"Certainly, certainly!" Chairman Ma suddenly realized and said to Song Jiyun, "You all enjoy your meal, I'll visit your kiln factory in a few days."
Then he seriously sized up Yuan Yunzhong and said, "This young man looks spirited. Truly handsome and beautiful."
Song Jiyun graciously thanked him and separated from Chairman Ma and the others, each taking their seats.
The dishes they had ordered were just served.
The server quietly set up their bowls and plates and enthusiastically introduced, "This is fried whitebait, this is cold mixed tofu skin, these are crispy fried balls, this is mixed stir-fry…" and especially introduced the added conch meat, "It's a technique our owner learned from Guangzhou. You won't find it anywhere else."
"Really?" Song Jiyun looked at Yuan Yunzhong with a smile and helped him grab some with her chopsticks, saying, "Try this, sir. How does it compare to the nine-holed conch you mentioned?"
