Lin Qinghe also sat down. Her hand gripped a corner of her shirt tightly and she secretly looked up at the old master and Shi Qian.
"Grandpa, is there really no menu here?" Shi Qian asked curiously.
Lin Qinghe felt disdain.
Look at how inexperienced Shi Qian was!
The old master smiled indulgently at Shi Qian. "There's no menu. What is cooked depends on the chef's mood. The guest will eat whatever he makes. However, there's a rule. If the guest says it's not delicious, he'll charge you nothing."
"What if he makes something the guest doesn't like? For example, if the guest doesn't like coriander or something."
"Guests like this usually give advance notice."
"I see!" Shi Qian nodded and couldn't help but mutter softly, "Fortunately, Fu Sinian didn't come here to eat. Otherwise, people would think he was causing trouble."
The old master couldn't help but laugh at the words.