. Masamune for so long, I have remembered all the methods he taught me. However, I do not intend to imitate Mr. Masamune in governing the family. Perhaps it is a bit shameless to say this, but I intend to explore a brand new way to govern the Sheqi Eight Clan. I can't guarantee that I can do better than Mr. Masamune did, but I will try my best."

"That's good. Having a heart that cares about the family is more important than anything else." Fuma Kotaro whispered, "I don't know when Mr. Masamune lost this heart... or if he never had it in the first place."

Yuan Zhisheng was stunned. He slowly turned his head and looked deeply at the old man who was drinking tea.

"After the last meeting, I had a brief conversation with Inuyama-kun, and I'm aware that Mr. Masamune has intentions of betraying the family," Fuma Kotaro said. "But don't worry, I won't pursue the matter further. This much is enough. I just want to know what you, the head of the family, think about today's meeting. Does the content of today's meeting need to be kept completely confidential from Mr. Masamune?"

"No, quite the opposite. Actually, everything I said in today's meeting was meant for Mr. Masamune. Although he wasn't in attendance, I'm sure someone would have helped him get the message across." Gen Chisheng finished his sentence in a voice only he could hear. "All we have to do now is wait... wait until he finally lets the cat out of the bag."

……

"Guest, I see you keep looking at your watch. Are you in a hurry?"

The taxi driver looked at the two passengers, a man and a woman, in the back seat through the rearview mirror. The man was the one chatting with him, but the woman was so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"I guess so. I have a dinner party to attend and I've already made an appointment with someone." Lu Mingfei stared at his watch.

Chapter 455: Lu Mingfei and Eri's Dating Strategy

"That's really unfortunate, my dear guests, you just happened to catch Tokyo's evening rush hour," the driver sighed. "In a big city like Tokyo, the evening rush hour is very scary. I don't mean to look down on you, but if you try to squeeze into the subway or train, with your physiques, I'm afraid it will take you an hour to squeeze in. Besides, there are many perverts on the Tokyo subway. Some perverts specifically target young girls during the evening rush hour. I don't recommend taking the subway with such a beautiful girlfriend."

"Well...thank you for the reminder." Lu Mingfei turned his head and looked at Eiry.

He couldn't help but think that if some pervert dared to lay a hand on Eiry... everyone on the subway would be buried with that guy.

"But taxis are having trouble getting around today. Last night's heavy rain flooded all the low-lying roads in the city." The driver was clearly a chatterbox, unable to stop once he started. "The news just said there were traffic accidents at several intersections today. The intersection ahead of us is completely blocked. You're really out of luck, my friend. In this situation, it might be faster to abandon your car and run down the street."

The driver was also an honest man. Lu Mingfei really had the urge to pull Eiry out of the car and run to a restaurant, but dragging a beautiful girl along on the street was too conspicuous. He and Eiry were still wanted. Even if Genjiro and Sheqi Bajia didn't really want to hunt them down, Lu Mingfei couldn't rush around in public, as if he was afraid that he and Eiry would be exposed.

"There's a traffic accident ahead, so is there a way to take another route?" Lu Mingfei asked the driver. "Is there a more convenient route?"

"I'd love to find a more convenient route, but this is Tokyo... I mean, in a city like Tokyo, everyone wants a more convenient route, but few get it." The driver shrugged. "Did you know, sir, that there are 15 million people living in Tokyo today? Settling in this city, you'll understand the immense pressure. How can ordinary people like us ask this vast sea of ​​people to make way for us? Only a handful of bigwigs can call the shots in this city..."

The driver started talking non-stop again. If it were any other time, Lu Mingfei might have been able to strike up a conversation with him, but now he had a dinner appointment and was taking Eri with him, and they happened to be stuck in the biggest traffic jam of the century. Lu Mingfei really didn't have the leisure to chat with this chatty driver. He just put on a half-hearted smile and said perfunctorily, "I didn't expect you're also a philosopher."

"I didn't expect you, a customer, could see through something so well hidden!" the driver exclaimed in surprise. "These philosophical principles aren't something I learned in school. School doesn't teach such profound things. In fact, I dropped out of junior high school and am a self-taught person. These are the life truths I've summed up from driving so many passengers over the years..."

The driver was an optimist and was not worried about the traffic jam. Eiry in the back seat was also not worried. She was stretching her neck to look at the world outside the car window.

The streets were bustling with people, the roads were crowded with cars, and all kinds of vehicles filled the roads. The noisy honking and shouting filled every space on the street, making people feel upset, but these sounds obviously did not bother Eri. All of this was so new to her, the dancing neon signs, the rolling LED screens, the skyscrapers like steel jungles... Eri's expressions today were probably richer than in the past twenty years of her life, like a child who traveled from the distant Edo period to the modern era.

"The world outside is so big!" Eiry wrote in a small notebook and showed it to Lu Mingfei.

This was the umpteenth time that Eiry had written such a note to Lu Mingfei today. Lu Mingfei had taken Eiry to many places today, and every time they went to a place, Eiry would write down her feelings in her little notebook.

When Lu Mingfei took Eiry to Sensoji Temple, Eiry said, "This world is so big! There are so many people!"

Sensoji Temple was packed today. Eri had never seen so many people at once. If she were alone, surrounded by such a dense sea of ​​people, she would definitely be at a loss. But at that time, holding Sakura's hand, she was just surprised that there were so many different kinds of people in the world: those with black hair, blond hair, flaxen hair, blue eyes, gray eyes, dark brown eyes...

When Lu Mingfei took Eriyi to Disneyland, Eriyi said, "The castle is so big! Does Snow White really live in it?"

It is said that the Uesugi family's wealth can buy any kind of castle in the suburbs of Tokyo, but the castle is still so unattainable in Eri's eyes, because this is the first time in Eri's life that she has seen a castle in reality. This magnificent and fairy-tale building is simply too far away for her who could only live in a birdcage-like room before.

When Lu Mingfei took Eiry to the Tokyo Skytree, Eiry took out her small notebook, but she didn't know what to write because everything in front of her was too shocking. With her limited vocabulary, she couldn't describe the scene at all.

On the world's tallest radio tower, 450 meters above the ground, one can overlook all the buildings in Tokyo from this height. The people on the road seem as small as ants, and the whole scenery of Tokyo spreads out at their feet like a real-life painting. Looking out, the rippling Tokyo Bay is connected with the distant horizon, and the afterimage of Mount Fuji is stationed at the end of the field of vision like a towering giant. Under their feet is transparent glass. Eiry holds Lu Mingfei's hand and slowly circles on the Tokyo Skytree. She stops for more than ten minutes in each direction, as if she wants to deeply imprint the appearance of this world in her mind.

Lu Mingfei pointed into the distance, introducing Eri to Tokyo's twenty-three wards one by one. Shinjuku Ward was directly in front of them, Chiyoda Ward was further away, and Edogawa Ward was the furthest to their left. Adjacent to Tokyo Bay were Koto Ward, Chuo Ward, Minato Ward, Shinagawa Ward, and Ota Ward...

Until the setting sun shone from the distant other side, the huge sun touched the sea surface, and the golden glow poured into the two people's vision like a tide. Eiry slowly stretched out her hand, and the sunlight seemed to be touchable. The girl standing in the sunlight looked like a bird flying here... The Skytree was about to close at 6:30, and finally, at the urging of the staff, Eiry reluctantly took the elevator back to the street with Lu Mingfei.

Eiry told Lu Mingfei that she had a lot of fun today because she went to many places and saw such a big world.

In the eyes of this girl who had never seen the world, Tokyo was already a super huge world. Lu Mingfei shook his head at Eiry and said that this world was actually much bigger than what Eiry had seen today, tens of thousands of times bigger.

Facing Eri's fascinated expression, Lu Mingfei told her that the Tokyo Skytree was nothing at all. There was a Burj Khalifa in Dubai that was taller than it. Compared with the towering Mount Everest and the majestic K2, these man-made towers were nothing. There were simply too many magnificent scenes in this world.

For example, from an airplane, gazing at the mountains of Yunnan, China, the world resembles a vast, verdant scroll of ink painting. Or, watching the sunset from the Sahara Desert, the entire world becomes dyed a vast crimson by sunlight and sand. Then there are the Bering Sea's twenty-meter-high waves, surging from beneath the floating ice. The volcanoes of the Aleutian Islands, perpetually deserted on remote islands at the junction of the Pacific and Arctic Oceans, stand alone and aloof. Then there are the Jack Storms whipped up by the migrating sardines of Malaysia. Then there are the migratory birds that fly across the Erhai Lake sky, leaving no trace behind, their feathers fluttering like snow. And when the Siberian frigid winds howl across Lake Baikal, the vast expanse embraces the most beautiful blue ice season of the year...

Eiry's eyes lit up after hearing this dazzling description. Lu Mingfei promised Eiry that if he had the chance in the future, he would take her around the world and let her see the world she wanted to see. Eiry nodded heavily and made a pinky promise with Lu Mingfei.

Lu Mingfei looked down at his watch again and realized it was getting late. Then they stopped the car under the Tokyo Skytree, encountered the talkative driver, and were stuck on the street from Chiyoda Ward to Minato Ward, with no way out.

Seeing that he was the only one talking and the passengers in the back seat didn't pay much attention to him, the chatty driver tactfully shut up and asked Lu Mingfei tentatively, "Does the customer have an important meeting tonight?"

"He's a very important friend." Lu Mingfei nodded and sighed.

They are indeed important friends, because Lu Mingfei had an appointment with Caesar and Chu Zihang today. To be precise, he took the initiative to invite Caesar and Chu Zihang for a meal, because his first night show was a great success, and Caesar and Chu Zihang contributed a lot. Moreover, before that, the two of them gave all their savings to Lu Mingfei to pay for his date with Eiry. It is reasonable for Lu Mingfei to treat them to a meal as a personal favor.

So Lu Mingfei said boldly that they could choose any restaurant as they pleased, and that he could afford it as long as it wasn't a royal banquet at Meiji Jingu Shrine, even if he had to sell his kidney. Caesar and Chu Zihang discussed it, thinking about how Lu Mingfei had recently hooked up with a gangster princess and had broken their record to become the new top hostess in Takama-ga-hara, and that he was so successful, so they decided to rip Lu Mingfei off, and naturally left the matter of booking a table to the experienced Caesar.

However, Caesar was still loyal. Thinking that it would cost a lot for Lu Mingfei to take care of the underworld princess, he didn't want to make things too difficult for Lu Mingfei, so he only booked a Michelin one-star Italian restaurant, "Ristorante Honda".

It has to be said that Caesar has rich experience in enjoying fine dining. Although "Ristorante Honda" is only a one-star Michelin restaurant, it has won the Michelin star honor for thirteen consecutive years and is known as the "three-star in one star". The average consumption per person is usually more than 200,000 yen. The restaurant is located in Kita-Aoyama, Minato-ku, Tokyo. The store is not big but very exquisite. Many gourmets who have checked in at this restaurant have commented that both the decoration and the dishes of "Ristorante Honda" are an authentic Italian restaurant that is as beautiful as French cuisine.

In fact, Lu Mingfei had originally invited Feng Jian Liuli, because Feng Jian Liuli also helped him sing a song due to the success of the first night show, and Lu Mingfei also knew that Feng Jian Liuli bought a golden flower ticket for him, but Feng Jian Liuli declined his invitation. Feng Jian Liuli said that he was very happy that Lu Mingfei invited him, but his current identity is still the Dragon King of the Ghost Clan, and it is not good to meet with the commissioners of Kassel Academy too frequently in private. Moreover, the movements of the Ghost Clan have changed frequently recently, and he has to keep a close eye on the actions of General Wang. Since Feng Jian Liuli said so, Lu Mingfei did not force it.

Lu Mingfei looked down at his watch again. It was almost the agreed time. Caesar and Chu Zihang should have arrived by now. After all, the eldest brother was an elegant gentleman and would never allow himself to be late for an appointment. His senior brother was also a punctual machine who strictly abided by the appointment at all times. So the only one who would be late was probably him, the host who was treating everyone to dinner and had a female guest with him.

Lu Mingfei sighed deeply once again. He was ready to be ridiculed by his boss and senior brothers. In his heart, he just hoped that the two guys would go easy on him and not embarrass him in front of Eiry.

……

"Excuse me, is this 'Ristorante Honda'? We're here." The female driver spoke with an awkward Japanese accent and couldn't help but look at the two passengers in the back seat.

It is hard not to notice these two guests, they are dressed in suits and look elegant, a handsome man and a cool guy. However, the sight of these two men coming to the romantic Italian restaurant together can't help but make people have strange associations with their relationship. The infatuated female driver blushed and cursed inwardly for wasting resources. It is really a waste of social resources to digest such handsome guys internally!

Caesar and Chu Zihang got off the car one after another. In front of them was a hillside apartment complex. The smooth concrete and stone buildings were planted with dense native pine trees. This was Kita-Aoyama, a famous world-class benchmark residence in Japan. Caesar's seat was in this luxurious building.

"Hello, do you have a reservation?" A waiter in black and white gloves opened the door for Caesar and Chu Zihang and bowed respectfully. "It's peak dining time now, so you need to make a reservation online in advance to get a reserved table."

"Oh, I made a reservation at the restaurant the day before." Caesar said calmly, "It's a premium box, and the name of the reserved seat is Sakura Lu."

The waiter was stunned for a moment, with a strange expression on his face. He kept muttering to himself, as if he was frightened by a man named "Xiaoyinglu".

"I'm sorry, sir, we don't have a seat for Mr. Sakura Lu, as our private room is fully booked today," the waiter said politely. "It's peak travel season, and our reservations are already booked for nearly a week. We generally don't accept walk-in reservations from yesterday."

Chapter 456 Dinner Party

Caesar frowned slightly. Although the waiter's attitude was humble and polite, it was obvious from his words that he treated them as guests who did not know the etiquette.

The heir of the Gattuso family had never been treated like this before. In the past, wherever Caesar went, he was always surrounded by people, and the waiters were eager to serve him and were proud to do so. What's more, Caesar and Chu Zihang had even asked the store manager to overdraw their wages in order to keep their appointment today, and each bought themselves a set of neat suits.

How could I be turned away from a banquet when I dressed up for it?!

"Please check carefully. I'm pretty sure I've made a reservation. It was your store manager who greeted me yesterday, and he even left me a business card." Caesar pulled a gold-stamped business card from his suit pocket and placed it in the waiter's hand. "If you can't make the decision, ask your store manager to come and talk to me."

Caesar had indeed been here yesterday, and it happened that a customer came to the restaurant to cancel his reservation. The manager of "Ristorante Honda" repeatedly asked the customer whether he really wanted to cancel the reservation. It is the hot tourist season recently, and the seats in the restaurant are very tight. Once the cancellation is successful, there will be no seats available until a week later if you want to make another reservation. Perhaps the customer was impatient with being asked, and said a little irritably that he had already booked a table at "Joel Robuchon". "Joel Robuchon" is a Michelin two-star French restaurant, which is of a higher level than this restaurant. In addition, it is recognized worldwide that French restaurants are more romantic and stylish than Italian restaurants.

The manager of "Ristorante Honda" wanted to refute the customer's arrogant criticism, but he didn't want to criticize other restaurants in public. This was too ungraceful, so he could only swallow his anger and awkwardly handle the cancellation procedures for the customer.

At this time, Caesar sat down next to the manager and the guests quite naturally. He picked up a menu of "Ristorante Honda" and said intentionally or unintentionally that it was already the 21st century, and there were still nouveau riche who only looked at the star rating to judge the quality of a restaurant.

Upon hearing this, the guest and the manager turned their heads to look at the uninvited guest who came out of nowhere. The guest's face changed, and he asked Caesar loudly in a timid tone who the nouveau riche was.

Caesar said calmly that whoever couldn't help jumping up and down when hearing the word "nouveau riche" was naturally a nouveau riche. Then he turned his head and looked at the guest with a scrutinizing gaze, pointing out three loopholes in the guest's words.

First, a restaurant with two Michelin stars is not necessarily better than one. There are too many subjective factors that determine the star rating, such as whether the restaurant's style conforms to the general public's aesthetic taste, whether the restaurant's surroundings are stylish, and whether the chef's cooking skills meet the inspectors' taste preferences. A well-established restaurant like "Ristorante Honda," which has won stars for thirteen consecutive years, may not be inferior to an up-and-coming restaurant like "Joel Robuchon." Second, only nouveau riche think that French restaurants are more stylish than Italian restaurants. Well-educated people know that French restaurants focus on presentation and environment, while Italian restaurants pay more attention to taste and atmosphere. Third, Caesar pointed out that customers prefer "Joel Robuchon" because that restaurant is running an online promotion for couples' set meals with huge discounts. After the discount, dishes of the same level are less than half the price of this restaurant. Therefore, customers' choice has nothing to do with style and is purely for the purpose of saving money.

The guest whose intentions were exposed fled in disgrace. The store manager was so shocked that he immediately decided to book the cancelled private room to Caesar. Caesar smiled and said that his friend happened to need a private room, so he left Lu Mingfei's pseudonym.

The waiter was stunned by Caesar's condescending tone. He bent down and took the business card from Caesar with both hands. Seeing that it was indeed the manager's business card, the waiter couldn't help but become cautious. He said that the manager was a little busy now, and he would go and help Caesar check the seating arrangements for tonight.

"Lu Mingfei and the others haven't arrived yet?" Chu Zihang looked at the clock in the hall. "It's almost the agreed time."

"Actually, I understand. The Mafia Princess isn't an easy character to deal with. She's even as difficult to deal with as Yu Nuonuo and Xiao Longnu. Lu Mingfei must be a real headache for her as well," Caesar said. "But if he's really late, I'll still condemn him."

"Do you think Lu Mingfei really likes Uesugi Eriya?" Chu Zihang asked.

"Like?" Caesar shook his head, folding his arms across his chest, speaking with the tone of someone who's experienced it. "Isn't it obvious enough? When that guy faced the head of the Uesugi family, he practically had 'I love you' written all over his face, okay? You've been dating Xia Mi for a while now, so why are you still so slow to understand? You can't even see through this little thing?"

Chu Zihang rarely did not refute Caesar's ridicule, because he was simply unable to refute it. Compared with Caesar, a nobleman with rich experience in getting along with girls, he was really slow-witted in this regard and looked like a stupid blockhead.

The waiter returned quickly a few minutes later. He bowed deeply to Caesar and Chu Zihang, then said in a somewhat strange tone, "I just checked, and there is indeed a Mr. Lu who has reserved a table with us, but he arrived fifteen minutes ago."

Caesar and Chu Zihang were both stunned.

"Could it be that Lu Mingfei and the others have arrived first?" Chu Zihang said uncertainly.

"But... they've already started eating," the waiter added. "There were six people in Mr. Lu's private room. They said everyone was there. We've already served them two appetizers. When I went to check, they were already eating."

In a restaurant of this level, food will not be served unless all the guests are present, so the waiter's expression is very strange. Even though Caesar and Chu Zihang look elegant and came with the manager's business card, they are still suspected of being freeloaders in the eyes of the waiter.

"Six people?" Caesar couldn't help but frown.

Where did these six people come from? How did six people suddenly appear? Could it be that Lu Mingfei brought Uesugi Eri, invited Kazama Ruri and Sakurai Kogure, and even invited that ramen chef named Uesugi Kotsu from last time? Then who was the other person? An elephant tortoise? Would an elephant tortoise accept an appointment to spend hours eating dinner at a restaurant like this? Does he have that much free time?

And what's going on with everyone being here? Wasn't tonight's dinner here meant to entertain him and Chu Zihang? He even made the reservation himself, and now that the dinner has begun, he and Chu Zihang have been excluded?

"Have you really figured out the guest's identity? I booked the table and I was the one who left Mr. Lu's name." Caesar questioned the waiter. "Maybe your restaurant has the wrong person. You'd better take me to see Mr. Lu now."

……

The waiter placed an exquisite tray on the table. The tray contained pure black chocolate balls. The chef wearing a tall white hat came to the table and heated the chocolate balls evenly with a hot melt gun. The chocolate balls slowly opened in all directions like black flowers, revealing the red heart-shaped cherries inside.

My uncle and Director Chen applauded and praised that this was the atmosphere of a high-end restaurant. Are these the ingredients you eat?

No, this is art!

Auntie kicked Lu Mingze lightly twice under the table, but Lu Mingze still stared at the plate of chocolates on the table, almost drooling.

The aunt sighed in her heart, thinking that her son was not capable and that she, as a mother, had to do it herself!

Before Lu Mingze could, Auntie quickly picked up the heart-shaped cherry with her fork and gently placed it on Jiajia's plate. She smiled kindly and said, "Eat, Jiajia, don't be embarrassed. We came here for you and Mingze. We chose this restaurant specifically. It would be a shame to go back without enjoying the meal."