No Saliva-Sharing Moment

My father brought us to a steamboat restaurant where they provide one-of-a-kind service. Each of us has our own pot of steamboat and hence, protecting the sanctity of their customers' hygiene. Let the pictures below do the talking.


Look at the volume of intake we consume. *Burp*


Everyone has one. No need to have chopstick war over the food.


Awh, the New Zealand lamb meat.


Good, 4 plates gone. 10 more to go!

The bill, was err... a bit pricy though - a three-figure sum for 5 heads. Don't think we'll go there very often.

Oh, and I forgot to elaborate on the card the girls gave me headed by Sylvea. This is how it looks like.