Chapter 468 - 153: [New Boss] (6200)_2
Chen Yan distinctly heard the waitress who ran out to make tea mutter, "Finally, a customer!"
The dishes were quickly ordered, but clearly, there was only one customer here in the restaurant...
The hall was empty, and there were three or four private rooms next to it, also empty.
He looked at the time; it was already five ten.
This should be considered dinner time, right? Yet, the restaurant was eerily quiet...
With this kind of business, it seems like it’s heading towards closure sooner or later.
Chen Yan sat down and drank a cup of tea, occasionally glancing at the entrance, and suddenly footsteps were heard.
The waitress was already here with the dishes.
The dishes were served pretty quickly, just ten minutes after Chen Yan ordered.
However...
Chen Yan frowned, "Didn’t I say not to serve the dishes yet? I’m waiting for someone, wait until my guest arrives before serving."
The waitress looked puzzled, "Really? But the kitchen told me to hurry and serve."
"..." Chen Yan helplessly glanced at the waitress, who looked rather plain with an innocent and slightly foolish expression.
Alright, with this level of service, no wonder the business is bad.
And the order of the dishes was off as well.
The cold dish wasn’t served, and yet they started with a braised pork knuckle?
Chen Yan looked at the somewhat confused and timid waitress and sighed, "Never mind, just leave it."
If it’s not a big issue, he usually isn’t the type to enjoy making things difficult for waitstaff; it’s not meaningful to trouble people who are struggling.
The aroma of the pork knuckle was enticing, and it was steaming hot. Chen Yan glanced at it, feeling curious, and picked up his chopsticks to tear off a piece.
As soon as he put it into his mouth, Chen Yan’s eyes lit up!
The aroma was rich, the meat was tender, and the texture was quite good.
The chef in this restaurant is skilled!
Chen Yan was a bit surprised.
Soon after, the waitress served another dish...
This was even more ridiculous.
The cold dish still hadn’t been served, nor was there any other hot dish.
They directly served the staple food?
"Is this the mackerel dumplings I ordered?" Chen Yan looked at the bewildered waitress and chuckled bitterly, "Does your restaurant usually serve the staple food first?"
"...Uh, sorry, the kitchen asked me to serve it. Should I go and ask?"
"Forget it, just leave it," Chen Yan waved his hand, feeling somewhat resigned inside.
No need to get serious with the waitress, and moreover... it would be foolish to start a fight with waitstaff before finishing your meal in a restaurant.
If a complaint is necessary or anything else, it should be done after eating!
Aren’t you afraid you’d offend the waitstaff? They might have malicious thoughts and spit or do something bad to your next dish?
The mackerel dumplings were surprisingly delicious too. After Chen Yan took a bite, he felt the savory aroma burst in his mouth!
After eating one dumpling, Chen Yan couldn’t stop himself and unknowingly ate five or six more in one go.
The chef in this restaurant truly has good skills, yet how did the business turn so poor?
Chen Yan ate while sighing.
A familiar voice came from behind, "How is it? Does it taste good?"
Chen Yan smiled, put down his chopsticks, and turned around.
Behind him, Ouyang was standing there, wearing a white chef’s coat, even wiping his hands on the hem, with a proud smile on his face.
"You made this?"
"Yep, all made by me," Ouyang said with eyes full of smiles, "Stick with a big brother like me, and I promise you’ll be living the good life!"
Saying this, Ouyang shook hands with Chen Yan and sat down at the table.
Chen Yan stared at Ouyang, this guy... how to put it, he looked full of spirit!
His expression was smug!
"You’re Chen Yan, right? Let me introduce myself; I’m your superior in the Inspection Bureau from now on. My name is Ouyang, not the surname Ouyang, not the West Poison Ouyang Feng’s Ouyang. My surname is Ou, the Ou from Emperor Ou, and my given name is Yang, Yang as in ’sun’."
Chen Yan felt amused inside but displayed a polite and cautious smile typical of a newly employed rookie with a touch of humility: "Ouyang... Manager."
"What manager! Call me brother! From now on, you can call me Brother Ou or Brother Yang, whichever works! I’m not picky about titles."
Chen Yan sat properly, with both hands on his knees, looking just like a new employee, even his smile held a shy touch.
"I’ve seen your file, very impressive, brother. Young as you are, you’ve cultivated to the Guiyuan Realm, showing remarkable talent in this world.
And it seems we have fate on our side; I’m not a native of the Domain Realm either. My hometown..."
"I can tell from your accent, you’re from the Eastern Three Continents, right?"
"Yep."
Ouyang chuckled but then raised an eyebrow, "I thought I didn’t have an accent."
You think you don’t have an accent?
You even managed to influence the entire Gu Family into adopting your dialect!
Gu Qingyi, what a pleasant lilt she had, and you turned it into a thick countryside drawl.
Chen Yan mocked inwardly, but politely said, "Brother Ouyang, you’re from the Three Eastern States, how did you..."
"How did I join the Inspection Bureau and work my way up to Assistant Inspector, right?" Ouyang slapped his thigh and laughed, "I possess strong Primordial Qi. When I was young, I encountered a cultivator from the Domain Realm who thought I had cultivation talents and took me into the Domain Realm as a disciple. Although I was born in this world, I’ve spent most of my time growing up in the Domain Realm."
Paused for a moment, Ouyang looked at Chen Yan, smiling, "You’re lucky too; they assigned you to me just in the nick of time. Let me tell you, if you had landed in another group, you’d have a tough time."
"Why?"
"Because most of the cultivators from the Domain Realm look down on the loose cultivators of our world," Ouyang shook his head, "Even after you’ve cultivated for so long, you should understand; the cultivation techniques in our world originally strayed from the Domain Realm, many of which were incomplete when they spread here. Over generations, as they were passed down and cultivated, more omissions and deficiencies appeared, resulting in indigenous cultivators from our world generally being weaker...