The three of them chatted and laughed in the private room, and within ten minutes, there was a knock on the door. A sweet voice announced that they were ready to serve the dishes.
Qin Yuji looked at Fu Mingyu with suspicion, "Don't we need to order here?"
Fu Mingyu replied with a smile, "I've ordered already."
With that, he went ahead and opened the door.
Waitresses still dressed in Pink Lime Cheongsams despite the deep autumn served up steaming dishes onto the Eight Immortals Table for four.
Qin Yuji only glanced once and felt her mouth watering uncontrollably.
All were palm-sized small plates with just a small pinch of food on them, barely enough for each person to pick up with two chopsticks. For dishes like ribs, there was just enough for one piece per person, with no chance for seconds.