Liu Hui gave Chen Liang a deep look but didn't press him to order any other dishes.
With Mo Qi's skill, the fear wasn't a lack of repeat customers, but that no one would be willing to try it in the first place.
Once you've had it, you're guaranteed to want it a second time. That flavor was unforgettable.
A single serving of Purple Bamboo Golden Fragrant Rice would be enough to conquer Chen Liang's stomach and heart. Despite the pained look on his face now, Liu Hui was certain that in the future, Chen Liang wouldn't leave even if you tried to chase him away.
While waiting for his food, Chen Liang's face was a mask of bitterness.
That was one hundred contribution points! It was several months' worth of his Cultivation expenses.
Every time he thought about it, he wanted to slap himself. He was sick with regret.
Just then, a voice called out from outside the restaurant.
"Mo Qi, come out and fight!"
