"Nier, is this a restaurant?" Lin's mother saw that everyone who came out was holding a paper bag in their hands.

She had just smelled it from across the street.

"Eat." Lin Qingqing turned around and explained.

It is the time for salary payment at the beginning of the month. Many people line up at the door after work to pack up roast duck to take home and satisfy their family's cravings.

Song Yiyuan and Lin Qingqing took the lead into the shop and told the middle-aged clerk the number of people who would dine.

"Do you want a private room or a seat on the first floor? The private room will cost an extra dollar," asked the waiter.

Lin Qingqing glanced at the empty seats on the first floor and said, "A private seat will do."

"Okay," the clerk replied, pulling out a quilt from his arm and throwing it into the air. It made a loud bang, and then he sang in a Beijing accent, "Elegant seats—thirteen adults, eleven children."

Someone turned around when he heard the sound.

So many people come to Quanjude to eat roast duck? How much does it cost?

The people who were having dinner turned around and saw that the Lin family looked like outsiders, and realized that they were visiting Kyoto because they admired the city.

There were three young people sitting at a table by the window. There was half a roast duck on their table, which they had already finished.

One of the fair-skinned young men guessed, "Thirteen people should eat five roast ducks."

"Five? That's one hundred and twenty dollars. Do you think those people are willing to spend so much? In my opinion, for those outsiders who just want to taste the local food, three roast ducks, the soup and the duck bones are enough." The young man opposite him had a different opinion.

The third tall and thin young man pointed at the roast duck on the table and said, "Let's bet on this one from the sky. Do you dare to bet on it?"

"Why not? I'll bet two." The fair-skinned young man raised two fingers and said.

The tall and thin young man quickly added: "I have three."

The young man opposite the fair-skinned young man was a step late. He reluctantly said, "Four."

The three of them made the bet and turned around to look intently at Lin Qingqing and her group.

More than a dozen people had already sat down, and the children were sandwiched between the adults, with the younger children held in the adults' arms.

The waiter came over with a large teapot, filled the cups with water and took orders.

Lin Qingqing looked at Song Yiyuan and said, "We have nine roast ducks. Can we use the duck bones for soup or to eat them dry?"

Song Yiyuan nodded. Knowing that Lin Qingqing loved roast duck, he added, "Let's add three more, since there are so many people."

"Okay." Lin Qingqing responded. The waiter listened to what the two said and already knew how many roast ducks this table had ordered.

He concluded: "You want twelve roast ducks, sliced and served with the duck racks, right?"

Lin Qingqing smiled and nodded to the waiter.

The runner came with a large teapot, shouting, "Twelve roast ducks, two ways to eat the duck bones."

Hearing the sound, the people in the lobby on the first floor turned around and looked at Lin Qingqing's table.

Twelve roast ducks only cost three hundred yuan, I really can't afford it.

The young man at the table by the window was dumbfounded.

Three hundred yuan is a worker's annual salary. How could someone be so willing to spend that much?

Lin Baojun sensed something was wrong and asked Lin Qingqing, "Little sister, does this restaurant only serve duck? Duck isn't as tasty as chicken and doesn't have much meat."

Lin Daqing nodded in approval.

Mother Lin: "Ni'er, you won't be full just by eating roast duck. Can't you have some steamed buns and rice?"

She saw that at some tables, three people were sharing only one roast duck, and the duck was sliced into small pieces, not even enough to fill their teeth.

People in Kyoto are really exquisite in their eating habits.

Lin Qingqing smiled and said, "This is a specialty of Kyoto. You must try it when you come here. This restaurant specializes in roast duck. There will be soup to go with it later to fill you up."

"How much is one roast duck? You ordered twelve. Isn't that too much?" Lin's mother asked, looking around.

Lin Qingqing glanced at Song Yiyuan and said truthfully, "Twenty-five each."

"What?" Lin's mother stood up suddenly.

Lin Zhiqing confirmed in surprise: "Two-twenty-five dollars?"