Zhang Chunhe originally planned to have lunch, but he waited in line for four hours until dinner time.
The first impression when entering the door is cleanliness. This restaurant is so clean, there is no greasiness at all.
The last time I came here, I only looked at the kitchen and didn’t pay much attention to the front.
He stretched out a finger and rubbed it on the table; it was still clean.
The hygiene standards make people feel comfortable.
After sitting for a while, the boss An Jingzhi came out in person.
The other party held a rubber-like ring in his hand and said, "Please wear it."
"What is this?" Zhang Chunhe took it and looked at the ring.
"This is the rule. Everyone who comes here to eat must wear this ring," An Jingzhi said gently, and took out a tablet and placed it in front of the other person.
“Every new guest needs to fill out a form.”
Zhang Chunhe looked around calmly and found that everyone who was eating had a ring on their hand.
There were a few other guests like him who came in later and were also assigned a tablet by An Jingzhi.
Zhang Chunhe looked at the title on the tablet, except for his personal name.
The questions are all about personal taste and preference.
For example, do you like sweet or spicy food? What is the dish you miss the most?
Only the last question is a little strange:
Who do you miss the most?
He filled in the questions one by one according to his preferences. When he got to the last question, he asked, "What does this have to do with my eating?"
"Trade secret." An Jingzhi smiled and took away all the filled-in tablets.
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