After Blake walked into Food and Medicine Hall, all the customers put down their forks and knives. They opened their eyes wide and stared at him.
This old man had a high reputation in the gourmet industry.
The whole restaurant was obviously full of people. If Blake wanted to dine in, he had to wait for some time. However, someone actually took the initiative to stand up and give him his seat. That was a sign of his status.
“Mr. Winslow, please have a seat...”
Blake was not restrained at all. He did not even thank the person before he sat in the seat that the person had given up. Other customers at the same table felt embarrassed to continue eating, and all of them stood up as well.
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