I Have an Ancestral Restaurant

A small restaurant that no one cares about suddenly swarmed with a large number of people and became completely dark. "What the hell, what time is it? Why aren't you opening the door yet?" A middle-aged man said anxiously. "Isn't it true that the boss is off again today?" The beautifully dressed urban beauty asked from the side. "No, today is not Sunday, please wait a moment." A gentle young man wearing glasses and a bookish temperament comforted everyone. Jiang Qing, a food blogger passing by, asked curiously, "What's special about this restaurant? Why are there so many people here?" "Oh... You don't know, the egg fried rice made by the boss is super delicious" "Egg fried rice? What's so weird?" "Fifty yuan a portion." "Fifty yuan? Robbery. Did he add ginseng or winter worms?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.