481 Painting

In a restaurant at Snow Wind Pass.

"Make way, make way." A waiter carried a wooden tray. A large bowl of porridge, a steamer full of buns, and a plate of flatbread laid on top of the wooden tray. He carried it and walked towards the customers on the second floor.

Suddenly, the bowl of porridge, the steamer full of buns, and the plate of flatbread vanished from his wooden tray. At the same time, a piece of silver appeared on the wooden tray.

"Oh?" The waiter's eyes widened in shock. "Where's the porridge? Where are the buns? Where did the flatbread go?" The waiter was somewhat dazed. He carefully picked up the silver piece and rushed to the first floor. "Uncle, Uncle, look."

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Meng Chuan remained seated at the table. A bowl of porridge, a steamer full of buns, and a plate of flatbread appeared in front of him.

"Breakfast is ready." Meng Chuan turned his head to the side. The dining table was empty save for him; he was the only one there.