"Lianqing, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and get dressed, let's go out for breakfast."
"Oh~" Yang Lianqing came back to her senses, touched her rosy cheeks with her hand, which were slightly hot, turned around and went into the room, changed into a set of cheap casual clothes and came out.
Yang Feng's eyes swept over him, noting that he looked somewhat immature, wearing a red t-shirt and a mismatched light blue pair of jeans.
The clothes are cheap, but the overall look is worth at least several thousand.
Then, the two walked out of the ordinary residential area and onto the street. There were many breakfast stalls and ramen restaurants on the street.
Yang Lianqing followed closely behind Yang Feng, her mind filled with images of his bare upper body, and her face gradually flushed. She hadn't realized he had such a good physique; how come she hadn't known before?
At this moment, Yang Feng paused, turned around and looked at Yang Lianqing, and asked, "Lianqing, what would you like to eat?"
"Hmm...you decide, just don't make it the 'Sunshine Breakfast,' I'm tired of those." Yang Lianqing replied, her eyebrows fluttering.
Yang Feng pondered. He was terrible at making decisions, so he decided to take his sister out for an expensive breakfast that morning. He had several hundred yuan on him, which wouldn't be enough for a decent breakfast.
Thinking about it, he took Yang Lianqing's small hand and walked for about ten minutes until they arrived at the Emperor Breakfast restaurant.
The main entrance is made of golden materials, and cone-shaped golden lampposts hang on the walls. The interior has plenty of space and seating, but there are relatively few diners; it's mostly successful people who come here to eat.
Yang Feng and his younger sister sat down by the window. Yang Lianqing blinked her big eyes at him and said:
"Yang Feng, what brings you here? This looks really expensive!"
"It's nothing, just a little money. I've made quite a bit of money working recently, so I'm treating you to a nice meal."
Yang Feng smiled slightly, picked up the menu on the table, and almost choked. A scallion and egg pancake cost more than a hundred yuan, and soy milk cost ten yuan. Was this place made of gold?
"Cough..." Yang Feng coughed lightly. The waiter next to him came over and saw that they were a couple. Their clothes were very cheap. Could they really afford to eat breakfast here?
A meal here could probably buy several sets of clothes for them.
However, this waiter was, after all, an employee of this upscale restaurant, and his manners were naturally excellent. With a smile on his face, he began to speak:
"Sir and Madam, what would you like to order? We recently launched a new breakfast set for couples, which is only 520 yuan. It's a great deal. You can take a look."
"What? Over five hundred yuan? That's so expensive!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Lianqing was stunned. Five hundred yuan for breakfast? That was inhuman! It was too expensive. Their breakfasts used to cost less than ten yuan in total. She then tugged at Yang Feng's sleeve and whispered:
"Yang Feng, let's go. It's too expensive here. We can't afford it. Let's go."
"Hmm?" Yang Feng frowned slightly. Five hundred yuan was still acceptable to him.
Just then, a woman in a suit walked over and said, "If you can't afford it, then don't stay here. You're taking up other people's seats. Get out of here."
Yang Feng frowned, his eyes turning cold, and said in a deep voice, "How do you know I can't afford it?"
"I don't know if you can afford this, and I don't care. All I know is that this spot was reserved by someone else, so please leave now!"
The woman in the suit said impatiently.
"There's a rule about this, huh?" Yang Feng turned to look at the waiter, his voice sounding somewhat forceful.
"No...no, but sir, the seat you're sitting in is indeed occupied by someone who sits there for a long time." The waiter was sweating slightly.
"Get out of here right now," the woman in the suit said directly, her imposing aura like that of a powerful figure, overwhelming everyone around her.
Yang Lianqing immediately tensed up, her delicate body trembling slightly. She tugged at Yang Feng and said, "Yang Feng... let's go quickly, let her have the spot..."
Yang Feng didn't speak, but stared at the woman in the suit and said coldly, "Are you sure you want me to leave?!"
In an instant, Yang Feng unleashed the terrifying aura of a mercenary who had spent years killing outside. This was an innate quality inherent in mercenaries.
“You…” The woman in the suit broke out in a cold sweat. She felt as if she might be killed by him in the next second. Her heart pounded and she staggered back two small steps.
The waiter was at a loss for what to do, but luckily his savior appeared at that moment.
A middle-aged man slowly approached, arm in arm with a beautiful woman beside him. The two were clearly a couple, and the man exuded a powerful aura. Behind him was an elderly man who was a chauffeur.
"Mr. Han, Ms. Xia, I'm sorry, your seats have been taken by these two people, so..." The woman in the suit stepped forward and said with a hint of apology.
Han Yutang frowned and looked at Yang Feng. That's right, this middle-aged man was Han Shilan's father, the current mayor, and next to him was Xia Lan.
"Yutang... let's have breakfast in the middle. You have a meeting later, don't waste time with these young people, okay?"
Xia Lan glanced at Yang Feng and the other person out of the corner of her eye. She was still kind-hearted, so she spoke up.
"No, I told you, today is our wedding anniversary, and this is the place where we first met!"
Han Yutang's eyes were deep and filled with a hint of nostalgia as he looked at his wife beside him and said.
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Chapter 48 You're About to Die
A hint of surprise flashed in Yang Feng's deep eyes. The beautiful woman next to this middle-aged man looked somewhat similar to his school beauty classmate.
After Han Yutang finished speaking, his sharp eyes looked at Yang Feng, and his superior aura subtly emanated as he continued:
"Young man, would you mind giving me this seat? I can treat you to breakfast here, how about that?"
"Why should I give way? This is my spot first," Yang Feng said slowly, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
"You mean you're not willing to give up your seat, is that right?" Han Yutang asked sharply in a low voice.
"I'm really not giving up my seat." Yang Feng crossed his legs and grinned. He hated the way rich people bossed others around, which was why he didn't intend to give up his seat.
"Yang Feng, let's give it to them. We can't afford breakfast here anyway. Let's go."