The voice of the waiter was so loud that everyone who was at the scene could hear it clearly!
Funeral Banquet?
Dying Duck Feast?
There was a puzzled look on everyone's faces.
Then, the waiters filed into the room one by one.
Everyone turned their eyes to the dishes in the waiter's hands.
At this time, everyone's faces changed. What kind of dish was this? The whole dish was black, cut into pieces, giving off a faint fragrance.
When they thought of the funeral banquet that the waiter just mentioned, some people shattered out in a cold sweat!
Wasn't it Rosaline's 80th birthday today?
On such a festive day, what kind of Funeral Banquet would be served!
Weren't they cursing Rosaline?!
Rosaline was so scared that her face turned pale. She stood up directly and asked the waiter, "What's wrong with your hotel! I'm having my birthday party. What kind of dishes are you having now? I'm going to sue your hotell"
But the waiter said innocently, "Yes, we are on the menu."