Fang Zhuoyue arrived at the entrance of the Taifeng Building.
As a single young man who grew up systematically in a socialist environment, this was his first time dining in such a high-end restaurant with friends.
Entering Taifeng Building, the door staff quickly came forward and asked with a smile, "Are you by yourself, sir?"
"I have a friend meeting me here, a chef from your restaurant named Jiang Feng," Fang Zhuoyue answered.
"Ah, it's Mr. Fang. Master Jiang has already notified us about you. I'll take you there. The dishes are prepared, would you like to serve them now?" the waiter led the way.
"Serve them now," Fang Zhuoyue said, following the waiter to his seat and sitting down.
Once seated, Fang Zhuoyue began to observe the hall of Taifeng Building.
The decor of Taifeng Building was exquisite, maintaining an antique charm throughout that was very comforting to look at. The dining hall was nearly at full capacity, evidence of their booming business.