Wang Yi had been here more than a handful of times, and the shop owners and servers were always very enthusiastic toward him.
When they saw him arrive, they all greeted him.
But very few people came over to ask for autographs or photos.
That was because the Chinese descendant shop owners here had formed an association.
They knew Wang Yi was already exhausted after playing a game.
He came here just to grab a late-night bite and get some rest.
After discussing it, the owners made a rule: when Wang Yi came to eat at the night market, neither owners nor servers were allowed to ask him for autographs or photos.
At first, only the owners and servers followed the rule, but over time it gradually spread.
All the fans who came to the night market also followed it of their own accord. So whenever Wang Yi's fans saw him there, they never approached him to ask for an autograph or a photo.
That was how Wang Yi and Zuo Xiao made it to Old Northeast BBQ with almost no interruptions.
When the owner saw Wang Yi arrive, he warmly invited him to sit down.
"Brother Yi, the usual?"
Wang Yi had to maintain his physical condition, so even when he ate barbecue, he couldn't just eat whatever meat he wanted.
Instead, he ate meat that was low in fat and rich in nutrients.
Beef and chicken breast, for example.
And they couldn't use too much oil when grilling it.
As for what he drank with barbecue, it was always red wine.
Barbecue with red wine was certainly an odd combination for Wang Yi.
But Zuo Xiao was with him today, so he couldn't just think of himself.
Most people couldn't handle his diet.
"Go ahead and order whatever