However, when they arrived at the entrance of what was said to be the most luxurious restaurant on the street, Ye Jiman frowned considerably:
"Damn, this run-down place is supposed to be the most luxurious?"
It wasn't actually dilapidated; it was just a two-story building. The first floor was used as an open restaurant, and the second floor had private rooms for dining and tea.
The walls were painted white and the floor was covered with cement, which was very smooth.
Under current conditions, this restaurant is undoubtedly the most luxurious on the entire street.
But Master Ye didn't think so. How could they call themselves the most luxurious when there weren't even tiles laid on the floor?
My stomach is growling loudly right now, so I'm not going out to look for food anymore.
Ye Jiman walked in carrying his bag, his face sullen, leaving the restaurant staff somewhat at a loss.
"Sir, would you like to have a meal?"
"Otherwise what?"
Um... the other person is speechless.
Ye Jiman asked impatiently again, "Are there any private rooms available?"
"I'm sorry, sir, that's all. If you're dining alone, you might as well stay in the main hall; the seats there are quite nice."
Standing by the window, you can see everything outside.
Ye Jiman was very impatient:
"Okay, that's the place. What's your signboard here?"
The waiter, holding the order slip, fluently explained the menu:
"Sir, our signature dishes include: Salt-baked chicken, Steamed cured pork ribs, Bear paw tofu, Braised Sichuan-style pork intestines with Laba garlic, Kung Pao chicken, meat patties..."
Ye Jiman couldn't stand this long string of words anymore: "Signature dish, three meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and one soup. You decide."
The waiter had never encountered a customer like this before. He nodded blankly, took the menu, and left.
Dissatisfied with the restaurant's exterior decor, Ye Ji's expression finally improved considerably, as the food was served quite quickly.
"Bring some rice," I called to the waiter.
"Would you like some wine, sir?"
"No need, I have other things to do. I'm going to get my food."
He was still quite sensible and knew he wouldn't drink if he needed to get things done.
Perhaps because she had something to eat and wasn't so hungry, Ye Jiman's complexion improved. When the waiter brought the last dish, Ye Jiman began to inquire:
"Little sister, do you know Ye Family Village?"
"Ye Family Village? Which Ye Family Village?"
Ye Jiman immediately had an expression that said, "I knew it!" Ye Family Village was too common; there was definitely more than one.
"How many Ye Family Villages do you know in total?"
"Two, but the two Ye Family Villages are in different communes, one in July 1st Commune and the other in Liangshui Commune. Are you looking for someone, sir?"
"Um."
"Then sir, why don't you think about what other iconic things there are, so that we can help you?"
Ye Jiman frowned, realizing that if he knew the answer, he wouldn't be asking others. However, the person meant well, so Ye Jiman nodded.
"Go ahead and do your thing."
"Yes, sir, please enjoy your meal."
Ye Jiman ate his meal with a sense of boredom. It's troublesome to find a person, and now it's troublesome to find a village. It's really enough!
After taking a few bites, Ye Jiman lost interest in eating any more, sighed heavily, picked up her bag, and went to the counter.
"Check, please!" he shouted.
His fierce and menacing appearance stunned the shop's staff.
"Okay, sir, that'll be sixty-seven dollars and eighty cents in total."
Ye Jiman gave him one hundred yuan directly:
"Keep the change, keep it as a tip."
In the capital, Master Ye had never eaten a meal that cost less than one hundred yuan.
This is so cheap!
He walked out of the restaurant with a dark expression and finally found a motorcycle with passengers.
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