The lively atmosphere continued until after seven o'clock. Every single spicy crawfish had been sold, not one left. On the tables, the customers had sucked the crawfish shells clean. These crawfish could be said to have died a worthy death. Once Jiang Feng had some free time, he sat down at the entrance.
A few girls hadn't left yet; they were sitting at a table, occasionally glancing over at him with a laugh. As the saying goes, "the world is a giant beauty contest." Meaning, if you're good-looking, you often get preferential treatment. Of course, having both good looks and ability is like hitting the jackpot, but sometimes, good looks alone can have the opposite effect.
Jiang Feng's culinary skills were excellent, he was clean and tidy, and he was popular, so it was normal for him to have some female fans. However, Jiang Feng felt somewhat awkward about it. He wanted to cook, not to be part of some 'fan club' phenomenon. Appreciating the cooking should be enough.
