Cat Who Cooks

In a remote oriental country, there is a small and odd restaurant that has refused the three-star rating by the Michelin Guide several times. 
“The price is fairly expensive over there, 288RMB for a set meal of Egg Fried Rice and a bowl of soup. Ah, and an extra small plate of pickled vegetables as well. Even so, there are still a long line of people queuing up and waiting for a taste. Reservations are not accepted there, only waiting and queuing personally is allowed. 
“Numerous people fly there on their private planes just to queue up. Furthermore, parking bays and parking spots are not provided there. The service is terrible here. Customers have to clear the tableware themselves and wipe the table as well. For god’s sake, the boss is literally crazy.” 
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Gourmet Food Supplier

Wu Hai turned to look at Ling Hong and said unhappily, "Hey, rich guy over there, why aren't you saying anything." Every time Wu Hai berated Ling Hong, he would call him rich guy.

Ling Hong rolled his eyes and said, "Didn't I said that I already had my Chinese New Year's Eve dinner and am only here to take a look?"

To be precise, Ling Hong's family would have their Chinese New Year's Eve dinner earlier. Since they were a big family, after the dinner, they would have a little gathering, chatting about everything.

As for Ling Hong, after the dinner, he felt somewhat empty. Therefore, he instinctively headed towards Yuan Zhou's restaurant.

"Only sages can talk about work during a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. A rich second generation like me who is good for nothing can't get used to that," Ling Hong concluded.

"Only dumb f*cks will talk about work during the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner." It was rare for Wu Hai to cuss.

The Meal Is on Me