Chen Ze was in a dilemma, after all, the Drunken Ribs that Chen Xingchen had made amounted to only one plate; and looking at the many customers outside, Chen Ze felt that even a single piece of meat per person might not be enough.
But it wasn't possible to say it wasn't ready yet and ask these liquor-loving customers to go home and wait, Chen Ze didn't want to invite any trouble over something like this.
"Sir, I'm not brewing alcohol, the scent of liquor you're smelling is from a new experimental dish from our restaurant," Chen Ze thought that if he said it was a dish, maybe not so many people would want to drink.
"What? You used such fine alcohol to cook?" The old man's eyes went wide with shock.
"What a waste!" The uncle who had been listening to the two of them talk was so angry he started stomping his foot.
This kind of alluring aroma of liquor, he had only ever smelled in the cellared wines of time-honored brands.
