"Now there are no seats left, and by the end of the queue, it probably still won't be our turn, it looks like we can only try to come early tomorrow," Mr. Mu Sr. said sadly.
So, the old gentlemen returned home disappointed, sighing deeply, and even their appetite for the dinner at home was gone.
However, Mr. Lan Sr. had a sharp nose and as soon as he got home, he smelled a fragrant scent and wondered, "What's that smell?"
"Master, this is beef sauce that little miss brought over just now; she said it's from Drunk-Rice Group Restaurant. She wanted you to try it and see if you liked it, if you do, she can get more bottles for you," Uncle Fu handed a bottle of sauce over to the master as he spoke.
Upon hearing this, the master immediately widened his eyes, his whole being filled with excitement, "Is it really Drunk-Rice Group Restaurant's beef sauce? My heavens, can I actually eat it at home? Mmm, I have to try it right away."
