Su Yu heard this and lightly touched the tip of her nose, laughing at herself in self-mockery.
It turned out she was not especially remembered as she had imagined, but rather a small ornament on her person had caught attention.
"I need some high-quality paper and inkbrushes, as I want to draw a design."
"Right away," the waiter replied, and with swift movements, soon brought over a stack of thick, faintly fragrant Xuan paper, along with graphite pens specially made for drawing precise patterns and an iron ruler for measuring.
These tools were neatly arranged, as if quietly waiting for the master's inspiration to descend.
Su Yu was internally full of praise, for although the prices here were steep, the quality definitely lived up to its reputation, every item could be considered a fine piece.