"Wanyue, I've come to apologize." Boss Hu's voice had already echoed throughout the restaurant even before he arrived.

It was lunchtime, and the restaurant was almost full. Outside, it was below zero, but people were still queuing. With his loud voice, almost everyone could hear him, Mr. Hu, coming to apologize.

Qiao Wanyue stood on the second floor observing the entire store. When she was too busy, she would take the initiative to serve dishes and chat with customers. She was often in the store, and regular customers had become familiar with her.

“Girl, this family doesn’t seem to be here to apologize,” a woman who often ate at the restaurant said to Qiao Wanyue, frowning as she listened to Boss Hu’s booming voice.

Qiao Wanyue smiled and poured her a glass of juice. "Sister, you eat first, don't worry about him."

Seeing her confident demeanor, the older sister felt relieved. This girl may look young, but she is shrewd and calculating. She doesn't provoke trouble, but she's not afraid of it either. Boss Hu has probably met his match this time.

Boss Hu followed Huya in and saw that the store was packed with people. Looking at his own store, he realized that it had been squeezed out by Nanbeiju these past few days and there were hardly any customers. Even his old customers had stopped coming.

At first, he didn't take Nanbeiju seriously. Even if he imitated his secret recipe, it would be impossible to make the exact same thing. But as his regular customers dwindled, he started to panic. Yesterday, he waited until a familiar customer came out of Nanbeiju with his mouth full of grease. He then questioned the customer about why he didn't go to his old friend's restaurant but chose Nanbeiju instead.

The regular customer immediately exploded, pointing his finger at him and accusing him of being a black-hearted man. He said that not only were the materials not fresh, but the prices were also several dollars higher than other places. He might be rich, but he wasn't stupid.

He immediately demanded that Boss Hu return the money.

Mr. Hu was so angry he laughed. The two had a good personal relationship. Although the beef, mutton and pork used in his restaurant were not freshly slaughtered, they were definitely within seven days. Who else could use cleaner food than him?

The man laughed when he heard this, and pointed to Nanbeiju, saying that the owner of that restaurant buys fresh beef and mutton and slaughters it in the kitchen. The taste is excellent. He often eats meat and can tell it's fresh just by tasting it.

Once you've had good food, who would want to eat bad food?

Old Friends is twice as expensive as North and South Residence.

Only then did Boss Hu realize that Qiao Wanyue was trying to ruin his shop.

This apology must be given in person.

"Sister Wanyue."

Qiao Wanyue blocked the stairwell, "Tiger Tooth, who is this?"

Mr. Hu's smile froze on his face.

She'd been targeting him for days, yet she didn't even know who he was!

This is more painful than slapping him in the face.

Huya remained expressionless. "The owner of the restaurant across the street, Mr. Hu, said he came to apologize to you. I told him you had something to do, but he said he didn't have time and could come over for a meal and we could talk slowly."

Qiao Wanyue said, "If you want to eat, then let's go outside and queue up. As for..." She narrowed her eyes, "As for apologizing, where does that come from? I don't even know you, Mr. Hu, what is there to apologize for?"

"Since we're in the same business, let's serve him the best dishes in our restaurant. Now that Boss Hu is here, let's not treat him badly, but we can't break our restaurant's rules. Let's cut him a plate of braised pig's trotters to fill his stomach first, and give him a number to wait in line."

Huya made a gesture of invitation.

Before Boss Hu could say anything more, Qiao Wanyue had already gone upstairs. He wanted to follow, but Huya stood in front of him like a wall. He took a step forward, and Huya took a step back; he moved to the left, and Huya moved to the left.

He was about to lose his temper, but when he saw Huya's fake smile, he suppressed all his anger.

Mr. Hu was eating the braised pig's trotters when tears welled up in his eyes. This was exactly his recipe. He began to have doubts. Had his secret recipe been stolen? Was there a traitor in his shop?