After working at Jufu Restaurant for eight years, Su Bai was kicked to the curb.
He turned around and opened a shabby little shop of his own across the street, barely fifty square meters in size.
Egg fried rice costs eighty-eight yuan. Shredded potatoes cost ten thousand.
Pay first, then we'll cook. No credit, no takeout, and no refills.
The System randomly refreshes the ingredients each day. Today there might be Wagyu, tomorrow there might be nothing but cabbage. Ingredients not used within twenty-four hours disappear automatically.
Got money? Doesn't matter. If the System doesn't provide it, you couldn't eat it even if you offered a million.
Jufu Restaurant across the street waits to laugh at him, while his competitors wait for him to go bankrupt.
But then...
The richest man in the provincial capital shows up and joins the queue.
A retired senior official shows up and joins the queue.
Even the old man walking his dog, who said, "Wouldn't three bowls of beef noodles for eighty-eight yuan be better?" quietly ties his dog up outside after eating, then queues for half an hour himself.
Leaning against the doorframe, Su Bai takes a sip of tea. "I'm just a cook. Don't read too much into it."
There's something wrong with this little-town restaurant. Who sells shredded potatoes for ten thousand yuan?
I hate food articles with various bonuses after eating.