The restaurant was bustling, so bustling that Jiang Feng even started to wonder if Jubao Building was hosting a wedding banquet today.
The decor in the lobby bore some resemblance to what Jiang Feng had seen in the old man's memory, with only two types of tables, small square ones and large round ones. The overall decoration seemed a bit bland, making the place feel empty, as if it was lacking some decorative items.
"Sir, do you have a reservation? Our restaurant is now fully booked..." a waiter came over to greet him.
"Yes, my friend has already arrived; I can find my own way," Sun Maochai said.
Hearing what Sun Maochai said, the waiter nodded with a smile and left.
Sun Maochai walked inside, looking around as if searching for someone.
Soon, a middle-aged man in a suit with a slightly plump figure stood up near a window-side square table and enthusiastically waved to Sun Maochai.