Ji Miaomiao nodded and followed the waiter.
This Sichuan restaurant is decorated in Chinese style, and the layout and furnishings are all imitation solid wood structures, which looks very grand.
After Ji Miaomiao was led up to the second floor, she saw Lu Xiaobai and others sitting by the window, ordering from the menu at a long red wooden table.
When she walked over, she saw Lin Yiwan on Lu Xiaobai's left and Chen Xuanxuan on his right. The three of them were sitting in a row holding menus. It was like an emotional battlefield. She moved away and sat at the opposite seat.
"Lu Xiaobai, I want to eat boiled fish, Bobo chicken, spicy chicken, and this, this..."
"Xuanxuan, Xiaowan can't eat spicy food. What will she eat with this little food?"
"Xiaobai, I'm fine. Don't let everyone suffer because of me."
"Xiao Wan, you're just too considerate of others. How can this be okay? Take this menu and order your favorite dishes. This Eight Treasure Duck is great..."
"Lu Xiaobai, why don't you ask me what I want to eat?"
"Xuanxuan, didn't you order all these? If you order more, you won't be able to finish them all."
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Seeing that the three of them were arguing heatedly, Ji Miaomiao didn't interrupt. She turned around and greeted Xuan Yu beside her: "Brother Xuan Yu, are you feeling better?"
Xuan Yu said "hmm" with a dull expression on his face, obviously not wanting to chat.
Seeing this, Ji Miaomiao didn't want to say anything more, and the atmosphere between them dropped to freezing point.
Fortunately, the three people on the other side had almost finished their argument and finally ordered the menu. The dishes were placed on the table and the atmosphere gradually became lively.
On Ji Miaomiao's side, the awkward atmosphere between the two was not so obvious.
Looking at the dishes that were constantly being brought in, Ji Miaomiao lowered her head and started eating without paying attention to the others holding chopsticks. When she was almost done eating, she suddenly heard Lu Xiaobai say to her:
"Junior sister, the Taoist conference will be held at the end of July. When you go to Kyoto, I will take you to try it..."
"Taoist Conference?" Ji Miaomiao looked up at Lu Xiaobai in confusion before he finished speaking.
Lu Xiaobai nodded and said with a smile, "Yes! This year's Taoist Conference, held every eight years, will be held at the Qianqing Temple in Kyoto."
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