At the thought of what Shen Miao said just now that customers here were either rich or noble, Jing Chuchu suddenly had a thought.
The young man seemed to have noticed her and looked over. When he saw Jing Chuchu clearly, his eyes lit up.
Jing Chuchu was wearing a jade-like white dress. She had snow-white skin and a beautiful face. Most importantly, she had a gentle and timid expression. When she glanced at the young man, she quickly lowered her head in shock. Most of the women in the capital were straightforward and open, but such a delicate and timid girl from the south was extremely rare. The young man's eyes were fixed on her, and the more fervent his gaze was, the deeper Jing Chuchu lowered her head.
Time passed slowly. The dishes were all served, but Shen Miao still did not appear. Jing Chuchu was the only one sitting at the table. She didn't want to eat alone, so she kept on sipping on the tea and looked at a loss.
