The few people settled at the dining table and exchanged pleasantries for quite a while.
Dishes were brought up one after another.
With each dish, He Jingping would provide a detailed introduction about its origin, ingredients, and even its preparation.
"This Silver Spring Lamb is the specialty here..."
"These Cloud Fried Truffles, sourced from pristine truffles above 3500 meters altitude..."
...
The waiter brought the prepared red wine, pouring it for everyone.
The wine glasses clinked gently, and the mellow red wine slid into mouths.
"Knock, knock, knock—" suddenly, there was a knocking sound.
Immediately after, the private room door opened, and a young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight entered.
"Sorry for being a few minutes late."
The young man quickly approached the dining table and, upon seeing Lin Muxue seated there, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
