Su Miaomiao curled her lips into a smile and snapped her fingers.
"Eat, bring me some of your signature dishes."
The waiter's eyes finally popped open, nearly losing his soul to that captivating smile; it took him a long while to come back to his senses.
"Of course, please wait a moment."
He eagerly served her a pot of hot tea, then went to the kitchen to place the order.
Soon, the dishes arrived.
Without tasting, just a glance was enough to tell they were packaged meals.
Su Miaomiao's slender fingertips tapped lightly on the table, frowning.
The old man had founded the Louwai Building from scratch, starting from a small eatery to becoming a household name in Shanghai City.
But when Su Zhen took over, he handed it off to Liu Wan to manage.
A good restaurant had become worse than a streetside fast-food joint.
Perhaps noticing that Su Miaomiao wasn't eating, the waiter asked cautiously,
"Miss, is there something unsatisfactory?"
