"A Yuan, you circled this area before, saying that only restaurants can be opened here."

"At the same time, we only make high-end organic food. Not many people in Shanghai can afford this kind of high-end food. It just so happens that the foreigners in this community can afford it."

"Yuan, you also said that we shouldn't have a storefront. That means that we want to show that this is a restaurant, so it must be in the most conspicuous location, and we need an open kitchen. The heavy fumes from Chinese food are not suitable for an open kitchen. In other words, what you want me to do is a foreign restaurant with less fumes."

"The decoration here is in different national styles, which is to provide the most authentic dining experience for foreigners from different countries in the park. Through this feeling of returning home, we can retain all these foreign customers."

"Each table can only seat six people at most, which means that we only serve families or friends. This is a testament to these high-end foreigners. They don't have too many children, nor do they socialize casually. This provides customers with a better dining experience."

"Right, Yuan? Am I right? You've given me so many hints, and if I still can't guess it, then I'm really not fit to work here."

Guan Yingying spoke eloquently, as if she were a master of success, fooling the students in the classroom.

And that student was Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan's eyes widened. He himself didn't know that the words he said and the conditions he set could be understood in this way.

Fang Yuan was about to explain something when a waiter called out.

"Boss Guan, it seems we are missing a few dishes here."

"What?"

Guan Yingying gave Fang Yuan an apologetic smile: "Yuan, I have to get busy first."

After saying that, Guan Yingying quickly walked towards the waiter.

"What's wrong? Is there a shortage of one ingredient? No problem, just change it. Or, it's still early, ask the supplier to deliver some more..."

Guan Yingying started to get busy and soon she disappeared.

Fang Yuan just watched blankly from the side. He still didn't understand how Guan Yingying managed to make this project, which was bound to lose money, come alive.

Soon, it was eight o'clock.

The moment the door opened, the foreigners queuing outside rushed in like zombies in a zombie movie.

The scene was exactly like that of middle school students rushing to the cafeteria after school.

Why?

Fang Yuan couldn't understand what was so attractive about this store to these foreigners?

Jackson didn't expect that he came to line up at seven o'clock, but he didn't get to eat until nine o'clock.

After he came in, he quickly took the camera and started shooting everywhere.

"Oh my god, look at this place. Isn't this decoration like a classical palace? No wonder it's so expensive here. The environment alone would cost a lot of money to decorate."

Jackson actually spoke in Mandarin during the filming.

This is also one of his highlights, because he, a black man, actually filmed a video in Mandarin.

However, English subtitles will be included.

As a result, he looks very funny to his fans.

Because of this, his fan base on YouTube grew rapidly.

Among them, there are also reasons that concern some Chinese people.

"Oh shit!"

Jackson turned the camera to the most colorful glass kitchen in the hall.

"Look, the kitchens here are all open. You can see clearly how they cook. Only restaurants that are very confident in their cooking and are very clean will put the kitchen in the most conspicuous place."

The waiter came over quickly and invited Jackson to his private room.

"Sorry everyone, I booked a private room today. I heard that the private rooms here are of different styles. For example, I booked a room in the Gambia style of our Grey Island. Oh my God, look!"

After Jackson entered the private room, he quickly took pictures of the environment inside the room.

"Oh my God! As everyone knows, my grandmother is from Gambia, and I also spent my childhood in Gambia. I never thought that I could experience the same environment as Gambia in the Magic City of China. Look at this red brick rough decoration style and this adobe seat. I swear, it is exactly the same as Gambia."

Jackson was so excited that his speech was a little incoherent.

His eyes turned red instantly and tears welled up in his eyes.

"I haven't been back to The Gambia for decades, and this place reminds me of my grandmother. I remember that my grandmother loved to sit on this adobe and bask in the sun."

Soon, the waiter brought the dishes Jackson ordered.

Seeing the food, Jackson couldn't help crying.

"Woo woo woo woo... This aroma is exactly the same as the Sima that my grandmother cooked. Look! This diarrhea-like thing is the Sima that the Gambian people often eat."

Jackson took out a spoon, scooped a spoonful and put it in his mouth.

He also gave a close-up of his face.

"Wow!"

Jackson's tears stopped instantly. He didn't expect that Sima could make such a delicious dish.

"Oh my god, did I taste it wrong? Is Seema so delicious?"

Jackson fed himself another spoonful.

"Wang Defa! This is a million times better than what my grandmother makes. Grandma, are you watching? Were you too careless when you were cooking for me? Can you explain why others' cooking is so delicious when they are all Xima? I have been eating the Xima you make for almost eight years, and now you tell me that Xima can be so delicious."

Jackson quickly finished the plate of Sima.

"Brothers, this Sima is so delicious. I swear, I have never eaten such delicious food in my life. This Sima makes me fall in love with Sima again. You know, I have been eating Sima made by my grandmother for eight years, and I am almost sick of it. If it weren't for recording the video today, I would not eat this stuff!"

The waiter brought a few more dishes and even introduced Jackson to the cultural knowledge of food in the local Gambian dialect.

"Guys, am I seeing this right? A white person is introducing the culture of Gambian cuisine to black people. This is really weird."

Jackson tried a few other dishes.

"Wang Defa! Is this still the Gambian food I ate as a child? Why is it so different from the shit I ate as a child! If I could eat this as a child, I wouldn't be picky about food at all."

"Brothers, you can't imagine how delicious this is through the screen. I can say that the Gambian dishes I ate today all got full marks. Do you think this is the end? Hahaha, not only Gambian dishes are sold here, but also French, Italian, American, etc. As long as it is a country on the map, they have dishes here."

Jackson snapped his fingers. "Okay guys, I have an idea. If I get 500,000 likes this time, I will continue to shoot cuisines from other countries here. You know, eating a meal here is not cheap. These dishes cost me more than half a month's salary!"