“That’s right, we’ve been sitting here for half a day and haven’t even seen each other. Do you look down on us country folk?” another middle-aged man chimed in.

Old Bailian's name is Zhang Xiulian, a rather simple name, but she is quite anything but simple. She smiled and said nicely, "I'm busy right now. After I'm done with this, I'll take him home for a visit, and you can chat to your hearts' content."

Judging from her address, the guests at this table were her aunt's family; they were indeed relatives.

However, Ye Qingqing was a little confused and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say she had only been in the city for less than two months? How come she found a boyfriend so quickly?"

Tang Yuanyuan was even more confused. "I don't know. She works in the shop every day. Where is she going to find a boyfriend? And she told my dad that her husband died and that she came to the city to earn money to support her family. She fainted because she hadn't eaten for three days. It was so miserable that my dad cried a lot when he told her."

She added, "The man just died, she shouldn't be looking for a new lover so quickly, right?"

It should take at least half a year to recover!

Ye Qingqing sneered, "Didn't you hear what they were saying? She's already found someone, quite successful, too busy to even meet him. Humph, this woman is hooking up with one guy while also thinking of becoming your stepmother, quite the schemer!"

Tang Yuanyuan gritted her teeth in anger, "Shameless! I'll have my dad kick this old vixen out right now. She's been flirting with my dad every day, and I haven't even had a proper New Year. It's infuriating!"

Just then, a waiter came over with a tray full of dishes: braised lion's head meatballs, steamed sea bass, deep-fried crispy rolls, and West Lake vinegar fish. Just by looking at the color, aroma, and taste, you could tell it was Mr. Tang's cooking. Others always seem to fall short when they make it.

Zhang Xiulian immediately greeted them with a smile, intending to take the dishes to her aunt. Ye Qingqing, quick-witted and agile, intercepted the waiter's tray and winked at Tang Yuanyuan, "Take these to the real regulars."

Tang Yuanyuan understood immediately, took the dishes, and walked towards a table of guests by the window. Ye Qingqing had seen this table of guests several times before. They were regulars at Baiweiju Restaurant and seemed to be a sales manager from a nearby company. Whenever he brought clients to eat, he would come to Baiweiju Restaurant. They were regulars.

"Uncle Guan, you and your guests are lucky to have come today. My dad just made this. Please have a taste," Tang Yuanyuan said with a smile.

"Oh, what a perfect time! I haven't had your dad's cooking for almost half a month. Thanks!" A well-dressed middle-aged man beamed with joy. He was a true gourmand, having eaten at all kinds of restaurants in Pingjiang. But of all the restaurants he had tried, Baiweiju still suited his taste the best. He ate at Baiweiju almost 300 days a year.

"I should be thanking you, Uncle Guan, for patronizing my business. Please enjoy your meal!"

Tang Yuanyuan exchanged a few polite words, but she would rather give these dishes to her real regular customers than let that old fox show off.

Then another waiter brought out dishes, all of which were Baiweiju's signature dishes. It was obvious that Lao Bailian had ordered them. She wasn't a real regular customer and would never order these dishes. Ye Qingqing had intercepted all of these dishes, and Tang Yuanyuan had given them all to regular customers at other tables.

Zhang Xiulian's face turned ashen, and she said in a low voice with dissatisfaction, "Yuanyuan, why did you give away all my guests' dishes? My guests are still waiting!"

"Let Brother Wang and the others do it later, what's the rush? Also, don't call me by my name anymore. You're just an employee of my family, you haven't even passed your probation period yet, we don't know if you'll stay or not. You have to call me Miss Tang, or Manager Tang, or call my dad, Mr. Tang. Don't bring your hometown etiquette to my family's restaurant!"

Tang Yuanyuan raised her chin, looking arrogant, and her words were even more cutting.