"How about we order a Yin Yang hotpot for our table? For good luck," Zhou Cuilan suggested, seeing how tense everyone was.
Of all the people present, Lin Jiajun was the most nervous.
"I'm going out for a smoke."
Jiang Anmin, who was standing at the door, suddenly announced, "Customers are here."
The others scrambled to look like regular patrons, some pretending to study the menu, others continuing their conversations.
A family of four came in: a man, a woman, and their two children. The older child was about five and the younger was around three.
"Wow, this place is decorated so nicely," the woman said. "It looks clean and sanitary."
The man nodded. "I just wonder how it tastes. I've eaten here before, and it wasn't good at all."
Lin Jiajun came over to greet them. "We're under new ownership now, and we've adjusted the flavors. We definitely won't disappoint you."
