In the "Gears and Malt" restaurant on Artisan Street, the magic lamp emitted a gentle glow, illuminating the slowly rotating brass gear decorations on the walls.
The air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat and the rich scent of malt beer, completely different from the coldness above the High Tower, full of warm, lively atmosphere.
Luo Yan and Ophelia sat by the window, and the waiter quickly served them a warming hot malt tea, then took out a notebook.
"Madam, Sir, what would you like to order?"
Luo Yan didn't look at the menu and said directly.
"Honey-glazed ribs, two servings dine-in, and two to go."
"Got it," the waiter noted down skillfully and then took the tray and notes to the kitchen.
Ophelia sat obediently opposite, holding the warm tea in both hands, her boots tapping lightly on the ground.
