Xiao Han and her four best friends were back again.

Their chauffeur thoughtfully set up a huge parasol for them.

He had to prevent his young ladies from getting a tan.

There were more than a dozen foreigners in the line.

All of them had come seeking out the delicious food they’d heard so much about.

Even though they were white and held a high social status, they still had to obediently wait in line here.

The line also contained glamorous women wearing sunglasses.

They were dressed fashionably and impeccably, exuding the scent of expensive perfume.

However,

these same sophisticated women were willing to squeeze in with sloppy corporate drones who stank of foot odor, all for the sake of good food.

It just went to show how powerful Jiang Liu’s cooking was.

Jiang Liu parked his car and walked back to the restaurant, holding Tongtong’s hand.

The customers in line greeted him warmly.

"You’re back, Brother Jiang! Good afternoon!"

"Mr. Jiang, hello!"

Aunt Xu chuckled. "And whose little cutie is this? That hairclip is so pretty! Did your daddy buy it for you?"

"Uh-huh! Daddy bought it for Tongtong."

"Boss Jiang, it’s gotten so hard to eat your food. I really miss the days when you first opened."

"Seriously, the competition gets fiercer every day. I think Brother Jiang should make a rule: no selling to anyone over fifty."

"Haha, if he did that, all the aunties and uncles would be crying a river."

Jiang Liu casually exchanged a few words with his customers.

Once back inside, he immediately threw himself into his work.

Jiang Tongtong and Jun Qingmeng helped him by bottling juice.

Jiang Liu finished chopping the filling for the buns, and the dough had just finished proofing...

Around six o’clock.

The savory, slightly spicy, and fragrant aroma of twice-cooked pork began to drift through the restaurant.

The twice-cooked pork, made with suckling pig, was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a glossy, reddish-brown hue.

"Daddy, your little cutie is hungry," Tongtong said, tugging on Jiang Liu’s pant leg.

She blinked her big, pitiful eyes.

Anyone who saw her would be paralyzed by her cuteness.

It had to be said, Jiang Tongtong really knew how to charm Jiang Liu.

’No idea where she learned it from,’

Jiang Liu picked up a sizzling slice of fatty pork with his chopsticks, blew on it to cool it down, and fed it to Tongtong.

"Wow, yummy meat! Daddy’s the best!" Tongtong gave him two thumbs up.

"Alright, you little brown-noser," Jiang Liu grumbled good-naturedly.

He switched to a clean pair of chopsticks, pulled down his mask, and tried a piece himself.

’Not bad. The flavor is spot-on.’

The saltiness was perfect. The surface of the pork was seared and crisp, rich but not greasy.

Jun Qingmeng, drawn by the aroma, snuck over like a little cat and stole a few slices of pork.

Her cheeks puffed out as she chewed.

It was adorable.

Feeling playful, Jiang Liu teased her, pinching her ear. "Stealing snacks while my back is turned?"

"I was not! Let go!"

Jun Qingmeng’s ear turned red from the pinch.

She quickly wriggled free and ran off to arrange the juice bottles.

Jiang Liu just smiled.

At that moment, outside the restaurant, the sky had grown dark, but a crowd of over a thousand customers was still chattering away.

The owner of Central Real Estate eagerly inquired, "I heard Boss Jiang sold dumplings for lunch today?"

"That’s right. I got an order, and they were incredible. Definitely the best dumplings I’ve ever had."

"If you compare them to my mom’s... well, his totally annihilate my mom’s!"

an employee from the barbershop said with a huge grin.

"Ahem, my good man, will he have them again tonight?"

The Central Real Estate owner was being exceptionally polite to get some intel on the food.

"Nope, but he’s making twice-cooked pork."

"Excellent!"

The Central Real Estate owner scrambled to pay someone for their spot in line.

He might have missed the dumplings,

but the twice-cooked pork would be worth it!

7:10 PM.

The customers weren’t complaining.

Jiang Liu finally announced he was open for business.

The first to enter the shop were two middle-aged Americans who had been at the front of the line.

It was a man and a woman. The man had a goatee and was dressed in lightweight, designer sportswear.

The woman’s glamorous face showed a few wrinkles. She had a head of curly blonde hair and was wearing only a loose, oversized blue soccer jersey, her stunning figure drawing the eyes of many young men.

The pair had seen Jiang Liu’s restaurant on a friend’s social media feed.

They hadn’t originally planned to make the trip.

But, driven by their curiosity about Eastern cuisine, they had found the time to fly in from their company in Shanghai.

With uncharacteristic politeness, Luke nodded at the owner. "Hello. We’d like thirty buns, two beers, one order of sashimi, and one order of yak meat. Thank you."

Natalie shot Luke a look of surprise.

The two of them sat down.

The restaurant was instantly packed to the brim.

Many of the older aunties and uncles in the crowd pointed at the foreigners, pursing their lips in disapproval.

In their entire lives, they had rarely encountered white- or black-skinned foreigners outside of war movies on TV.

They were naturally biased.

Xiao Han and her friends were also near the front of the line.

Soon, it was their turn.

The five of them rushed into the restaurant, whooping with excitement.

Yang Zishan waved. "We meet again, Brother Jiang!"

Jun Qingmeng’s pretty face instantly turned cold.

She didn’t say anything, though.

’Oh, well.’

’Helping my husband is more important...’

Jiang Liu glanced at Yang Zishan and gave a faint smile. "What can I get for you?"

Rui Ning jumped in first. "Boss Jiang, we’ll have thirty buns, three orders of twice-cooked pork, two plates of beef, one plate of ham, another two plates of sashimi, and five bottles of juice!"

"Alright. Find a table and have a seat."

Before long,

several dishes were piled high on the two foreigners’ table.

The aroma of the plump, fragrant buns made Luke’s mouth water.

"This looks incredible! It seems Boss Jiang’s skills are top-notch!"

He offered a compliment, but his hands were already moving.

He quickly snatched a three-delicacy bun and popped it into his mouth.

The bun wasn’t large,

just the right size to be devoured in a single bite.

As he bit through the soft yet chewy skin, fragrant with the scent of wheat, a burst of scalding, savory juice instantly flooded his mouth.

The incredibly savory and smooth mushrooms, the tender eggplant...

Top-tier ingredients and seasonings, combined with masterful technique.

The flavor of this bun was at the pinnacle of the culinary world!

Luke’s eyes widened in utter disbelief.

He proceeded to devour the other dishes like a man starved.

"Oh, this is incredible! Absolutely incredible! Boss Jiang’s cooking is astonishing!"

He’d thought it was just another specialty restaurant in Hua Country, but he never expected it to be this exceptional!

Natalie had already eaten four buns.

Usually so mindful of her image, today she couldn’t maintain her composure!

With a craft beer in her left hand, Natalie was relentlessly stuffing buns into her mouth with her right.

Juice dripped from the corner of her mouth, but she paid it no mind, not even bothering to wipe it with a napkin.

"Wow! This is delicious!"

"Mr. Jiang is a magician!"

As they ate, the two started bickering over who would get the last bite.

"Dammit, Luke! Haven’t you had enough? Can’t you be a gentleman for once?"

Luke replied, "One would hope!" CHOMP. ’So good!’

At the neighboring table, Xiao Han’s group of five got their wish and were finally eating the twice-cooked pork.

They were squealing with excitement.

"Oh my god, this twice-cooked pork is so good! It’s so savory and fragrant, and more importantly, I feel like the salt level is absolutely perfect!"

Her lips glistening with oil, Yang Zishan commented, "Brother Jiang’s twice-cooked pork is seriously delicious. I once had it at a traditional old restaurant in Sichuan Province. I think their dish was called ’pan-fried something-or-other’... anyway, the flavor was miles behind Brother Jiang’s. The meat wasn’t as fragrant and had a slightly gamey, tough texture."

"What? You’re saying you’ve had twice-cooked pork better than Boss Jiang’s? In that case, Yang Zishan, you can stop eating! We’ll help you finish off the rest!"

"Get lost! No way!"

Yang Zishan clutched the plate of meat protectively.

Bai An’an chimed in with a cloyingly sweet-and-innocent tone. "What’s there to fight over? It’s just a few slices of meat. Have you never had meat before or something? Boss Jiang isn’t going anywhere. If you want more, you can just come back another time."