Aren’t you foreigners not used to Chinese food?

With these doubts in mind, Fang Yuan knocked on the door of Villa No. 17.

The foreigners queuing nearby were all stunned. They pointed at Fang Yuan and said, "Hey, are you trying to cut in line?"

Before Fang Yuan had time to explain, the door of the villa opened and the person who came out was Guan Yingying.

Guan Yingying saw Fang Yuan and immediately exclaimed, "Yuan, why are you here?"

Fang Yuan was about to speak when Guan Yingying pulled him in.

The foreigner outside guessed that Fang Yuan was from the store as soon as he saw him.

"Yuan, our trial operation doesn't start until 8 o'clock. It's only a little after 7 o'clock now. Why are you here?"

Guan Yingying's happiness could be clearly seen from her face.

Fang Yuan thought, if I hadn't come here, I'm afraid you would have already made all the money.

"Why are there so many people outside? And they are all foreigners." Fang Yuan asked.

Guan Yingying explained with a smile: "You don't know, yesterday when we were tasting the dishes, a foreigner group leader came. After she tasted our dishes, she said she wanted to help us promote them. I didn't expect her promotion to be so good!"

The more Fang Yuan listened, the colder his heart became.

Why doesn't the group leader just behave properly and instead comes here to harm me?

"That's not right. How can they get used to eating our restaurant's food? They are all foreigners!"

Fang Yuan seemed to have grasped the blind spot.

"Yeah, that's right, isn't it you who said that, Yuan? Let's open a Western restaurant that specializes in serving foreigners."

Guan Yingying's confident tone made Fang Yuan suspicious.

Did I really say that?