Chen Decheng took a swig of his liquor and said, "Yuanyuan, I'm sorry, but it looks like this restaurant won't be able to continue."
To conceal my real name, ever since I started working here with Su Xiaomin, Chen Decheng and his wife have always called me Chen Yuanyuan, never once getting it wrong.
"The business has been pretty good lately, what a pity to close it." Xiao Li happened to overhear and looked puzzled.
Chen Decheng remained silent.
Around him, there seemed to be an invisible low pressure.
Chen Shufen's face wasn't looking good either, as she tried to smooth things over, "Let's eat, everyone, start eating before the food gets cold."
Apart from Chen Decheng and his wife, Xiao Li and I were at the dinner table.
There were also five chefs from the kitchen, who had been working at the restaurant for many years and were highly experienced.
Xiao Li pulled me to the side and muttered, "It's over, there's crab in the dishes, it must be a farewell meal for sure."
