"I never thought such a grim Ghost Market could have such a beautiful view."
"Yeah, the night scenery here is really stunning."
"This fish has quite the texture."
"It sure does, it looks very high-end."
"Only, the flavor's a bit bland."
"Exactly. Upscale places like this often have that flaw. To cater to their customers' tastes, the dishes tend to be lightly seasoned."
"Feels like it's not as good as the fried chicken sold at street stalls."
"Aren't you a rich young lady?"
"Me? Hardly. Sure, the Jiang family is pretty big, but our standing has always been on the fringes. I'm more like one of those bankrupt heiresses. Of course, even a real 'heiress' might find fried chicken tastier."
"You've got a point there, haha."
"Heh."
"Hahaha."
"..."
"..."
After the banal conversation and the forced laughter, the dining table suddenly fell into silence.
The lively atmosphere from just moments ago vanished in an instant, leaving an awkward vacuum hanging in the air.
