Even a man as simple as Zheng Ren could not believe Song Ying's answer. "Grilled sausage?"
A restaurant owner liking grilled sausage?
Was it a joke?
The room simmered down.
The air cooled.
Faces filled with disbelief.
Song Ying let out a bitter smile. He propped his hands on the table and took a moment to steady himself before speaking, "So here's the story:
"I come from a poor family, like the proverbial frog at the bottom of the well. I spent many years working and trying to start up a business but luck was just not on my side. It felt like I was always half a step behind."
At this moment, Zheng Ren could empathize with the man.
"One year, I did enough networking to get myself a small booth at the International Horticultural Exhibition.
"So, I opened up a stall selling grilled sausages and beverages.
