The waiter seemed prepared beforehand. As soon as Shi Che signaled, she stepped forward, took out a lighter, and lit the candle on the table. The moment the candlelight flared up, all the lights in the restaurant went out, leaving only the flickering candle flames, and the atmosphere instantly transformed.
Ling Chuxia was slightly taken aback; she had completely not expected this turn of events.
Following that, the waiters streamed out one by one, bringing the dishes to the table sequentially. Even though the arrangement was Western-style, all the dishes served were Chinese cuisine and, moreover… every dish was one she liked.
Ling Chuxia stared blankly at the dishes, her mind briefly in disarray, wondering why she suddenly felt… that this meal… was deliberately for her?
However, how could that be possible? They were here to meet a client after all…
"Shi Che, this dish…" Ling Chuxia puzzled inside, but somehow she ended up asking.
