impossible.

The most crucial steps in making his braised pig's trotters are marinating and preparing the braising liquid. He never delegates these steps to others; the recipe is known only to him, not even to his wife. The idea of ​​him stealing the recipe is completely unfounded.

How did Qiao Wanyue find out?

Could it be that her ancestors appeared to her in a dream?

He waited in line for almost an hour before finally sitting down, his calves trembling. Since he was already there, he decided to try Nanbeiju and see if it was as delicious as others had said. He ordered the restaurant's best-selling hot pot base and dishes.

After the dishes were cooked, he had originally intended to find fault, but when he tasted the first bit of sauce, he completely forgot his purpose for coming and started eating big mouthfuls until all the dishes on the table were gone.

It was almost closing time.

The Nanbeiju restaurant was still packed. Mr. Hu stood up and asked, "Where is your boss?"

The waiter pointed.

At this moment, Qiao Wanyue was carrying a small bag and preparing to leave.

"Wanyue, wait a moment." He quickly chased after her.

Qiao Wanyue paused, turned around and looked at him with a smile, "How was the meal, Mr. Hu?"

As the saying goes, you can't hit someone who's smiling.

Mr. Hu smiled awkwardly, "It's delicious, Wanyue. Look, could you leave me a way out? I know you're capable, but I have elderly parents and young children to support. Please have pity on me and leave me a way to live."

Qiao Wanyue blinked. "Where did you get that idea, Mr. Hu? I run my shop, and you run yours. Everyone knows that Mr. Hu's Laoyouji is famous throughout the capital. In less than a year since it opened, it has squeezed out several other shops. You, Mr. Hu, are the only one who dominates the entire street. You run a braised meat shop, and I run a hot pot shop. We have nothing in common. Mr. Hu, instead of wasting your time, you should go back and work on your menu."

"Hey girl, hey girl, wait a minute." He grabbed Qiao Wanyue's wrist.

Men are naturally stronger than women. Qiao Wanyue always had her sleeves rolled up for convenience when serving dishes, and his hand gripped her wrist tightly, leaving a red mark on her fair wrist.

Qiao Wanyue's eyes darkened.

Mr. Hu realized he had hurt her and quickly let go.

"Girl, I promise I won't do it again, but can't you just..."

"No." Her eyes were filled with frost.

Qiao Wanyue sneered, "I've been in Beijing for less than half a month, and thanks to everyone's support, the opening of Nanbeiju has been a huge success. I've managed to establish myself, but what did I do to offend Boss Hu that I have to suffer such a devastating disaster?"

“Girl, I…” Boss Hu was speechless.

He now deeply regrets his momentary jealousy, which has led to this outcome.

Qiao Wanyue smiled and said, "I can't accept the title of 'sister' from you, Mr. Hu. I am the owner of Nanbeiju Restaurant. Please call me 'Mr. Qiao' instead. As for your apology, I don't know what you did. Please enlighten me, Mr. Hu."

She suddenly raised her voice.

The standoff between the two attracted the attention of everyone in the store.

Mr. Hu's face suddenly turned red. Even without turning around, he knew that dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at him from behind.