More than a dozen waiters served two people there.
Sun Dasheng remained as still as a mountain, with a calm demeanor.
Huang Han, however, was a little uneasy. Why? Because she had never seen such a scene before.
She kept secretly glancing at the boss, feeling a strange sense: Isn't this an old landlord from the past, rather than a boss?
This meal felt as if she had entered the world of "Dream of the Red Chamber."
Did she also become the young mistress of the Jia Mansion?
Ah! Ugh! What are you thinking, Huang Han?
As a promising youth in the 21st century, how could you have such feudal thoughts?
She quickly despised herself a few times, but then under the meticulous service of the waiters, she felt a bit like floating again.
Being served feels so good.
No wonder the heroines in women's novels who travel back to ancient times always dream of becoming an Imperial Concubine, Crown Princess Consort, or Princess.
