"Sir, here are your har gow, chicken feet in black bean sauce, char siu bao, pork tripe, and rice noodle rolls..."
Several waiters gradually brought over a dozen breakfast dishes. Although the portions were small, the quantity was quite impressive, and the colors were vivid. Even Shao Zifeng, who wasn't much of a breakfast person, found his appetite piqued.
After the waiters had finished serving the food, the lead waiter, with a white napkin draped over his bent forearm, bowed slightly to Shao Zifeng, "I wish you a pleasant meal."
This display left Shao Zifeng somewhat dazed, as what was meant to be a simple Cantonese morning tea somehow gave off the vibe of a Western restaurant.
"Ah, please wait a moment."
As the waiters began to leave, Shao Zifeng called out to stop the last one.
The waiter rolled his eyes, turned around, and displayed a professional yet stiff smile, "May I ask if there is anything else you require, sir?"