Two then. [he orders the old guy on the other side of the window. And a couple of cold drinks. He's handed a slip of paper with a number scrawled on it, so the waiter can find their table when it's ready. So, it's time to go have a seat - and Ning, true to form, grabs a table where he can kick back and put his feet up on a spare chair.]
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This place ain't too bad, huh?