Fifteen distinct private dining rooms can be found in the Chinese restaurant, where each is a self-contained narrative space yet woven into the venue’s overarching emotional fabric. The grandest private room unfolds like a ceremonial hall—spacious and luminous, where contemporary design harmonises with traditional motifs. From its ceiling descends a chandelier resembling the harvest moon, casting a golden glow that blesses every gathering beneath it.

Mid-sized rooms offer cultivated intimacy, their refined simplicity speaking volumes. Every deliberate detail—the angle of a chair, the fold of a napkin—whispers quiet reverence for the guests about to embark on their culinary journey.

The very air here hums with narrative warmth—each breath inviting guests to gather closer, to unfold their tales like well-loved maps. This is no mere dining chamber, but a miniature stage where every arrival becomes protagonist: laughter rises like curtain calls, clinking teacups mark scene transitions, and the walls themselves seem to lean in, bearing witness to life’s unscripted dramas.