Dressed in black with a black umbrella in hand, his flawless gray hair tied neatly at the back of his head, Shen Cang entered the restaurant expressionlessly.
He chose a corner seat and sat down. A waiter came with a menu, and he casually ordered a meat dish, a vegetarian dish, and a bowl of rice.
When the dishes were served, Shen Cang glanced at them but did not touch his chopsticks.
He sat there as guests came and went. He remained there without touching his meal, and the waiters felt uneasy about asking him to leave. The staff looked at him with strange expressions.
Initially, they thought he was a stylish and very cool Old Handsome Guy, but now they thought he was a... weirdo!
The restaurant was about to close. The cashier mustered the courage to approach him, "Sir, we are closing soon. Would you like your meal to be packed?"
Shen Cang glanced at the untouched meal and shook his head, "No need."
