He was the 17th.
It wasn't until Yan Ming followed Zhong Xiaoxiao for two steps that he realized that he could enter the restaurant to eat immediately. He turned his head and saw the person waiting behind him with an anxious and expectant look on his face. He instantly felt satisfied.
"It suits my style of pursuing efficiency very well. As expected of head chef Yuan's small restaurant. It really brings me great fortune."
Because he had entered by the bar, there weren't many seats left after Yan Ming went in. There was only the last seat at the bar counter and one seat at a four-seater table on the other side. He looked at the three beautiful women sitting at the four-seater table, who had different auras but were equally attractive, and he decisively chose the last seat at the bar.
"You can eat whatever you want here without caring about your image."
