"Madam, wait a minute. That woman might be talking about food from a street vendor. It smells good, but it doesn't taste very good."
"Or perhaps other vendors set up stalls in front of the restaurant, and everyone has misunderstood. Juxian Pavilion would never sell things so cheaply."
The maid had accompanied the lady to the Juxian Pavilion Restaurant and knew the prices of the dishes there.
Madam Wu ignored the maid's words and walked straight ahead after leaving the shop.
Without turning her head, she said, "Juxian Pavilion is not far ahead. The aroma is so tempting. Let's go and see what's going on."
The slave girl had no choice but to follow.
Despite her noble status, my wife is unconventional and always tries out any delicious food she hears about in the capital.
The two walked through the crowd and occasionally saw people eating meat skewers as they walked.
Madam Wu was a seasoned foodie, and she could tell from the expressions on those people's faces just how delicious the grilled meat skewers must be.
We hadn't walked far when we reached the end of the queue.
Looking at the huge crowd ahead, the maid said, "Madam, let's come another day. Look, there are more than a hundred people in line. We don't know when it will be our turn."
Just then, someone in front complained, "Oh no! I'm still a step too late. Before, each person could buy ten skewers, but now each person can only buy five."
The long queue was visibly moving forward.
The maid pointed to a teahouse on the street, "Madam, please wait at the teahouse. I'll buy some grilled meat skewers and come find you there."
Madam Wu glanced ahead and suddenly a familiar figure came into view.
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