Illuminated by the white fluorescent light, the corridor was clean and quiet.
Young Zhou's hands were raised. He was walking forward rapidly, but his footsteps were not chaotic at all.
A few attendants who were responsible for miscellaneous tasks walked behind him. They followed Young Zhou closely. Their steps were orderly, their expressions were solemn, and their gazes were focused.
Illuminated by the lights on the ceiling, the walls on both sides of the corridor were yellowish. Even though the place seemed a little desolate, it looked rather professional.
"I must not hold the platter near my arm. I must not hold the platter near my mouth. I must not hold the platter near my hair…" Young Zhou muttered the rules of serving food to customers in his heart, and he held the white porcelain platter in his hand steadily.