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Shazhu surprisingly looked down on his own restaurant, which made Yan Jiefang want to give him a good beating! Although he couldn't hit Shazhu, he didn't hold back his words: "Shazhu, you think you're too good for my little restaurant? Sure, 'Food as Immortals' sounds impressive, but have you looked at yourself? Do you really think they would want you?"
Hearing Yan Jiefang's words, Shazhu's face flushed red. He stubbornly retorted, "Hey! If they don't want me, I wouldn't want them either!"
Yan Jiefang reassured him, "Don't worry. Even though your restaurant is small, as long as you have friends, it will definitely outshine 'Food as Immortals'!"
Yan Jiefang dismissed Shazhu's bragging; he knew the reality. How could his little restaurant compare to a proper establishment? They had been renovating for almost three months before even opening! With that kind of investment, how could Shazhu's small place compete?
Although it was getting late, Yan Jiefang and Yu still bought some ingredients to prepare for their opening. Their thought was that the sooner they opened, the sooner they could start making money. Besides, there were plenty of people out at night looking for a meal!
Unfortunately, by ten o'clock that night, not a single customer had come through the door. The couple left the shop in disappointment, especially frustrated with Shazhu for happily cooking himself a dish to take home!
They couldn't say anything about it; after all, they had promised Shazhu they would support him.
The next day at noon, with anticipation from Yu and Yan Jiefang, five customers finally walked into their restaurant!
"Welcome to our humble establishment!" Yu quickly greeted them.
"Boss lady, I saw your menu outside. Is this a Sichuan restaurant? Then please send out all your signature dishes!" one of the customers commanded.
"And bring me two bottles of your best wine!"
"Sure thing! Don't worry; our chef specializes in authentic Sichuan cuisine. Just wait a moment; we'll have your dishes ready soon!" Yu replied politely as she hurried to get Shazhu cooking.
"Shazhu, I’m telling you now—bring out all your skills! Otherwise, I won’t let you off easy!"
"Relax, Yu! You know my skills well enough. Just trust me!"
Seeing Shazhu's confidence put Yu at ease.
The leader of the table looked wealthy and seemed to have chosen this inconspicuous restaurant for a reason. While waiting for the food, he opened a bottle of wine and poured it for a middle-aged man who exuded an air of sophistication—clearly someone who had received a good education.
"Cheers! Dr. Huang, thank you for performing surgery on my mother. Thanks to you, she is finally receiving treatment!"
"Doctor Huang, you may not know this, but I lost my father when I was young. It was my mother who worked tirelessly to raise my three brothers and me. Because of this, she has fallen ill from exhaustion!
Now that I have money, I want to ensure my mother lives a good life. However, she has fallen sick, and I've learned that she needs surgery. I've heard that your medical skills are highly regarded; saving my mother would mean saving me as well!
I apologize for the hasty invitation today. My brothers and I can only offer you this humble request for now. Once the renovations at the restaurant are complete, I will treat you properly!
Let me raise this glass in your honor!"
The leader of the group finished speaking and tilted his head back to drink a glass of wine.
Doctor Huang looked at the wine glass in front of him, feeling somewhat troubled. "Mr. Song, performing surgery on patients is my duty; you don't need to be so polite. However, I have another surgery scheduled this afternoon, and this wine..."
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