Yu Zijin, Shangguan You, and their party occasionally chatted and laughed, while Bai Qiangwei's group also sipped their drinks from time to time.
"Chaoyang Hotel is nothing special, after all. I thought it would be something remarkable. HMPH, these dishes, this taste... they dare to serve this?" Ye An picked up her chopsticks, took a bite of the food, and immediately spat it out. Her face was full of scorn as she spoke, instantly chilling the previously cheerful atmosphere in the room. Everyone's gaze focused on Ye An.
A flash of anger crossed Yu Zijin's face. The cuisine of Chaoyang Hotel is among the best in Beijing; who is this Ye An to be so picky and critical? Just as Yu Zijin was about to speak, Shangguan You tugged at her clothes. Yu Zijin swallowed her anger and remained silent.
