He knocked cautiously, waiting until he was invited in before entering with a beaming smile.
"Mr. Wang, here come the dishes."
Inside the private room, only six or seven people sat around the table. They were all middle-aged men with an air of distinction, looking like people of considerable status.
"That was pretty fast." brother Wang, the one who had arrived in a Mercedes-Benz S-Class, smiled. "The food here is quite authentic. I come here often. Come, President Qian, give it a try."
"It certainly looks good." President Qian, seated in the place of honor, smiled and picked up his chopsticks.
The owner of Dongyuan Family knew these were honored guests Old Luo was entertaining, so he was naturally very concerned about whether the dishes would satisfy everyone today.
So he lingered for a moment.
President Qian picked up some food and put it into his mouth. After chewing twice, he paused slightly.
"Well? The food's quite good, isn't it, President Qian?" brother Wang asked with a smile.
"Yes, it's not bad." President Qian looked at brother Wang beside him, then at the restaurant owner waiting expectantly before him. He merely smiled faintly and offered a perfunctory, noncommittal compliment.
Old Luo, the restaurant owner, could not tell whether the man was genuinely satisfied or merely pretending.
But he could not just stand there awkwardly without leaving, so he greeted them and exited the private room first.
Inside, everyone was there to discuss business. No one would pay much attention to how the food tasted.
Yet afterward, no matter how many dishes came up, President Qian, seated at the head of the table, rarely reached for his chopsticks. In the end, he only ate a little of the noodles that had been specially prepared and served separately.
Only brother Wang, after