Famo Mansion.
As the guests departed one after another, the hall was left with trays of foie gras and snails, abandoned like worn-out shoes.
Upstairs, several socialites friendly with Gu Shiyin stayed behind to assist her in maintaining appearances.
But clearly, their minds weren't on it; each couldn't help but look outside:
"I heard Bai He is quite impressive now; everyone important in town is begging her for a chance to cut in line at that affordable Jian Restaurant!"
"Yeah, and what's more frustrating is, I heard Mr. Bo gave a poetry and prose question, and whoever can answer it gets let in early. It's just so amusing."
"Forget it, forget it, we promised Shiyin to support Chef Fang, we can't go back on our word..."
The group withdrew their gaze; these words seemed to comfort Gu Shiyin, but in her ears, it was a slap in the face.
