A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

I asked several people in a row.

None of them know.

They don't understand the Chinese people's tendency to join in the fun.

However, they're not here to join in the fun today; they're here to get ratings.

only.

The restaurants they used to frequent.

Upon hearing that Michelin is coming to rate the restaurant, they must arrange for someone to clean the restaurant a day in advance.

Wipe everything so clean it can illuminate a person.

Then we closed the restaurant for a day to give all the chefs a chance to recharge.

Stay in top condition to welcome them.

But this store seems different from the others today.

It feels like...

They had no intention of welcoming them, just as if they didn't care about their rating.

"Perhaps this is a unique way of hospitality among the Chinese. So many people gathered around might be welcoming us. Who knows?"

"That makes sense."

The two of them walked into the restaurant with firm steps.

Arrived at the door.

Two waiters walked up to us, and they both smiled and nodded very politely.

Even when they reached out their hands, she didn't hesitate to shake them.

"What are you two doing?! Has your number been called yet? If not, wait outside. Don't cut in line. We don't have special privileges here."

The two people: ? ? ? ? ?

"What???"

The two foreigners were completely dumbfounded.

what's the situation?

So many people are standing outside, just because their number hasn't been called yet?

Isn't this to welcome us?

One of them, undeterred, said to them, "Go ask your boss. We are Michelin inspectors. I believe he will understand."

"Our boss said that no matter who it is, as long as they come to eat, unless they are friends brought by our boss's boss, they all have to line up and move along."

the words said.

The waiter actually kicked the two of them out and called for the next person.

The two foreigners stared in disbelief at the scene before them, their mouths agape.

They'd seen arrogant restaurants before.

Pretend to be indifferent.

But actually, I really want them to go in and give their evaluations.

But this restaurant seems a little different.

I really don't care.

They didn't even bother to take anything from the waiters, and they didn't even look at them directly.

The two glanced at the back of the line.

If we wait until the very end, it will probably be around three or four in the afternoon.

They'd starve to death!

But they were also a little embarrassed, because Michelin reviewers usually only visit one restaurant a week.

The evaluation is complete; I need to write a review when I get back.

And discussing with others.

Only then can a decision be made.

This will take a long time, that is to say.

They have nowhere else to go today except to eat at this restaurant.

There aren't many upscale restaurants around either.

If they don't wait here, they'll have to eat at roadside stalls.

Let them eat at roadside stalls.

No way.

Just as they stood there hesitating.

The person who had just been talking to them waved to the two of them.

"This is my number. You all stand here while I go get it."

"Why?"

"It's not like you two took a taxi here specifically to eat, or that you don't know the way around anywhere else. This restaurant is really good, and I didn't want you to miss it and regret it, especially the Lion Dance Pastry. It's both delicious and beautiful, you must order it."

Talking.

That person actually went and got another number, standing at the very back.

The two people looked at the tickets in their hands.

He shook his head helplessly.

It's unheard of for Michelin inspectors to have to queue for meals.

I guess I'll make sure other people's colleagues hear it.

That would be hilarious.

.........

"Number 58, has number 58 arrived? If not, then it's the next one."

1: 30.

The two reviewers finally entered the Jiang family's kitchen.

It was different from what they imagined.

In their minds, the more popular Chinese food is, the more chaotic the environment and hygiene should be.

But this restaurant was very clean.

Moreover, they looked at the cleaning staff as if they were martial arts masters.

A table with a radius of about one meter was cleaned in less than half a minute.

Not to mention the trash on the ground.

After mopping once with a wet mop, immediately mop once with a dry mop.

clean.

It's not slippery.

This one move alone shocked the two of them.

Arrive at your seat.

"Do you two have mobile phones? If so, you can scan the QR code on the table to order directly. It's convenient and won't make any mistakes."

The two glanced at their phones; they still preferred the traditional way of ordering food.

Pick up the menu.

We ordered a few light dishes.

Test your knife skills.

And the chef's stir-frying technique.

As they were about to hand the menu back, they suddenly remembered the lion-shaped pastry that the person had mentioned.

"Two more servings of Lion Dance Pastries, please."

Are you sure you only want two servings?

The two were taken aback, but still nodded.

The waiter didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

"Have you noticed that after we only ordered two dishes, the way people around us were looking at us was a little different, like there was a hint of... mockery?"

Another person glanced around: "It's not exactly mockery, but it definitely feels like they're watching a joke. Did we order the wrong dishes?"