The speakers were two young women sitting next to Shen Mingzhu and her son. Judging by their age and attire, they seemed to be female workers who had stepped into society.
Their voices were neither loud nor soft, and given the quiet environment of the restaurant, nearly everyone could hear them and looked over in their direction.
Compared to the other tables, laden with an array of high-end dishes, the mother and son's table appeared particularly empty and shabby.
Two glasses of lemon water, a large plate of bread slices, one green salad.
Apart from the salad, everything else was complimentary.
For a moment, all eyes that fell upon the mother and son carried a sense of peculiarity and mockery, and many even whispered and laughed at them.
In this situation, most people would likely be so embarrassed they couldn't lift their heads, but Shen Mingzhu was no ordinary person.
She picked up a slice of bread, heavily coated with butter sauce, and handed it to Pei Ziheng.