The restaurant itself was in an old-fashioned Chinese building, with carved beams and painted rafters and flying eaves and shuttered windows that boasted the handiwork of master woodcarvers: Flowers, birds, insects, and all manner of flora made the building look like a multitiered stage. I might be wrong, but I think it was deserted: no diners and no waiters. Open windows above us revealed an array of redwood tables and chairs that were polished until they shone. Landscape scrolls hung alongside specimens of fancy calligraphy. Large potted plants, many covered with gorgeous, odorless blooms, stood in the corners. It probably didn’t register at the time, but now that I think of it, that aging but still fancy restaurant seemed to be waiting for someone.
— Wang Shuo, Playing for Thrills