Good grief, with these prices, no wonder there's not a single customer even with the restaurant on the highway.
"Boss, are you sure there isn't a mistake with the prices on this menu?" Qi Yun turned and casually asked.
"That's the price! Take it or leave it! If you don't want to eat, just get out!" The middle-aged man waved dismissively, ready to chase them away, ignoring even the intimidating presence of Brother Quan and his companions.
Who knows where this guy gets his confidence from.
Qi Yun couldn't help but smile, never having seen anyone run a business quite like this.
Inwardly, he thought, today I'm damn determined to try this, let's see what a forty-yuan stir-fried pork tastes like...
"I'll take one of everything in this row on the left." He gestured at the menu.
The middle-aged man was taken aback, as if he hadn't expected Qi Yun to actually order, and the way he ordered was so damn unique.
