Before Xie Chenmin could figure out what exactly he had missed, a hailing call sounded and the bald boss began serving dishes.
The sizzling fat on the skewers of meat piled up like a small mountain.
Plate by plate of iron dishes were brought to each table.
The lamb was tender, the beef fragrant.
Chewing on the tendons almost made one want to swallow their tongue with it.
Pair it with that authentic German dark beer that didn't have even a hint of astringency.
One gulp was better than living like a deity, just too delightful to stop.
"How is it, Xiao Xie, if you are invited to Lincheng Grand Hotel for a 5-star Michelin feast now, would you go?"
Shi Linfeng, who wasn't much older than Xie Chenmin but was already a seasoned racer in the Wonderful racing team, raised his glass and asked.
"Nope."
Xie Chenmin, nibbling on a skewer of meat and then a bite of green beans, was eating to his heart's content, "This is way better than a 5-star Michelin meal."
