"Boss Jiang! One order of cumin beef and a bottle of beer! Haha, this really feels like I’m at a barbecue. Do you have rice soup? I’ll have one."

"I’ll have the cumin beef too."

"Boss Jiang is really one of a kind! No matter what dish he makes, the texture is top-notch. I don’t even have to eat it—just smelling it tells me it’s super delicious!"

A chattering crowd squeezed around the counter to place their orders.

A few young, white foreigners also managed to order several dishes.

"Everyone, please write down what you want to order in this notebook. I’ll bring out the food by order number in a bit."

The customers happily agreed.

’When Boss Jiang speaks, you’d better be on your best behavior.’

The customers lined up in an orderly fashion and didn’t make a fuss.

The four foreigners sat down.

Soon, one of the young men brought over the cumin beef, steamed buns, ham, and beer.

"This looks pretty good. What do you guys think?"

"I think it looks good too, but the prices are a bit steep."

"This is a ’steamed bun’? Why is it called that? Shouldn’t it be called a ’round ball’?"

"Such a strange name."

The group chatted as they clumsily used chopsticks to try the food.

As expected, after tasting it, every one of them wore a look of utter disbelief, as if questioning their entire existence.

’Isn’t the best food supposed to be in the West? How can a tiny little restaurant in the East actually produce flavors of this caliber!’

"The food here is unbelievably delicious!"

"The magical East! We made the right choice coming here. I’ve decided to stay and travel for a while before going home."

"John! Take me with you!"

"Mr. Jiang’s cooking is even better than a five-star Michelin chef’s!"

"You guys have to try this ham... Oh, my God!"

"It smells amazing! Mr. Jiang is a true artisan! It would be perfect if he could open a shop at our Buck Academy!"

The group was secretly filled with hope.

’Once we go home, we won’t be able to eat this anymore. It would be so great if Boss Jiang could open a shop near us.’

They hadn’t eaten their fill and wanted to shovel food into their mouths like the old man at the next table, but their chopstick skills were too clumsy. So they gave up pretending and just used their hands.

’Table manners? Who cares?’

’No one knows us here anyway.’

This made the middle-aged woman at the neighboring table burst out laughing.

The customers who came after also got to eat the cumin beef.

Their faces lit up with satisfied smiles.

"This beef is incredible! If only Boss Jiang sold it every day."

"That’s Brother Jiang for you. Everything he makes is delicious."

"The thing is, Boss Jiang’s prices are so reasonable. If you ask me, he could sell this cumin beef for a thousand and it would still sell out. It’s just that good!"

"From now on, Brother Jiang’s place is my new cafeteria!"

The cumin beef cubes were all sold out in just five minutes.

After finishing his beef cubes, Xia Changzhi let out a comfortable burp. Amidst the envious gazes of those around him, he shamelessly asked Jiang Liu for two spoonfuls of beef broth to mix into his rice soup.

Normally, he didn’t eat much.

But the moment he stepped into Jiang Liu’s restaurant, he instantly transformed into a glutton.

’Never enough!’

After the foreigners finished eating, they wanted to order a few more portions. When they learned there was a limit, they were stunned.

’What the hell!’

’Food this delicious, and you’re telling me it’s limited?’

’It can’t be because they see we’re outsiders and are deliberately making things difficult for us, right!?’

The group stared at each other in bewilderment.

Soon, all the food in the restaurant was completely sold out.

By the end, even the rice soup was being fought over.

The customers who didn’t get to eat left in frustration.

’This is torture. After eating Boss Jiang’s food, they had no desire to eat anywhere else.’

Jiang Tongtong and Jun Qingmeng were helping Jiang Liu wash the buckets.

When they saw Jiang Liu walk back to the kitchen carrying a steamer basket,

the two of them immediately looked at him with pitiful expressions.

’We’re hungry.’

’We want to eat the cumin beef cubes.’

Jiang Liu smiled. "What’s wrong, you two? Hungry?"

"Daddy, your little cutie is hungry, my tummy’s rumbling."

"Hubby, your big cutie is hungry too. Pleeeease~"

"Alright, wait another five minutes. There are still two customers."

"Okay!"

"We know, Daddy! We’ll eat after our customers leave!"

Finally, the last two tables of customers hastily finished their meals.

"We’re off, Brother Jiang! Will there be any new dishes tomorrow? Your food is to die for."

"We’ll see about tomorrow. Goodbye."

"Goodbye! Go home and get some rest. If you run into any trouble, just let us all know."

"Okay, thanks."

The customers left.

Jun Qingmeng and Jiang Tongtong ran up and started following right behind Jiang Liu.

"Hubby~ Hubby~"

"Daddy, this little glutton is about to pass out."

’Want food!’

’Hurry up and feed your little cutie!’

Jiang Liu stopped worrying about cleaning up. "Alright, let’s eat first. We’ll clean up together afterward."

"Hehe, right!"

"Hubby, you go get the food ready. I’ll mop the floor for you first."

"Okay."

Jiang Liu walked quickly into the kitchen to cook.

He heated up the reserved cumin beef cubes in the air fryer and then stir-fried a dish of potatoes, eggplant, and peppers.

After he finished stir-frying the vegetables,

the two of them had already cleaned the room.

At that moment, Jiang Tongtong was sitting excitedly in her chair, watching Jiang Liu.

’I want praise!’

Jiang Liu placed the food on the table and gently patted his daughter’s head. "Tongtong, you’re so well-behaved and hardworking! Did you clean everything up in the blink of an eye?"

"I did, right?"

Jiang Liu glanced at Jun Qingmeng and found his wife looking at him with the exact same puppy-dog expression as Tongtong.

’Fine, I’ll praise her too.’

"You were also very good, amazing! You’re both wonderful!"

The two of them exchanged a look and laughed happily.

"Hubby, you eat the good stuff first."

"Sit tight, Daddy. Tongtong will serve you!"

They first put some food into Jiang Liu’s bowl before starting to eat themselves.

A piece of beef entered her mouth. It was a little hot, with a crispy outside. With a gentle bite, the fragrant, fatty juices burst forth.

The flavor exploded on her tongue!

"Mmm! Daddy, this is so yummy! Tongtong loves it!"

"Hubby, how can you be so amazing? Boohoo, your wife is under so much pressure."

Jun Qingmeng really loved to eat.

Every dish Jiang Liu made opened up a new world for her.

It was a hundred times better than any high-end restaurant she had ever been to.

Of course, the seasoning of love gave it an extra boost.

Jun Qingmeng found herself liking Jiang Liu more and more.

"Pfft, you two flatterers! Hurry up and eat. If you like it so much, I’ll make more for you next time so you can eat your fill!"

"Yay! Long live Daddy!"

"Long live Hubby!"

Jiang Liu shot them a look.

’They were really laying it on thick.’

After eating, Jiang Tongtong and Jun Qingmeng leaned back in their chairs, burping and panting.

’Stuffed.’

Jiang Liu’s food was too delicious. They couldn’t stop. Even after they were full, they still wanted to take a few more bites!

Jiang Tongtong said happily, "Daddy, being your daughter makes me so happy, you know?"

"Me too!"

Jun Qingmeng nodded with a smile, her face beaming with joy.

’She felt increasingly grateful that she hadn’t given up, that she had held on to her love for Jiang Liu. Otherwise, such an outstanding man wouldn’t be hers!’

Jiang Liu just smiled without a word. "You two sit for a while. I’ll go wash the dishes."

"Together."

Jun Qingmeng was about to get up, but Jiang Liu authoritatively pushed her back down. "Be good. You two did a lot of the work just now. Just leave the rest to me."

"Alright then... I’ll listen to you, Hubby."

"Tongtong listens to Hubby, hehe."

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"Hey! Daddy, you bopped Detective Tong on the head again!"

Jiang Liu went to the kitchen.

Tongtong rubbed her forehead and took Jun Qingmeng’s hand. "Mommy, can you teach me how to sing ’Counting Ducks’? Tongtong doesn’t know how to sing it yet."