Arriving at the restaurant cluster, he first checked the smaller establishments where he could see everything at a glance. Based on Yuan Jie's description, he focused specifically on middle-aged women around 40 years old, searching for those with facial features highly similar to Sun Xiaohao's.

Unfortunately, after a long walk, he found nothing. When it was time for dinner, Sun Aimin walked into a relatively large restaurant and found an empty seat.

When the waiter saw a new customer coming into the store, he quickly brought the menu and waited for Sun Aimin to order.

Sun Aimin was not in the mood to eat, so he ordered a bowl of hand-rolled noodles in clear soup without even looking at the menu.

After the waiter brought the noodles to the table, he didn't rush to eat, but quietly observed the staff in the store.

The cashier at the front desk was a plump woman in her fifties, speaking in a gruff voice, a bit like a boss lady. There were two waitresses, both in their twenties.

The rest are the kitchen staff. However, the door leading to the kitchen is blocked by two curtains, making it difficult to see what's going on inside. How can I get into the kitchen and take a look?

Yuan Jie said that the restaurant run by Zhan Jinhua and Qian Jindou was likely a staging post, a cover for their shady businesses. Hearing Yuan Jie describe the level of internet development twenty years later was truly eye-opening for Sun Aimin.

At the time, many netizens were conducting in-depth analyses of various news events, both large and small, and were keen to offer suggestions for solving various cases. One netizen speculated that the restaurant where Zhan Jinhua and her friends lived must have a backdoor.

The train station was bustling with people, and many parents searching for their children had their children abducted by traffickers near the station. So how were the children transported so quickly? Someone must have been there to pick them up.

So, he wanted to find out more about the restaurant's structure. Looking at the bowl of noodles in front of him, Sun Aimin suddenly had an idea.

He tasted the noodles and found them salty but not fragrant. Moreover, the noodles were uneven in thickness and not chewy enough. If they were cooked a little longer or soaked in the bowl for a while, they would break easily, making it inconvenient to pick them up with chopsticks.

Moreover, judging from the appearance of this bowl of noodles, it is not very beautiful. Picky diners will lose their appetite after seeing such noodles.

He called the waiter over and asked, "Waiter, is your boss here?"

When the waiter heard this, he had a bad feeling and thought: Could this person be here to cause trouble?

Train stations have a high turnover rate, and you'll encounter all kinds of customers. It's not uncommon for people to find fault with a bowl of noodles or a plate of fried rice. But who would be willing to mess with a restaurant outside a train station?

So the waiter wasn't afraid of him and asked in a cold voice, "Just tell me if you have anything to say. The boss is very busy and doesn't have time to waste here."

Sun Aimin wasn't annoyed by the waiter's attitude. He continued calmly, "It's not a big deal. To be honest, I'm a cook too. Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to cause trouble. I just want to give your chef some advice."

When the waiter heard Sun Aimin say this, he snorted disdainfully and said, "Our restaurant has been here for over ten years. Chef Wang has been here since the opening. If he wasn't doing a good job, the boss would have replaced him long ago. I advise you to just give up. Chef Wang has a bad temper!"

Sun Aimin wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, he heard a customer shout, "Waiter, take your order!"

"Hey, here I am!" The waiter responded and ignored Sun Aimin and went back to his work.

After a while, another customer shouted: "Waiter, why are our dishes not ready yet? Can you please make them right? If they are not good enough, we don't want them!"

"Hey, I'll go and urge the kitchen right away!" It was already the peak dining time, and the two waiters were extremely busy, running errands between the hall and the kitchen. From time to time, there were anxious customers waiting there to urge them.

When the waiter came out of the kitchen and walked to the cashier, he whispered a few words to the boss lady. The boss lady cursed: "What a lazy donkey! Go and hurry up Lao Wang and make him hurry up!"

The waitress was in a dilemma. She wanted to refuse, but she was afraid of the boss lady's wrath. She also didn't dare offend the hot-tempered Chef Wang. Besides, it was a bit unacceptable for her, an unmarried woman, to go to the men's restroom to look for someone. The thought of it made her feel ashamed.

I don't know what happened to Chef Wang today. He had never gone to the toilet during mealtime before. But he just said that he might have an upset stomach, and he hurried out through the back door and into the public toilet.

Sun Aimin looked at the waiter's face, which had turned the color of liver, and thought that something difficult to solve might have happened, so he called out to the waiter: "Waiter, is there anything I can help you with?"

The waitress waved her hands absentmindedly. She couldn't possibly say in front of so many diners in the hall that the chef had gone to take a shit, could she?

Suddenly, she thought of something, stared at Sun Aimin for a few seconds, and asked in a low voice: "You said you are a chef, right?"

Sun Aimin nodded and said, "Yes, I am a chef!"

The waiter said mysteriously, "Come with me to the kitchen to help. Don't make any noise!"

This was truly like someone offering a pillow when you're sleepy. Sun Aimin immediately stood up from his seat, put on his small bag, and followed the waiter.

After arriving at the kitchen, Sun Aimin first carefully observed the structure of the kitchen. There was a door at the top, and he didn't know whether there was a warehouse behind the door or it led to the outside.

The waiter took out the customer's menu, showed it to Sun Aimin, and asked, "Look at these dishes. Do you know how to cook them?"

Sun Aimin took a quick glance and saw things like roasted eggplant, braised pork slices, meatballs, etc. These home-cooked dishes were too easy for him. It was no exaggeration to say that the cooking skills he had learned before he was ten years old could support a restaurant like this.

He looked at the location of the side dishes and various seasonings, and immediately got down to work. His smooth and fluid operations almost stunned the kitchen assistant who was in charge of cutting the side dishes.

Moreover, Sun Aimin not only serves the food quickly, but the color and presentation also look very beautiful. Just looking at it makes you drool.

The customers in the hall who were getting impatient waiting for their meals and clamoring to return their dishes, when they looked at the dishes that were served and took a bite, felt that it was worth waiting a little longer.

About half an hour later, Chef Wang came back from the back door of the kitchen. Sun Aimin started cooking on two stoves at the same time and had already prepared six or seven dishes.

Chef Wang was bewildered by the scene before him. What was going on? He had only gone out to squat in the toilet, and he was about to lose his job.

He recently told his boss about his heavy workload and a request for a raise, but he hasn't responded yet. He's leaning on his skills, and he's pretty sure his boss and his wife wouldn't dare fire him, so he's had to compromise. But the current situation doesn't seem right.

He suddenly became furious and snatched the large wok from Sun Aimin's hand, angrily saying, "Who are you? Do you know where this is? Do you think just any Tom, Dick or Harry can eat this?"