"Medicinal cuisine and tea?"
The mech pilot glanced into the shop and saw a middle-aged man shoveling food into his mouth with a bowl. It was Boss Zhao, who, despite having eaten just yesterday, felt a lingering desire for more. Today, he ate without any regard for appearances.
"Is this a restaurant?"
Seeing this scene, the mech pilot wondered. The sight of Boss Zhao's appetite-inducing appearance outside the shop made him feel a bit hungry too.
The mech pilot checked the time and realized it was noon. He rubbed his somewhat empty stomach.
"It's indeed time for lunch."
The mech pilot decided to have his lunch here today. He then stepped through the shop's door and saw even more inside.
He didn't find a seat first but instead observed the shop's decorations and layout. He found the shop's decor to be quite unique, unlike any restaurant he had seen before. If he had to describe its style, it resembled the shop next door called Wen Xin Tang.
He quietly muttered to himself, "Are they the same as Wen Xin Tang next door? Opened by the same owner?"
As he spoke, he found a seat. Although his voice wasn't loud, he happened to sit right next to Boss Zhao's seat.
Boss Zhao was enthusiastically eating when he heard his shop's name. As he listened further, he found the person quite interesting.
"No, they're not the same! They're not owned by the same boss!"
Boss Zhao finished chewing the food in his mouth before speaking to the mech pilot sitting beside him. When he looked up, he was surprised.
It wasn't anything major, but he wondered if the hair on this person's head was too sparse. He couldn't count a hundred strands of hair on the entire head.
Upon hearing Boss Zhao's words, the person realized his muttered thoughts had been overheard. He felt a bit embarrassed and nodded at Boss Zhao, "Did I disturb you?"
Boss Zhao waved his hand, "No, no, it's just that these two shops aren't related."
"Really? I thought they were owned by the same boss because the decor style is similar. Since you know so much, you must know one of them, right?"
The mech pilot was just making conversation. Since this person was talking to him, he didn't know what else to say, so he continued the topic.
Boss Zhao laughed heartily upon hearing this, "I am the owner of the shop next door. The owner of this shop, look, here he comes."
Boss Zhao pointed at Meng Huai, who was approaching with a menu, and said this to the mech pilot.
The mech pilot saw Meng Huai and exclaimed, "Oh, oh, oh."
Meng Huai handed the menu to the mech pilot and said, "Sir, please take a look at what you'd like to eat."
Afterward, he poured a cup of tea for the mech pilot. Boss Zhao leaned over and, seeing the dark appearance of the tea, asked, "What kind of tea is this? It's so dark, is it drinkable?"
Meng Huai thought to himself that Boss Zhao, who didn't manage his shop properly all day and came here to eat, was also constantly undermining him. What was going on?
Meng Huai handed the tea to the guest and, while telling Boss Zhao, was also introducing it to the guest.
"This is Wu Hei Tea. It nourishes Yin and tonifies the kidneys. Cough, cough, it can also prevent hair loss."
After Meng Huai finished speaking, the customer touched the top of his head. He smiled and said, "My hair... I've seen many doctors, but none of them were helpful."
Therefore, he didn't believe that this small cup of tea could solve his problem. However, he was polite enough not to voice this thought.
Boss Zhao was already a loyal fan of the shop and understood some of the meanings behind the medicinal cuisine. He confidently said, "Let this Boss Meng recommend something for you. Boss Meng, please recommend some medicinal dishes for hair loss for this gentleman! Solve his problem!"
Meng Huai smiled and said, "Boss Zhao, you really have a lot of confidence in medicinal cuisine!"
Boss Zhao directly asked, "What? Don't you have these things? Or do you lack confidence in your medicinal cuisine? Your advertising specifically states that it can cure illnesses."
The customer felt that this man might be a plant. He was bantering back and forth with the boss. Had they asked for my opinion as a customer before deciding what to order!
Meng Huai clearly understood his thoughts and still asked, "Sir, after looking at the menu, is there anything you'd like to eat?"
The customer looked at Boss Zhao's gaze and was afraid that if he didn't order some dishes for hair loss, something would happen. So, he went along with it, saying, "Then, as you both said, Boss, just decide for me. I'm alone, so make sure I have enough to eat without waste."
Meng Huai took the menu back and nodded, "No problem, please wait a moment."
After Meng Huai left, Boss Zhao said to the customer, "This boss just loves to busy himself. He has employees but insists on taking orders himself!"
Hearing Boss Zhao's complaint, the customer looked at the quiet shop and then at the two service staff standing by. He curiously asked, "Is this shop newly opened? I didn't notice it before."
This customer was a mech pilot and often came here to procure materials. He was familiar with almost all the buildings on this street.
"It opened yesterday. Don't mind that it's so quiet today. Yesterday, you had to queue up to eat!"
Boss Zhao enthusiastically promoted the shop, thinking that in the future, he would probably have to queue up for meals too. It was just that people didn't know about such a shop yet. If word got out, this small shop might not be able to accommodate many people.
Hearing Boss Zhao's words, the customer became even more convinced that he was a plant and stopped replying, waiting for his meal.
Fortunately, the dishes arrived quickly, allowing him to quickly alleviate his hunger.
Looking at the table with one dish and one soup, he noticed that both the dish and the soup contained many black medicinal ingredients. He thought, "Are they obsessed with blackness now?" He then looked at Boss Zhao's almost completely clean plate and noticed that his dishes didn't look like his.
However, he took a sip of the soup first. The server introduced it as "Shuang Wu Soup."
He didn't remember which "Shuang Wu" it was, but the meat inside was all dark, which looked a bit disgusting.
He poked the piece of meat with his spoon and murmured, "Can this be good?"
But since the dishes had already been served, he couldn't say much more. After all, he was the one who had asked the boss to prepare it as he saw fit.
After taking a sip of the soup, he realized he had judged the soup by its appearance.
All in all, he was very satisfied with this lunch. Even when paying the bill, he didn't feel that the meal was too expensive. After all, he wasn't short of money; as long as he ate happily and comfortably, that was enough.
On his way back, he touched his head, thinking, "I wonder if it was the conversation between Boss Meng and Boss Zhao before I ordered that made me subconsciously think about treating hair loss. Why does my scalp feel so itchy now!"
But he didn't dare to scratch it. His precious hair was already scarce. If scratching his scalp caused even one or two precious strands to fall, how heartbroken would he be!
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