“Everybody! Time to bet! Let’s bet what Boss Yuan will cook this morning?” A seemingly civilized man dressed in a suit and tie with a briefcase was calling out to the customers queuing up at the entrance of Yuan Zhou’s restaurant, hollering at them to bet. On the left and right side of the briefcase were the characters for Soup Dumplings and Clear Broth Noodle Soup. He seemed so proficient that it was unlikely to be his first time doing it.
“Zhida, you are playing this betting game again?” A muscular man pulled the man in the suit close in a familiar manner.
“It’s almost 9:00. I’m merely playing it for fun. Don’t worry, it won’t affect my job,” the man in the suit said in an easygoing manner.
“Hurry up and bet! The maximum bet is 1RMB. Any more will be rejected.” He made another round again while clutching to his briefcase.
“Gee! Why don’t you have the option that Boss Yuan doesn’t open the restaurant?” A pretty girl with large eyes took out a 1RMB note and asked curiously.
