Chen Wei glanced sideways and saw a refined-looking young man with glasses heading straight for the piano in the center of the restaurant, who seemed to be the restaurant's pianist.
"Sister, wipe your drool, it's about to drip down," Chen Wei teased as he offered a tissue.
"What are you talking about! Don't get me wrong, I have no interest in him. I only admire his talent in music," Su Yumei clarified, concerned Chen Wei might misunderstand.
"Musical talent?"
"Yes, his piano skills are very high. I've listened a few times, and it really soothes the mind and body, making all the fatigue temporarily disappear," Su Yumei explained, her fondness for the ambiance being the reason she often dined at this restaurant.
Having heard Su Yumei say this, Chen Wei became curious about how extraordinary this Lin Haiyan's piano skills could be.
He saw Lin Haiyan sit at the piano, don white gloves, and then place his hands on the keys. From slow to fast, his fingers began to dance across them.
