"The dishes are here!"
The door of the private room was knocked on, opened, and the waiter brought in a tray, placing dish after dish on the table.
After they left, the group did not dig in heartily; their moods were rather heavy.
No other reason.
Chu Xuan's depiction of the future was simply too despairing.
"Let's eat first." Sun Wukong was the first to speak, "If you're not capable enough, thinking too much is just undue worry."
"Sun is right!" Zheng Zha dismissed the messy thoughts from his mind, put on a smile, and poured everyone wine and juice. For those who didn't like drinking, nobody minded, as it wasn't exactly a drinking or dining event; making everyone happy was the most important thing.
Not to mention, apart from the kind of Spiritual Wine that Sun Wukong once brought forth for physical and mental benefit, Chu Xuan probably wouldn't touch a drop of ordinary wine, even if it had millennium ginseng steeped in it.
