Lan Peizhi didn't affirm or deny, silently walking towards the restaurant ahead.
Rather than calling it a restaurant, it was more fitting to describe it as a high-end club; however, such settings were not new to Jiang Chen, who was quite familiar with them.
Guided by a polite waiter, the two of them arrived at an empty table on the second floor next to the railing.
Jiang Chen wasn't in a hurry to look at the menu, instead, he looked with interest at the floor below.
The hall on the first floor had a runway similar to a bar, stretching across the entire hall. A person dressed as an eunuch was serving dishes, bowing low with a bent waist, and with the rhythm of the accompanying music, took step by step, very rhythmically, followed by a group of women dressed in ancient court gowns, their clothes fluttering gracefully.
This method of serving was indeed full of ceremonial sense.
No wonder so many people were desperately climbing their way up.
