Subsequently, Sun Jack took the woman to a somewhat upscale restaurant in the Pu Xi District.
The restaurant on the top floor of a high-rise wasn't large, but it exuded a sci-fi ambiance with a touch of melancholy, thanks to the neon lights, LED dynamic lighting, and colorful pixelated illumination.
As a robot with six hands skillfully played the piano keys, the real meat skewers on the piano lid began to rotate automatically in time with the music, releasing a tempting aroma as they cooked from the heat emitted from the top of the piano.
Below the piano, three wheels began to spin slowly, roasting as they circled around Sun Jack's table.
The entire barbecue shop was empty except for them; to show his utmost sincerity, Sun Jack had reserved the whole place.
Among the exquisite piano music and the curling smoke from the skewers, Sun Jack lifted the red wine beside him, looking at the woman across the table through the blood-red wine. "So, can we talk now?"
