Snap.
The waitress threw down a pen, indicating for Lin Xian to write on it himself.
Lin Xian thought for a moment, then wrote his request on the card. The waitress, upon seeing it, immediately frowned and gave Lin Xian an extremely strange look: "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Alright... alright then."
It was the first time the waitress had seen such a bizarre material request. Her eyes swept over the group repeatedly, then she walked to the bar to give instructions and entered a small door.
Soon after, another waiter brought up six glasses of chilled whiskey. Monica smiled as she picked up a glass and looked at it: "Not bad, it actually looks quite decent."
KIKI took a sip: "Hmm, not bad, it seems this guy has gathered quite a lot of supplies, even the drinks have so many varieties."
Ning Jing gazed around: "Quite a few people here..."
