Rebirth of the Rising Sun

"Haha, it's nothing, don't worry about it." Although Feng Sizhe said this, he was still very happy to hear Xie Zhiyuan say this.

Xie Zhiyuan is not a timid person. He does not back down when faced with problems. Instead, he dares to act and take responsibility. This makes Feng Sizhe very happy, and he feels that he has no fault with this friend.

As Xie Zhiyuan and several other classmates came out, Bai Zhifei and Bai Caixia followed. Bai Zhifei walked up to Feng Sizhe with the same nonchalant look, "Hey, this game was very exciting, the players all showed our national prestige, it's a pity that you didn't see it."

Hearing Bai Zhifei say this, Feng Sizhe smiled again. He knew that at that time, table tennis was the national sport of the Republic. It was the strongest of the strong. Even in the 21st century, when Feng Sizhe lived, table tennis was still popular. In the early 21st century, it even played the legendary deeds of the Republic of China against the world. "Haha, you must be tired of watching the game. Come, I'll treat everyone to dinner."

I ran to watch the game after school from the Youth Class and have been watching it for nearly two hours. It is now one o'clock in the afternoon and I haven't eaten yet. Now that Feng Sizhe said this, don't we all feel our stomachs rumbling.

"Okay, let's go eat. It's rare for Feng Sizhe to treat us to a meal, so don't be polite to him." Xie Zhiyuan was the first to call out when he heard Feng Sizhe wanted to treat him to a meal. Of course, treating someone to a meal is nothing special, it's just a great way to increase friendship.

It was true that Feng Sizhe had a hard time treating him to a meal, because he almost always went home after school, and except for class time he was rarely with everyone, so it was naturally difficult for him to have a meal treated by Feng Sizhe.

Feng Sizhe took the lead and walked side by side with Xie Zhiyuan towards the hotel near the Asian Games Village.

At that time, there were not many private restaurants, and the main types of restaurants were state-run guesthouses. Fortunately, people living near the Asian Games Village were forward-thinking, and many people who saw business opportunities built hotels when the Asian Games Village was being built, so Feng Sizhe and his group still had choices.

Feng Sizhe stopped at the door of a restaurant called Zhengzong Jingcai. From the outside, the restaurant looked clean, so he turned around and said to everyone, "Let's eat here, shall we?"

"Ah?" Xie Zhiyuan and the others were stunned when they heard Feng Sizhe chose this place. They could see that the restaurant was not too low-end. The service staff were all wearing uniforms, which reflected their class. How much would it cost to have a meal here? Everyone was a little hesitant when they heard Feng Sizhe say he wanted to choose this place.

Speaking of which, although all of Feng Sizhe's classmates in the Youth Class had some background, they were all unemployed and not very well-off. If they had a meal here, it would cost at least three or four hundred yuan, which was one or two months' salary for ordinary workers at that time. Wasn't this a bit too expensive?

"Feng Sizhe, I think we should just find a place to eat. There's no need to be so ostentatious when eating here, right?" As the classmate closest to Feng Sizhe, Xie Zhiyuan had to stand up and speak at this moment.

"Yeah, Xiao Zhezi, I think so too. We can just find a place to eat. In fact, some local snacks are not worse than those in the big restaurants." Bai Zhifei also realized that the cost of a meal here must be quite high. As Feng Sizhe's old classmate and they had just met, he certainly didn't want Feng Sizhe to spend so much money.

"Haha, what kind of grand ceremony is this? I think it's just an ordinary restaurant. Besides, we are all hungry now. Since we have come this far, we might as well eat here. I don't have the energy to walk any further." Feng Sizhe knew that these people were doing this for his own good, but since he said he wanted to treat everyone to a meal, he couldn't just ignore it. Besides, if they were rich, Feng Sizhe must be the richest among them. Zhao Lirong, the mother in the UK, seemed to be afraid that her baby son would not eat well in the Republic. Every month, she would mail a sum of money to Feng Zhe, telling him to buy whatever he wanted to eat and wear whatever he wanted, and not to make himself suffer.

Feng Sizhe would naturally not refuse his mother's doting. Feng Sizhe, who could be considered a petty bourgeois, had no use for money. He was picked up by a car after school and had dinner when he got home. Money was really useless to him. Now that he finally had the opportunity to treat his classmates and friends to a meal, he would naturally not be stingy.

Feng Sizhe's insistence forced everyone to follow him into the restaurant. The higher the grade of the restaurant, the better the service attitude. After Feng Zhe and his group came in, someone immediately led the way to a large table, and then a waiter served tea.

Feng Sizhe picked up a food map, casually placed it in front of Xie Zhifei, and asked him to order.

Of course Xie Zhifei felt embarrassed to let Feng Sizhe spend money, so he took the menu and ordered a dish of tofu with green onions and a dish of stir-fried meat with peppers, then handed the menu to Bai Zhifei beside him.

Bai Zhifei first took a look at the somewhat shocking price, then ordered just one Liangjia and gave it to Xu Yuanyuan who was standing beside him.

Feng Sizhe couldn't help but shook his head when he saw this scene, and took the menu. He loudly ordered a few dishes, including fried tripe, pork ribs and eggs, and of course roast duck. Then he asked the waiter about the restaurant's own characteristics. In total, he ordered eight dishes. Then he returned the menu to the waiter and ordered six bottles of beer and two drinks.

Seeing that Feng Sizhe ordered so many dishes, and some of them were not cheap at all, Bai Zhifei said to Feng Sizhe in a low voice: "Just eat something simple, I don't think it's necessary to spend so much money, right?"

"Hey, of course, we need to eat well. Besides, we are all hungry. How can we not ask for more? Let's eat first. If it's not enough, we can ask for more. Anyway, we need to eat well." Feng Sizhe laughed and waved to Bai Zhifei. At the same time, he was also very emotional. At that time, the Republic was still clean and bright, and there was no so-called second-generation official or rich. Thinking that it would not take many years for him to go out to eat with those people, and a meal would cost tens of thousands of yuan at any time, Feng Sizhe could only sigh that society was changing too fast.