Chapter 547: Let You Open a Food Shop, You Open at 3 AM

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Protagonist:

Lu Feng

"Just try it anyway. Lu Boss isn't open right now, so even if you wanted to eat there, you couldn't. Having something similar to satisfy your craving isn't bad."

Lv Bin didn't have high expectations for the Swedish Meatballs this Western Restaurant made.

He just regarded this Swedish Meatballs as a substitute for Lu Family Restaurant.

"But this restaurant looks so luxurious, the chef shouldn't be someone without skill. Maybe the taste isn't bad either."

A colleague guessed while speaking.

While several people were talking, Yang Zhenguang at the Open Kitchen had already started making it.

His movements were very skilled; it was clear this Swedish Meatballs had been made countless times before.

This dish was his specialty, so he made it very quickly.

Ma Wenliang and the others had ordered for less than ten minutes when the Waiter brought the dishes and placed them before everyone.

After the dishes were served, Ma Wenliang and the others began eating while laughing and talking.

"The Appetizer this restaurant gives for free tastes okay. It seems the chef here has some skill. If we can't eat at Lu Feng's Place in the future, we can come here instead."

After Ma Wenliang finished what was on his Plate, he nodded somewhat Satisfied, then said with some anticipation on his face: "Maybe the Swedish Meatballs made here can really compare to those made by Lu Boss."

"Brother Liang, you'll be promoted and get a raise in a while, so of course you can be carefree here."

Lv Bin shook his head: "But the things here really aren't something we ordinary office workers can afford to Consume. Just now I saw the things on the Cai Dan Shang were all not Cheap. At this price, I'd rather save up to eat at Lu Feng's Place."

The other few people at the table nodded in agreement after hearing this.

When ordering just now, Lv Bin and the others had already discovered this Western Restaurant was still quite Expensive.

The price of every dish here was often several hundred.

In comparison, although the dishes in Lu Feng's Shop also had Expensive ones, things like noodles and Fried Noodles costing a few dozen per Portion were still affordable for them.

"Forget it. Even if my Salary goes up, I wouldn't want to come here every day."

Ma Wenliang also remembered the prices on the Cai Dan Shang and immediately dismissed the thought that had just arisen.

While eating and chatting, the two colleagues who ordered Steak were almost finished.

Ma Wenliang couldn't help but glance toward Yang Zhenguang at the Open Kitchen, his brow furrowing.

He was a bit puzzled: did the Swedish Meatballs he ordered really take this long to make?

Those who ordered Steak were almost done, yet his Swedish Meatballs still hadn't been served.

Ma Wenliang waved at the Waiter: "Waiter, please come here."

"Sir, what do you need?"

The Waiter quickly walked over and asked with a sweet and gentle voice.

"Isn't your serving speed too slow? They're almost done eating, so why hasn't my dish come out yet?"

Ma Wenliang said somewhat Dissatisfied.

After hearing this, the Waiter quickly picked up the Receipt on the table and checked it carefully.

Then she scanned the table again and asked somewhat puzzled: "Sir, which dish of yours hasn't been served yet? I'll go urge the Kitchen right away."

"It's your featured dish today, those Swedish Meatballs! I've been waiting for ages, and they still haven't come out. This serving speed is much worse than Lu Feng's Place."

Ma Wenliang pointed at Yang Zhenguang, who was still focused on cooking at the Open Kitchen, and said.

"Mm, it is indeed a bit too slow."

The other colleagues at the table who had ordered Swedish Meatballs also nodded in agreement.

"Swedish Meatballs?"

The Waiter was stunned for a moment, then pointed at the empty Plates with patterns on the edges on the table and said with a smile: "Your Swedish Meatballs were served long ago. These several Portions are them; you've already eaten them."

"What?"

Ma Wenliang and the others were stunned at once and exclaimed in unison.

"Sir, this Portion you ate is the Swedish Meatballs."

The Waiter thought everyone hadn't heard clearly, so she again pointed at the empty Plate in front of Ma Wenliang with a gentle Tone and said it once more with a smile.

"I already ate it?"

Ma Wenliang had a face full of disbelief.

"Yes, everyone's Swedish Meatballs were served to everyone at the very beginning."

The Waiter said unhurriedly.

"But why do I have no Impression at all? How did you feel after eating them?"

Ma Wenliang looked at the colleagues at the table with a puzzled face and asked.

Lv Bin and the others carefully recalled, trying to find some feeling from their memory about what was just eaten on that Plate.

But they helplessly found that not even a deep Impression was left in their minds, as if they had eaten for nothing.

"Brother Liang, I completely have no feeling."

Lv Bin shook his head with a helpless face and said.

"Although I know no chef can compare to Lu Boss's Culinary Skill, isn't this Swedish Meatballs this restaurant's featured dish tonight? How can eating it leave no Impression at all? Isn't it too ordinary?"

Ma Wenliang muttered Dissatisfied.

"Exactly. Eating it feels like not eating at all. It's not as good as the Steak; at least that leaves some Impression."

Lv Bin also nodded to agree with Ma Wenliang's statement.

The waiter standing to one side heard this, and the expression on her face instantly turned somewhat embarrassed.

Although the two of them did not speak loudly, she standing nearby heard everything clearly.

"Young Lady, I think your Swedish Meatballs here—after eating them, it's as if you hadn't eaten at all. If you hadn't told me, I would have thought they were an Appetizer your restaurant sent out."

Ma Wenliang looked at the waiter and said, thinking his tone was quite tactful.

He believed that not directly saying the Swedish Meatballs were Not Delicious was already quite tactful.

But to the waiter, it did not sound tactful at all.

"These Swedish Meatballs, were they really made by hand by your General Manager? Is that person your General Manager?"

Lv Bin pointed to Yang Zhenguang, who was busy over there, and asked.

"Yes, sir, he is our restaurant's General Manager."

The waiter nodded, forced a smile on her face, and said to Ma Wenliang and the others.

But what Lv Bin said next was much more straightforward than Ma Wenliang: "I think, from now on, you'd better not make this dish anymore; the taste is really just mediocre."

"Thank you very much for your valuable Opinion. If you have any suggestions for our restaurant, you can fill out our Feedback Form later, and you'll receive a complimentary Portion of Dessert."

The waiter said with a smile.

"Sure, no problem."

When Ma Wenliang and the others heard there was something complimentary, they agreed without Hesitation.

But they would not write nothing but flattering words just because of the Dessert the restaurant gave them.

The Feedback Form—wasn't that just for Complaining?