Jisang was right. The fifth floor of the hotel is indeed a self-service restaurant.
Moreover, there are quite a variety of dishes, ranging from Huaxia cuisine to European and American flavors, covering almost everything.
Right now, there are quite a few athletes from different countries wandering around the hall.
After a tiring day of competition, even their eating style resembles their athletic style.
It's quite wild.
"Hao, what do you want to eat?"
The two found a vacant table, and before they even warmed their seats, Jisang was ready to get some food.
Qin Hao glanced at the nearby beverage area, "Get me ten bottles of cold beer."
Jisang's small eyes widened, "Hao, please don't joke around."
Qin Hao raised his eyebrow, "Do I look like I'm joking?"
Unable to argue, Jisang had to go over, pick up a tall glass, and bring back a bit of red wine. "Sorry, it seems this hotel doesn't have beer."
