Chapter 107: Could You Reveal Just a Little?

Although it was a bit unusual, since the other party was willing to do so, Luo Chen naturally did not ask further. Hearing his own sister’s song at the Chinese Pavilion filled Luo Chen with great pride.

Dai Xinhua and Le Zhengling were also stunned—not because of the familiar music, but because they were amazed at how quickly Luo Tianyi cleared the food. They now understood what Luo Chen meant by not wasting anything, but how on earth did she manage to fit so much food into her stomach?

The women looked at Luo Tianyi’s still flat abdomen with a hint of envy. To have such a metabolism that never gained weight no matter how much one ate was truly enviable.

A song usually lasted only a few minutes, but this fast-paced piece, so different from the other ancient-style melodies, quickly captured the attention of the guests. “Power Over the World” was vastly different in style from the previous songs; it was impossible not to notice.

“That last song was quite pleasant. Is it by the same composer as the theme song? But somehow, listening to it while eating feels a bit awkward,” a young man surnamed Zhao, sitting nearby, asked his friend after the song ended.

“Hey, Zhao Xing, haven’t you heard it on the Stardust Platform? That’s one of Luo Shen’s signature pieces,” replied his friend.

“Xing, you don’t know that? Just a few days ago, I caught you watching the Little Angel’s live stream—I thought you knew a bit about the Stardust Platform. I didn’t expect you not to know about Luo Shui Tianyi,” another friend chimed in, both of them giving Zhao Xing a look as if he had just come down from the mountains, leaving Zhao Xing embarrassed.

“Cough, cough… I just didn’t remember at the moment, that’s all,” Zhao Xing stammered.

It wasn’t just Zhao Xing who questioned this; many guests noticed the same issue. The owner of the Chinese Pavilion shouldn’t be so uninformed, yet inquiries to the waitstaff yielded no answers. As the guests whispered among themselves, Qiu Dayuan calmly entered through the door.

“Haha… Dear diners and friends, are you all enjoying your meal? I’ve been quite busy lately and haven’t been around much. If there’s been any oversight in service, please forgive me…” Even Luo Chen, sitting near the wall, could clearly hear Qiu Dayuan’s hearty laughter. Over the years, under Qiu Dayuan’s management, this place had become not only a spot to savor fine food but also a venue for socializing. Many regulars had close ties with Qiu Dayuan.

“Master Qiu! You busy man finally have time to greet us?” one guest called out.

“Exactly, I haven’t seen you in days!” another added.

“I heard you went to Master Fang to design a theme song recently. How did it go? Any new compositions?” someone asked eagerly.

“Yeah, the songs at the Chinese Pavilion haven’t changed in ages. I’m almost tired of them. We’re all waiting for Master Fang’s new tunes,” another said.

Qiu Dayuan’s cheerful expression slowly faded as he sighed. A few days ago, he had indeed sought out Fang Zitong, a master of ancient-style music, hoping to commission some fitting pieces for the Chinese Pavilion. However, he hadn’t expected that Fang was no longer in China, making his trip wasted.

“I heard Master Fang isn’t in China. Did you go there for nothing, Master Qiu?” someone asked.

“Not here? I think so. I heard he went to Europe to find inspiration,” another guest remarked.

“Inspiration? But isn’t Master Fang specialized in traditional Chinese music? Why would he go to Europe? Is he just taking a vacation?” someone joked.

“Ah… I didn’t expect this either,” Qiu Dayuan admitted. Previously, the Chinese Pavilion’s theme songs had always been composed and written by Fang Zitong. This time, Fang had found an excuse to disappear. For now, Qiu Dayuan couldn’t find a suitable replacement. Chinese-style ancient music was rare to begin with, and high-quality pieces even rarer. It wouldn’t do to just repeat the old songs for months.

“Master Qiu, don’t you know Luo Shui Tianyi? I heard that the ‘Millennium Food Recipe Ode’ was commissioned from her. Since Master Fang isn’t available, why not ask Luo Shui Tianyi instead?” a guest suggested, recalling that two of the current songs were by Luo Shui Tianyi. Why hadn’t the owner approached her?

“Well…” Qiu Dayuan was caught off guard. Not only was that claim something he had boasted about but could not fully back up, even if he wanted to find her, he had no idea where she was. After all, the young foodie girl only came here irregularly once a week to sneak a meal and hadn’t left any contact information. She was essentially unreachable for the time being.

“I think that sounds great. I really like Luo Shui Tianyi’s two songs,” a guest said.

“Yeah, the update speed is too slow. If Master Qiu could urge her, that would be fantastic,” another agreed.

“I believe Luo Shui Tianyi could easily take Master Fang’s place,” many voices chimed in. Among the diners were numerous fans of Luo Tianyi, who had been eagerly waiting for new music. Since Qiu Dayuan seemed to know her, they naturally hoped he would put in a good word.

Just as Qiu Dayuan looked troubled, a clever waiter leaned in and whispered something in his ear. The embarrassed owner, unsure how to handle the situation, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Dear diners and friends! Since you all say so, I’ll shamelessly go ask. But as you know, Master Luo isn’t quick with updates. If my old face doesn’t persuade her, please don’t blame me,” Qiu Dayuan said with his usual boisterous smile. Though he had made the promise, he dared not be too confident—he hadn’t forgotten the last time he spoke recklessly and almost couldn’t take it back. The hearts of young people were unpredictable.

“No worries! Everyone knows Master Qiu is reliable. Master Luo would never refuse him,” a guest reassured.

“Master Qiu, this isn’t like you. You sounded so confident before,” another teased.

“By the way, Master Qiu, have you actually met Master Luo? Could you tell us a bit about her? She keeps a very low profile—there isn’t even a single photo,” the guests pressed, hoping to glean some useful information about Luo Tianyi’s appearance or whereabouts.

“Yes, how about a little hint, Master Qiu?” they urged.

Seeing the owner so modest, the guests teased him good-naturedly. Many of Luo Tianyi’s fans hoped to learn something useful from Qiu Dayuan, whether it be her looks or where she lived…

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