At the Misty Peak cafeteria, Wang Lu, Wen Bao and Mu Xiao each took their respective seat.
Mu Xiao looked around to observe the scene at the cafeteria as emotion welled up in his heart. Ever since that chef from the Western Continent came, he hasn’t eaten at this place for a very long time.
He then turned his head and saw that famous specialty dish “Look Up at the Starry Sky”—those fish heads standing upright on top of the cake—and could not help but sigh at the people’s misery.
Before long, the puppet waitress served their ordered dishes in succession. It also delivered two bottles of purple red Western Wine. After pouring for the three of them, it quietly withdrew.
Wang Lu picked up the wine glass and then said with a smile, “It’s nice, right? In this huge lobby, there’re only three of us. It’s like our own private place. You can’t find this kind of treatment in anywhere else.
