The entrance of the restaurant was filled with tents, and countless tables were arranged messily. Every table was filled with people, holding all kinds of food and stuffing them into their mouths, and pouring glass after glass of wine into their stomachs. Their expressions were strangely excited, and their eyes were as red as blood.
most of the people here haven't slept for seven or eight days, and the least probably haven't slept for a long time. I don't believe that their chefs can make anything good, so we should try to buy some sealed food to eat.
Han Bing had considered it very carefully, so they just found a table and casually ordered something.
After waiting for half an hour, a waiter lazily brought over a barrel of wine and a few plates of dishes, throwing them on the table.
None of them had ordered anything.
But they didn't say anything, only taking out their own canned food and sealed sausages.
