The room was filled with quite a few guests.
There were a dozen or so.
But they were all quite old.
The building was somewhat old, but the stickers outside were bright and new.
After Julius Reed sat down, he noticed that their chairs were all different.
Some chairs were made of iron, some of plastic.
Arranged alternately.
So were the tables.
Some were quaint wooden tables, while others were modern tables, and even tables like those on cruise ships were placed here.
"Sir, here is our menu. Take a look at what you'd like to eat?"
An elderly lady, her face full of wrinkles, handed over a menu with trembling hands.
The menu was handwritten, with pen on white paper.
The moment he got the menu, Julius Reed fixed his gaze firmly on the old lady.
The old lady's eyes flickered, avoiding his stare immediately.
This menu had big problems.
A menu is surely for eating, yet there were no grease stains on it.
This was just paper!
No plastic coating outside.
