This was the first time they had ever seen so many delicious dishes on one table at the same time, and they would be able to taste each dish later.

A glint flashed in their eyes.

Jiang Wanwan stared in shock at the large table of dishes, and said in surprise, "Uncle Laifu, this is too much food! Is there something good happening?"

Zhang Laifu was taken aback for a moment, then quickly replied, "There's good news. Isn't the good news that we'll be working together?"

"Come, let me offer you all a toast with tea instead of wine, wishing you all a smooth and successful cooperation in the future, and that we may make a fortune together!" Zhang Laifu stood up, raised his teacup, and said with great enthusiasm.

Seeing this, Jiang Wanwan and the other two also stood up, raised their teacups, and Jiang Wanwan said with a big smile, "Cheers! Let's all make a fortune!"

"Make a fortune!" Jiang Xun and his second uncle cheered.

After the four of them drank a cup of tea, Zhang Laifu greeted Jiang Wanwan and the other two, "Niece, Brother Jiang, Jiang Xun, please sit down. You must be hungry too, come and eat."

Jiang Wanwan picked up the chopsticks beside her. "Then I won't stand on ceremony with Uncle Laifu."

After saying that, Jiang Wanwan picked up a piece of crispy duck.

This crispy, golden-brown dish is much more appealing than yesterday's sweet and sour pork ribs.

She glanced at it, then slowly brought the crispy duck to her mouth, took an elegant bite, and chewed slowly.

Zhang Laifu held his breath, looking at Jiang Wanwan with a nervous expression. "Niece, how is this crispy duck? Does it suit your taste?"

He hoped Jiang Wanwan could point out the shortcomings so he could improve them. If possible, it would be even better if she could suggest ways to improve them, like the sweet and sour pork ribs from yesterday.

After receiving guidance from Jiang Wanwan, the restaurant's sweet and sour pork ribs attracted a small group of customers last night with this improved version.

However, because only the sweet and sour pork ribs were praised by the customers, and the other dishes were not popular, there were far fewer customers this morning.

The improvement in business was only temporary.

Zhang Laifu had no other choice but to come up with this solution.

Under the guise of inviting Jiang Wanwan to dinner, he served all ten of his restaurant's signature dishes, hoping she would comment on them so that Li Fugui could make improvements and attract more customers.

There was nothing that could be done; business at the restaurant had plummeted, and it could only survive for another month at most.

Jiang Wanwan chewed the food in her mouth and swallowed it before slowly saying, "Delicious! So delicious."

It doesn't taste good at all.

The duck I chose wasn't good; it was too old, and the meat was a bit tough. Also, it wasn't steamed long enough, so the meat was a bit dry. And the seasoning was just a thin layer of salt; it wasn't fragrant enough, nor was it particularly impressive.

Of course, these are things that cannot be said.

Once she revealed it, her future plans would be impossible to carry out.

Zhang Laifu was stunned. Delicious?

If it's really delicious, why don't customers like it?

Undeterred, Zhang Laifu tentatively asked, "Niece, is this crispy duck really delicious? Is there anything that needs improvement?"

Jiang Wanwan's eyes widened in confusion. "No, I think it's delicious and suits my taste perfectly. The meat is firm and chewy, and it's sprinkled with a thin layer of salt, which preserves the duck's original flavor."

Zhang Laifu was starting to question the meaning of life.

If it's really as delicious as my niece said, why don't the guests like to eat it?