"..."
There was a moment of silence around.
Not only did the smiles on the few young men's faces gradually freeze, but even Master Zhong dropped his chopsticks in shock.
Only Ying Zijin remained calm, sipping her juice.
She raised her other hand and effortlessly caught the falling chopsticks, placing them back on Master Zhong's chopstick holder: "Grandpa, be careful."
Master Zhong was still utterly bewildered.
The true owner of Han Pavilion was always a mystery.
There were only two Han Pavilions in the entire Hua Country, one in Shanghai City and one in the Imperial Capital.
The food and service standards of Han Pavilion were no less than any Michelin Three-Star Restaurant, and even far exceeded them.
Even for powerful families like the Mu family or the Nie family in the Imperial Capital, they had to make reservations in advance to dine at Han Pavilion; no exceptions.
Han Pavilion did not recognize social status.
Everyone wanted to know who had such great influence.
