Yan Feifan was hosting a dinner at Luo's Private Kitchen. Including his sister and Feng Jian, there were fourteen people in total.
Fortunately, the private room was spacious and the round dining table was large, so it didn't feel crowded even with everyone seated.
In preparation for the next day's surgery, they all consciously limited their drinking, ordering just two bottles of red wine.
Those who drank each got about a glass, just enough to wet their throats.
Being quite tired and hungry, and with the food being so delicious, everyone focused primarily on eating for the first half of the meal.
Once their hunger subsided and their stomachs were half-full, the table came alive with casual chatter.
Chen Yu glanced at Feng Jian, who was quietly focused on his food, then looked at Yan Feifan and chuckled. "Feifan, you're really something, you know that?"
