Above the Inland River, the 'Oriental' was moving slowly.
In the dining room, servants shuttled back and forth in an orderly fashion, replacing the oil-stained plates and leftover food with freshly served meals for some guests who had specifically requested them.
Those guests who did not come to the dining room would have their food personally delivered by a servant.
Of course, only the first-class suites offered such service.
Ms. Yula, Lucius, and Joe were in one such first-class suite.
Two restaurant servants dressed in white shirts and vests followed behind a butler clad in a black tailcoat and a red bow tie, standing in front of the suite.
Knock, knock, knock!
The suite's butler gently tapped on the door, his voice soft yet respectful as he said,
"Mr. Joe, as per your instruction, three standard meals.
Also, two servings of 'Holy Cysteine Drink' that you specially ordered."
