"No." Ethan Hayes didn't even think before directly rejecting Vivian York, saying, "If there's no queue, it can't taste good. I don't want to eat there."
"Uh..." Vivian pulled at the corner of her mouth, showing a helpless expression, "Then you decide."
Ethan lifted his head, glanced around, then asked Vivian, "How about barbecue, do you eat it?"
"Sure." Vivian followed his gaze and looked at the barbecue shop ahead. Seeing the long queue at the entrance, she couldn't help hesitating and asked, "Are you sure about that one? There's a lot of people queued up."
"A long queue means this place is good." Ethan directly stepped forward toward the shop, saying, "Let's go, this one."
Alright, boss, we'll listen to you, boss.
Vivian sighed lightly and silently followed after Ethan.
There were still twelve tables ahead of them. Looking at the queue number in her hand, Vivian smelled the aroma from the barbecue shop and felt her stomach growling even louder.
