Jiang Wanwan, Jiang Xun, and Jiang Erbo buried themselves in their food.

Jiang Xun and his second uncle had never eaten anything good before, so they ate with great joy. They thought every dish was delicious and wonderful.

Zhang Laifu barely touched his chopsticks, his eyes fixed on Jiang Wanwan, hoping she would say something useful.

Every time Jiang Wanwan tasted a dish, Zhang Laifu would watch her with a nervous yet expectant expression. He was worried that his expression was too unusual and that Jiang Wanwan would notice something was wrong, so he would steal glances at her from time to time, like a thief, thinking that his behavior was not being noticed by Jiang Wanwan.

After tasting ten dishes in a row, Jiang Wanwan had a good idea of ​​what each dish on the table was like.

The food at Laifu Restaurant was indeed not good.

It's either too salty, too bland, too oily, or tasteless. It might be undercooked or overcooked. Also, the original flavor of the food isn't well brought out.

For those who have never eaten well, the food at Laifu Restaurant is indeed quite decent. Unfortunately, those who have never eaten well are mostly poor people; where would they get the spare money to eat at a restaurant?

Laifu Restaurant's target audience was the townspeople. Families who could afford to eat at such a restaurant were generally well-off and had naturally tasted good food. Therefore, these people naturally found Laifu Restaurant's food unpalatable and wouldn't patronize it.

However, Jiang Wanwan didn't mention a word to Zhang Laifu; she just kept praising every dish on the table.

Zhang Laifu was so impressed with the food that he believed there was nothing wrong with the food in his restaurant; the problem was with the customers' palates!

Uncle Jiang and Jiang Xun ate until their bellies were round. Although Jiang Wanwan didn't think the dishes were very tasty, she was someone who had eaten bran and chaff before, so she didn't mind eating them at all.

After finishing their meal, Jiang Wanwan and her second uncle put down their chopsticks.

At this moment, Zhang Laifu's thoughts had already drifted far away. He frowned for a while, then relaxed his brow, and ate his meal in a half-hearted manner.

Jiang Wanwan chuckled inwardly, quickly composed herself, and then bid farewell to Zhang Laifu. "Uncle Laifu, my second uncle, brother, and I have finished eating. It's getting late, and the town is far from our home, so we should head home."

Zhang Laifu instantly woke up, "Oh, oh! Okay, okay."

He quickly stood up, and seeing that there was still a lot of food left on the table, he said, "Niece, you should take this food home and eat it. It's a waste to leave it here; it'll just end up being thrown away later."

Jiang Xun and Uncle Jiang were very excited. The shopkeeper was such a good person!

This time, Jiang Wanwan did not refuse. She thanked Zhang Laifu with gratitude, saying, "Uncle Laifu, since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony."

"Hehe, no need to be polite." After saying that, Zhang Laifu walked out, opening the door of the private room as he spoke. "Dakang, take a food box and pack up these dishes for Wanwan to take back."

The waiter, Zhang Dakang, never left. He and Li Fugui were eavesdropping on the conversation inside the private room, hoping to get suggestions from Jiang Wanwan on how to improve the dishes.

The door to the private room was suddenly opened from the inside by Zhang Laifu, and Zhang Dakang and Li Fugui, caught off guard, fell flat on their faces.

"Hehe, good morning, Miss Wan. We've come to pack your food." The two said in unison.

Uncle Jiang and Jiang Xun nodded, "So that's how it is."

Jiang Wanwan replied with a half-smile, "Oh."

They then awkwardly got up from the ground, and the waiter hurriedly ran outside, saying, "I'll go get the food box."

A short while later, he returned carrying a large food box and several sheets of oil paper specifically for packaging.

The waiter and Li Fugui quickly helped pack the food, and it was ready in no time.

Zhang Laifu, the waiter, and Li Fugui escorted Jiang Wanwan and her two companions to the door. The three of them then boarded the oxcart carrying food boxes and oil paper packages.

"Uncle Laifu, Brother Xiao Er, Uncle Li, we're heading back now," Jiang Wanwan said, waving her hand.

Zhang Laifu and the other two waved back, looking at her eagerly, "Wanwan, if you suddenly have any new ideas about these dishes, be sure to tell Uncle!"