The waiter with thick eyebrows, neither too fast nor too slow, carried a tray, followed by another waiter helping to serve the dishes: "The food is here."
With a shout, they swiftly set the table.
The rouge goose breast was picturesque, the goose meat was not dry at all, the hibiscus prawns were specially peeled, Buddha's hand rolls, and clay pot braised beef tendon, all dishes steaming with swirling smoke.
With perfect color, aroma, and taste.
One chopstick from you, one from me, and we started eating.
By family upbringing, if elders were present, there would be no talking while eating or sleeping. But now, with no one watching, things were different.
Huanhuan's appearance couldn't match the other two friends, but she was still pure and endearing, a beauty that grew on you.
