Chapter 110 - Yun Xiangxiang’s Opinion
He Wei brought Yun Xiangxiang to a home restaurant. It was a famous Chinese restaurant. It was said that the family’s ancestor was the palace chef.
This place only accepted appointments. Patrons would usually have to make an appointment a month prior to have a spot. They limited their spots to sixteen tables a day.
The dining spot was an immaculate courtyard. It was obvious that the master wasn’t short on money just by looking at the house.
The owner opening this Chinese restaurant was probably out of passion, or to share great food with people who understood food.
A waiter in Tang Dynasty garb approached them once they got out of the car. He Wei told him about the room he reserved, and the waiter took them there with a polite smile.
The room was decked out with Chinese style decoration. There was even a room divider inside it. A small table was behind the divider. A Guzheng [1] was placed on top of it.
He Wei and Yun Xiangxiang had just sat down when a girl wearing cheongsam came in and started playing the Guzheng.
The swirling tune of the Guzheng and the twirling fragrance of sandalwood made them forget about the hustle and bustle of life immediately. They immersed themselves in this world of artistic poetry.