"No name?"
"This…"
Wang Peng turned to look at Xue Zhebin and found that he looked just like the waiter—smiling, but not saying anything. Wang Peng felt like he was being looked down upon. They were treating him like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
"That's not right. How can this restaurant register without a name? Are you keeping the restaurant's name a secret from customers as part of some kind of strategy?"
Wang Peng felt even more defeated. As one of the creators of Quanmin Reviews, he had gone to many restaurants and seen many unique ones, too.
However, this was his first time experiencing something as strange as this.
Normally, even low-key private kitchens would have names. Some would take their house number to be their names and come up with things like 'Kitchen Number 45' or 'Restaurant Number 78'.
