Zhang Beixing strode into the palace, and as soon as he entered, he saw the steward respectfully standing at the doorway.
"Mr. Zhang, seeing that you weren't in your room, I decided to wait for you here."
"The breakfast banquet is ready."
Zhang Beixing nodded and then accompanied the steward to the dining room where they had eaten yesterday.
At that moment, the large dining table still had the same few people as the previous meal.
The only difference was that the candlesticks and tablecloth from yesterday's dinner had been replaced.
The tablecloth had been changed to a more vibrant color, and the silver candlesticks were all removed, replaced by some exquisite ornaments.
They really pay attention to the details of life.
With a sigh in his heart, Zhang Beixing sat beside the main seat.
Seeing Zhang Beixing seated, White gently cleared his throat.
"Alright, you may serve the dishes."
