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Under the soft lighting, exquisite tableware reflected a faint silver gleam across the tablecloth.
The pendulum and earrings sat beside the piano, playing "Carmen" together.
Li Banfeng straightened his shirt and loosened his tie slightly, then said to the gramophone across the dining table, "wife, what would you like to drink?"
The gramophone said gently, "Today is Husband's birthday. Whatever Husband wants to drink, Little Slave will drink with Husband."
Li Banfeng snapped his fingers at the waiter.
Banfeng Yi came over carrying a tray and menu, then asked Li Banfeng, "What would you like to order?"
Li Banfeng looked over the menu. White liquor, yellow wine, aged wine, foreign liquor—everything was available.
After weighing his options several times, Li Banfeng made up his mind. "One Soda Kiln soda, orange-flavored, with two freshly sliced White Falcon County lemons, one Bitter Vegetable Manor bitter vegetable leaf, a spoonful of Fragrant Pavilion strawberry jam, and a Year Wasteland cherry. Full sugar, seventy percent ice, and extra fizz."
Banfeng Yi wrote down Li Banfeng's order, then turned to the gramophone. "Honored lady, what would you like?"
The gramophone took the menu and said to Banfeng Yi, "I'll have the same as Husband: an orange soda, with two cups of Small Face Shop machine oil."
Banfeng Yi returned to the counter and mixed Li Banfeng's soda, only to find that it did not have quite enough foam.
"Heh—ptui!" Banfeng Yi added some foam for Li Banfeng.
The family was dining when Gloves set down his knife, picked up his fork, and said, "Head of the House, that mad cultivator you mentioned before—is it real or fake?"
Li Banfeng gave a profound smile. "Naturally, anything I say is true."
The projector said, "But I think the two techniques Seventh Director described were both