While Lin Chuan was speaking, Jing Yu had already made his way to the front desk.
Standing opposite him was a rather tall local woman whose eyes lit up significantly at the sight of the newcomer.
"Sir, what can I help you with?"
"What's for breakfast?"
"Are you here on a trip, sir? Our hotel has everything: sandwiches, sandwiches, coffee, milk, fried eggs..."
"A cup of coffee, a cup of milk, two sandwiches, thank you."
The waitress played with a strand of hair by her ear, oozing charm, "Don't you want to order anything else, sir? May I ask your honored surname? Are you... alone?"
Jing Yu glanced at her, giving her a faint look but said nothing.
The woman seemed to catch his drift; she went to prepare the food with less interest after settling the bill. As Jing Yu walked towards Tang Shu with a tray, her gaze lingered thoughtfully on the two of them for a few more seconds.