"Yes, I want to." Le Yao was delighted. "I am his daughter after all. Since I'm here, it would be really inappropriate not to congratulate him."

The food at this top-notch Western restaurant was indeed excellent, and everyone was completely satisfied with their meal.

However, Qiaoqiao still said regretfully, "Honey, I still think yours is the best, especially the desserts. I don't know why, but the tiramisu here always feels like it's missing something."

Song Qiaoqiao and others who had tried Le Yao's cooking also nodded hurriedly, expressing their agreement.

"Since you're all so eager to flatter me, I'll make it for you when we get back." Le Yao smiled. She really enjoyed cooking. When she was a tour guide, she would always try the local cuisine whenever she went to a new place, and then use her job to ask the chefs in the hotel cafeteria how they made it, and then try to make it at home.

My younger brother also loves her cooking the most.

The crowd almost cheered.

"I'm going to the restroom," Le Yao said, getting up.

"I'll go with you." Qiaoqiao stood up as well, and the two walked out together.

The second floor has a circular design, with the central ring offering views of the first-floor lobby. The second floor contains four large halls: a banquet hall, a Western restaurant, a coffee shop, and a tea room.

The restroom is located between the tea room and the coffee shop. It is very large and luxurious. Upon entering, there is a large shared lounge for men and women, which even has sofas for resting.

Le Yao and Qiao Qiao washed their hands and came out of the women's restroom, only to see another person coming out from the opposite side.

The man immediately flew into a rage upon seeing Le Yao: "Why are you here? You're not welcome here at all."

Le Yao looked at Han Pengcheng as if he were an idiot: "Here? Is this your home?"

"You..." Han Pengcheng was speechless.

"Although this place is very clean and even smells nice, it can't hide the fact that it's a toilet." Qiao Qiao smiled. "Isn't it normal for some people to live here?"

“That makes sense.” Le Yao smiled, then pulled Qiao Qiao and walked outside.

"Han Binglan, you..."

Le Yao suddenly turned around.

Han Pengcheng was so frightened that he took two steps back. The sixteen-year-old boy, who was already in his first year of high school, was taller and stronger than Le Yao, but he was still scared, after all, the memory of being beaten last time was still very vivid.

Le Yao ignored him and walked away.

Han Pengcheng watched Le Yao enter the Western restaurant before stamping his foot and heading back.

"Son, why did you take so long? Who upset you?" Zhou Yunmeng called her son to her side as soon as she saw him return.

"Who else? It's that little bitch." Han Pengcheng curled his lip.

"Han Binglan? She's here too?" Zhou Yunmeng's eyes widened immediately upon hearing this. "Who sent her? Where is she?"

"she……"

"Never mind, I'll go find your dad." Zhou Yunmeng turned around and went to find Han Guosheng.

But the sixteen-year-old boy was not willing to give up. He felt ashamed to be afraid of that little bitch, so he had to teach her a lesson. But how to teach her a lesson was a problem.

Le Yao and Qiao Qiao returned to the restaurant without mentioning Han Pengcheng, since they didn't think it was a big deal.

Afterwards, everyone ate and drank for a while longer, and finally felt satisfied.

Everyone was very satisfied and expressed their gratitude to Nangong Jue.

Nangong Jue felt frustrated, but he still had to keep smiling.