Atlas Hallow has good taste, and the restaurant he chose is indeed quite nice. As he was looking at the menu, Charlotte Miller stood up and wandered around.
This is another vegetarian restaurant converted from a courtyard. Just as she stepped through the somewhat narrow entrance, it felt like she had suddenly walked from the bustling streets of the city into a tranquil paradise.
Standing in the private room, she watched the outer courtyard surrounded by delicate streams, the bamboo groves ethereal under moonlight, as if she were in an old serene bamboo grove of southern China.
The room where they dined had a glass ceiling that adjusted with the seasons and sunlight, and now it was the early new moon, beautiful and serene.
Atlas Hallow ordered the dishes, and they came out quickly. The waiters wore ancient Chinese dresses from the Republican era, the pale moon-white skirts gently swaying as they moved, forming a pleasing sight.
