It was inevitable that a mature and steady man like Zhou Xuan would be noticed by others. His sharp black eyes were as deep as the sea, making it impossible to see the bottom. His strong face was suffused with an angular coldness, causing many young ladies who passed by to take a few more glances.
Upon being asked, Shan Yue blurted out, "He's just a stranger."
Hearing this, Zhou Xuan's expression did not change at all. He looked around and found a relatively quiet corner to sit down. He picked up the menu beside him and twirled the pen in his hand twice before sketching beside a few signature dishes. After handing the menu to the boss, he did not even look up. He only said coldly, "Serve the dishes."
The boss did not dare to delay at all. He personally ran to the kitchen to instruct them to cook, afraid that he would neglect anything.
