At dusk, the kitchen staff at Dongfeng Restaurant in Shibao Town was bustling with activity because their boss was about to meet with someone who could save their business.
Today, Li Fuyou was full of vigor, no longer showing any signs of previous disheartenment. Success or failure would be determined tonight.
He had made all the preparations, and was determined to bring that person over to his side.
"Amo, is the kitchen ready?"
"Young master, everything is ready. Don't worry, we are just waiting for the guest to arrive."
While the two were waiting in the private room, Xiao'er suddenly ran in, flustered, "Young master, young master."
"What's the matter?" Li Fuyou's brow furrowed. If Dongfeng Restaurant was to turn things around, everyone would need to be retrained. How could they treat guests so nervously?
"Young master, it's—it's…" Xiao'er continued to stutter without getting the words out.
"Spit it out."
