As soon as the dishes were served, Ye Wan couldn't even bother to speak.
Emerald green lotus leaves with claws of drunken, orange-yellow crabs waving in the air.
A stack of spicy chicken tumbling out of a bamboo basket.
Butterfly pastries with wings ready to take flight on a moonlight-white plate.
...
They were not only good-looking but delicious, truly a feast for the senses.
Ye Wan's chopsticks never stopped moving.
She didn't even need to pick her dishes; whenever her gaze landed on a plate, Lu Changchuan would lightly lift his arm, and the next second, that dish would end up in her bowl.
One glance at the table and the majority of the food had found its way into her stomach.
With a full belly, her mind also became more active.
Ye Wan looked up at Lu Changchuan, "Aren't the floors above 51 not open to the public?"
Lu Changchuan smiled and said, "They're not open to the public. So the ones who can get in here are members."
