"One serving of omelette rice costs 88 yuan. Isn't that a bit steep? Do they really think us Shanghai people are easy to fool?"
"Hasn't this person only been famous for just over a year? It's not like they're a sushi master from Japan, dedicating a lifetime to one area. It's just an omelette rice. Why is it so expensive?"
"Is 88 yuan really that expensive? If you can't afford it, don't eat it. Don't let people think that we Shanghai folks can't afford omelette rice, alright?"
"Is it really about whether we can afford it? I just don't want to be a sucker."
The next day, even as people started lining up at Wang Fan's small shop, some still found it hard to accept.
They stayed in line purely because their curiosity had been piqued by the many praises of Wang Fan online, plus, they had already come so they were reluctant to leave halfway.
But inwardly, they were still a bit frustrated.
