Top deck, the sea breeze whistled.
Outside the giant arc floor-to-ceiling glass walls of the observation restaurant named "Heart of the Ocean".
The vast sea, shedding the last traces of twilight, interwoven in deep blue and inky black, like a vast expanse of spread silk.
The restaurant inside was brightly lit, with soft jazz music flowing.
The air was filled with the aroma of top-grade seafood grilled and mixed with spices.
Fang Qingyu and four others sat in a prime spot by the window.
The large round table was almost overflowing with various delicacies at the moment.
"This one! And this one! Bring this one too, two portions! Oh, right, give me a whole roasted suckling pig! Hurry up!"
Chu Kuanglan pointed at the menu, spitting as he ordered, his finger jabbing rapidly at the screen, eyes gleaming as if trying to bring all the substantial dishes with pictures on the menu to the table.
