At half past seven, the piano in the garden restaurant started playing on time. The third movement of Rachmaninoff's Symphony No. 2, Second Movement, the sound of the piano was melodious, beautiful, and melancholy.
The sommelier served the first wine for the two, and the appetizers were also served.
After the meal officially started, the lights in the entire restaurant dimmed, and a replica oil lamp hung above the small table, as if bringing the two back to the Middle Ages.
Jasper ate in a slow and elegant posture. With the swaying lights and melodious piano music, Barbara stared blankly, forgetting to eat her own food.
Jasper felt her gaze and smiled elegantly. "Miss Hart, why aren't you eating? Is it because the cuisine of our Mcmillan Group restaurant can't catch your eye, Master Ch
