"Mr. Xia Liang, how about this shop?"
Lu Rui'an arrived at the entrance of the small shop and smiled at Xia Liang.
At this moment, the shop was very quiet, with only one or two people inside.
Xia Liang also looked at the shop, and it was indeed a bit quiet because it's a restaurant that sells soup dumplings and it's also a century-old establishment.
The quietness was because the restaurant had already sold out of soup dumplings for the day.
"Mr. Lu Rui'an, I think you'd better choose another place, this shop..."
Xia Liang was about to explain, but Lu Rui'an interrupted him.
"No need, this shop is fine."
After saying this, Lu Rui'an strode inside.
He naturally wouldn't listen to Xia Liang's advice. In his view, Xia Liang was guilty, knowing the shop didn't taste good, and therefore didn't want him to go in.
"I told you so, how could the food on one street all be delicious? This shop is so quiet, surely the locals know the taste isn't good so they don't come."
