I've been possessed by a culinary genius, and I've turned Shaxian snacks into a rip-off!

"Uncle, someone's here! Looks like a big client!"

Wang Dafu was checking the kitchen for any forgotten items when he heard his nephew shouting. He came out and stared in disbelief.

Maybach!

And bodyguards!

This is quite a show; they're definitely rich!

But they're preparing to run away right now, so what do these rich people want to do here?

"Xiao Lei, aren't we about to leave? Why are you still bothering with these people?"

"Let's make one last big score before we leave," Zhao Lei said greedily. "This big fish has delivered itself to our doorstep, why not take advantage of it? Uncle, fortune favors the bold! We're going to run away anyway, let's do one last big heist."

Wang Dafu: "You're right, we'll just rip people off and run, it won't make a difference if we do one more job."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's welcome the guests!"

Mr. Sun, dressed in a dark suit, got out of the car with his entourage. He glanced up at the sign above the entrance and said somewhat uncertainly:

"Is this the location Yang Chongwu told me about?"

"The Shaxian of the Universe... That's quite an arrogant name. I wonder if the taste is just as arrogant."

Zhao Lei immediately came forward to greet him warmly, saying, "Hello, boss! Please come in! Don't let the humble appearance of our shop fool you, the food will absolutely satisfy you!"

Mr. Sun nodded slightly and stepped into the store.

The main reason he came today was to meet that young chef surnamed Li.

He still remembered being humiliated by that guy at the teppanyaki restaurant. Especially since the guy had the audacity to claim he could replicate that dessert, he wanted to come and see for himself if he could really do it.

If he was really just bragging, he would flip the table on the spot.

That's why he brought a few more people to dinner today; it's not that he's petty or holds grudges.

Mr. Sun walked into the store and looked around. Seeing the obviously abnormal prices on the wall, he raised an eyebrow, then calmly found a seat and asked:

"Is Chef Li Zhibai here?"

When Zhao Lei heard that the other party was looking for Li Zhibai, he felt both bitter and angry.

Why is everyone going to Li Zhibai's place? Is his food really that good? Everyone's rushing to his shop.

"Master Li, he went out today and isn't in the shop," he lied.

Mr. Sun frowned, clearly displeased.

Zhao Lei changed the subject: "Although Master Li is away today, don't worry, his master is in the shop. Whatever you'd like to eat, I'll have his master make it for you, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Only then did Mr. Sun show some interest.

He did come here specifically for the young chef named Li Zhibai, but he was somewhat disappointed to hear that he wasn't there. Since his master was there, it wasn't a complete waste of time.

After all, the apprentice is praised so highly, surely the master's skills can't be worse than the apprentice's, right?

"Okay, let your master cook, bring out all the restaurant's signature dishes."

"Okay! I'll arrange it for you right away!"

Zhao Lei turned and walked towards the kitchen, while frantically giving Wang Dafu meaningful glances.

Wang Dafu was already preparing the ingredients in the kitchen. Seeing his nephew come in, he asked in a low voice, "How much should I give him?"

"Cook it all! Use up all the remaining ingredients. Don't worry about the price, it's the last meal anyway!"

"But if we cook it all and they can't finish it, won't they cause trouble?"

"It's alright. These guys are obviously used to eating at fancy restaurants. At most, they'll think the food is just so-so. They won't really cause trouble. Rich people also have to maintain their dignity. Even if they do start a fight, we'll call the police. Uncle, don't forget where we are. The police will be here in two minutes. If they start fighting, that'll be even better. I'll lie down and pick up the Land Rover right away."

Wang Dafu nodded, tied on his apron, and began a flurry of activity.

He simply took all the frozen dumplings out of the refrigerator and steamed them, making more than thirty steamer baskets of dumplings alone.

These frozen goods were all cheap items that we bought to cut costs, so we're taking this opportunity to get rid of them all.

…………

About thirty minutes later, the dishes were basically all ready, since they were all pre-made.

Mixed noodles, steamed dumplings, chicken leg rice, fried rice with egg... several large tables were filled with them, especially the steamed dumplings, which were the most extravagant. There were more than 30 baskets of them, stacked up one after another, taller than a person.

If Li Zhibai saw this scene, he would definitely give them a thumbs up: You guys have really taken the blackness of the black shop to a whole new level!

When Mr. Sun saw this scene, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Actually, after he ordered and saw the prices on the wall, he knew he had probably gone to a rip-off restaurant.

However, he didn't expose them; he just wanted to see how far these two were willing to go.

Unexpectedly, he underestimated the greed of these two guys, who were really going to take advantage of him like a fool.

It seems that he has kept a low profile for too long. Many people don't know how Sun Xin climbed from the bottom of the construction site to his current position as general manager of a construction company.

"Boss, your food is ready." Wang Dafu brought out the last basket of steamed dumplings, feeling a little uneasy.

This is a rather unsightly way of eating; even a pig probably couldn't eat that much.

But when they thought about how they could rip off over 100,000 yuan for this meal, they felt it was worth it. Anyway, they were going to run away tonight, and even if the other party wanted to cause trouble for them again, they wouldn't be able to find them.

So what if they killed him?

Mr. Sun ignored him, picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of noodles, and chewed it twice.

His brows furrowed immediately.

The taste was just so-so.

The noodles weren't chewy enough, the sauce was too salty, and the aroma of the scallion oil wasn't brought out. It was just like the average roadside Shaxian mixed noodles.

No, it's not even as good as those ordinary Shaxian snacks.

He tasted the soup again.

Then he tried making stewed soup, but it was bland and contained too much chicken bouillon, so it was just average.

The chicken leg rice was too dry, and the rice was too hard.

The fried rice was too oily and greasy..

Finally, he picked up a steamed dumpling, took a bite, and immediately spat it out.

This is obviously frozen. The minced meat inside isn't fresh, and it even has a slight odor. It's definitely spoiled.

Mr. Sun's face grew increasingly grim as he thought to himself: Is this the Shaxian snacks that Yang Chongwu had been boasting about to the heavens?

Is this the kind of dish that Li Zhibai's master, who slapped him in the face, could make?

That's it?

This dares to call itself the Shaxian of the universe?

The burly men he brought ate with relish. It wasn't that they weren't picky; it was just that the boss was treating them, and no matter how bad the food was, they had to pretend to enjoy it—it was professional etiquette.

But Mr. Sun himself really couldn't eat a single bite.

He leaned back in his chair, looking at Wang Dafu and Zhao Lei with a gloomy expression.

Zhao Lei was also a little nervous and even scared, but the thought of getting tens of thousands of yuan soon and Uncle Hat being able to come to the store to help him calm down.

"Boss, are you satisfied with your meal?"

Mr. Sun asked in a lukewarm tone, "What do you think?"

Although Zhao Lei felt uneasy under his gaze, he still forced himself to give a number.

"Boss, now that you've finished eating, let's settle the bill. It's 13.5 in total, just give me 13. You seem to have a lot of money, I don't think you'll try to renege on your debt, right?"

When Mr. Sun heard this, he smiled.

He laughed very loudly.

"Hahaha........."

"Interesting, very interesting. I, Sun Xin, have been in Jiangcheng for so many years, and this is the first time I've encountered someone so arrogant as to treat me like a pig to be slaughtered!"

Sun Xin abruptly stopped laughing, his eyes turning icy: "You fucking have some nerve!"

The words fell.

boom!

Suddenly, a burly man yanked the roller shutter door down.

Then another burly man walked directly behind the cashier and reached out to disconnect the camera's power cord.

Zhao Lei and Wang Dafu turned pale with fright upon seeing this scene.

"What...what are you doing! This is Financial Street! The police will be here soon! Don't do anything rash!"

Mr. Sun waved his hand, and a bodyguard immediately handed him a cigarette and lit it for him.

He took a deep breath, exhaled a puff of smoke, and then pointed to the mountain of steamed dumplings on the table.

"Bring all those steamed dumplings over here."

Several burly men immediately moved all the steaming dumpling baskets in front of Zhao Lei and Wang Dafu.

Mr. Sun looked at Zhao Lei and Wang Dafu, a sinister smile curving his lips. Amidst their terrified gazes, he slowly said:

"Hey, you two bosses—we'd like some steamed dumplings!"