Inside a small restaurant, five rows of tables and chairs were neatly arranged. The floor and walls were very clean.
The small space gave off a surprisingly cozy feeling.
The walls were hung with framed menus, displaying dish names and prices.
There were stir-fries, cold dishes, and the local house specials.
They had never eaten at this restaurant before, so they asked the owner to recommend a few signature dishes.
Everyone shared their preferences, but Song Jiayan, blushing a little, said anything was fine.
"Little Song, don't mind me saying this, but that personality of yours won't cut it. If you want to make it in this industry, how can you be so quick to blush and get shy? Look at everyone else in the business—is there anyone who isn't a smooth operator?"
Song Jiayan nodded, his voice a little quiet. "You're right, Director."
Wen Ying looked at him. "You're a singer-songwriter? Have you released an album?"
