Before the dinner table, two people stood up at the same time, as if assuming a military stance.
Xu Jingxi cast a silent glance without saying a word.
The waiters served dishes in an orderly fashion, not quite the Manchu Han Imperial Feast.
Inviting Mr. Xu to dinner, it was natural to cater to his tastes, sea food and miscellaneous flavors were certainly out of the question.
The chef had been wracking his brains since noon when she came to reserve the table, preparing the ingredients.
In the end, they settled on a Chinese royal small banquet, understated yet exquisite.
In the private garden, there were no Christmas decorations, everything followed the tune of the antique attic.
On the table, however, there was an addition of a vase with flowers, a few pink Diana roses to be precise.
Xu Jingxi pulled out a chair, took his seat, his face composed and unflustered, and even smiled at the sight of the young lady who'd prepared everything wholeheartedly.
"Just like this?"
