Denver just pursed his lips and smiled, raising an eyebrow, "His cousin’s sister gave me special treatment last time I went."

Olivia: "..."

Alright, she wasn’t really clear about this matter.

"Let’s go." Denver raised his hand and ruffled her hair, smiling as he opened the car door.

Olivia nodded with a soft "Mm," as Koa Jackson and Mia Ginger also got into the car.

The four of them went out for dinner together.

Willow New Street is quite an old street, mainly lined with antique and jade shops on both sides, with a few stores selling calligraphy, paintings, and stationery. Overall, it has a strong cultural ambiance, drawing many out-of-town tourists during the day, but becoming very quiet at night.

The private restaurant had no sign, no advertisement, and no label, located in a seemingly old two-story building.

Upon entering, Mia Ginger felt a sense of openness.

The indoor space wasn’t particularly large, yet it featured a typical Chinese retro style; the furniture’s arrangement was scattered but meticulous, each piece looking like a relic upon a quick glance.

The room overall seemed old, yet under the lights, was spotlessly clean, very distinctive.

On the way, Denver had already made a call, and as soon as the four entered, a middle-aged woman in a cotton-linen shirt welcomed them into a room and warmly hosted them, casually asking Denver, "How many dishes?"

Denver raised his eyes with a smile, "Just the four of us, bring whatever you think is good."

"Do these two have any particular taste preferences?" The middle-aged woman turned to look at Koa Jackson and Mia Ginger.

Koa glanced at Mia, with a light smile, "Not picky, thank you."

"Alrighty." The woman smiled before leaving the room.

The four of them chatted freely for a while when Koa Jackson’s phone rang suddenly. He answered with a greeting "Grandpa," said a couple of words, gestured to Mia, and went outside to take the call.

No one knew where he went, but he didn’t come back for a while.

The chef personally served two dishes, making Mia a bit worried, and she went out to look for him.

Their dining room was on the second floor, which was just a small area when you walked around it, with no conversation audible.

Thinking about the recent situation of the Jackson Family, Mia pursed her lips, headed down the stairs, intending to go outside to find him, opened the slightly ajar door, and bumped into a broad chest.

She smiled and looked up, stunned.

The man standing between the light and darkness was none other than Dallas Taylor.

Since they met once at the KTV last time, the two hadn’t seen each other these days.

Mia quickly stepped back, smiling, "Are you here for dinner too?"

Dallas looked at her, nodded after a moment.

Actually—

To be precise, he was forced here for a blind date.

About to reach his thirties, the family business had stabilized and developed; naturally, his parents considered his marriage a top priority.

As for his father, it’s whatever, he didn’t care much, but his mother wouldn’t let it go, having raised him with great effort; she insisted he bring a girlfriend home.

He certainly wasn’t interested.

Now, his mother somehow found this candidate, saying the girl was elegant, pretty, well-educated, worked at a TV station, and insisted on him meeting her.

Being worn down, Dallas had to agree, taking the contact number.

The blind date chose this place, making it hard for him to find.

Annoyed, he hadn’t paid attention upon entering, rushed in, and unexpectedly bumped into this young girl, Mia Ginger.

Dallas lowered his gaze, sizing up Mia.