Dacheng Restaurant. Jin Hao sat with a solemn expression on a carved wooden chair, while the Store Manager, Second Shopkeeper, and Liao Feng stood before him.
Slamming his hand on the table, Jin Hao barked angrily, "Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you holding your tongues like a bunch of mutes?"
The squat, pudgy Store Manager grimaced and said, "Landlord, what can we do? As you've witnessed, the lad called Nian Bing excels in the divine art of culinary capabilities. It will be difficult to outperform the Qingfeng Vegetarian Restaurant in this aspect."
Jin Hao snorted coldly, "Are you suggesting that I just sit back and accept defeat? The competition today has drawn the attention of everyone across the city's main streets. If we fail to come up with a strategy, Dacheng Restaurant will face inevitable ruin. Are you telling me to concede defeat to that old codger, Xue Ji? The very thought of his smirking face fills me with murderous intent."