Losing Consciousness

When Lin Xiaowan heard this, she said, "Yes, that's me."

Lin Xiaowan followed the lady boss into a small private room that Lu Yingxin had reserved.

The building was all made of wood. Even the furniture was made of wood.

The private room was upstairs, and a tree stood outside the window. The window was open, allowing the cold breeze to blow in. It was very refreshing and comfortable.

Lin Xiaowan said, filled with praise, "The location is very good. It's not hot at all."

The temperature outside was 30 degrees Celcius. It was hot outside, but it was rather cool in the room.

The lady boss quickly brought the menu over and said with a sigh, "It's only cool now. It'll get hotter later. When winter comes, it'll be very cold. In winter, we serve chicken and fish hotpot. For now, we have stewed chicken and fish."