Cai Ma's Pickle Shop.
On the way here, Hong Xiaoyu was full of confidence, saying how this place was close to the hotel where his sister-in-law was staying, and it offered a wide variety of dishes, with representative dishes from the province. But when they arrived and saw the crowd sitting on plastic stools at the entrance, he was lost for words.
"Did you make a reservation?"
Duan Xueying turned her head to ask after parking the car in the lot across the street.
Hong Xiaoyu, embarrassed and lacking confidence, replied, "...I thought since it's not the weekend, there wouldn't be so many people."
"People here do have a fondness for food and drink," Li Shuru said with a smile.
He made a fool of himself.
If this were a business meeting, it would be a disaster.
