There's an ordinary little shop on Grocery Street. The egg fried rice here costs 288 RMB... and the tea eggs cost 888 RMB...
Yet plenty of people line up to wait. The shop takes no reservations; you have to line up in person, whoever you are.
Countless people fly in on private planes just to queue here. The service is terrible, and customers have to serve themselves, clear their dishes and utensils, and even wipe down the tables.
P.S. This story is entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
