A Bite of Douluo Continent

Although he found it strange, Qi Han still explained to the three women the specific effects of Wensi Tofu and the true essence of power—the effect of refining power like silk.

After learning about it, Fuya and Ji Yunruo couldn't help but cast envious glances at Ying Shuangshuang, clearly Ying Shuangshuang was the luckiest one this time.

After Ying Shuangshuang understood, she couldn't help but burst into silly laughter.

Her martial soul is a fire dragon, and a powerful offensive martial soul is obviously very suitable for this secret technique that sounds very powerful.

She really made a fortune this time.

...

Even after finishing the last bite of Wensi Tofu, Fuya and Ji Yunruo still hadn't grasped the essence of refining power like silk. Fortunately, they were only secretly envious of each other, so they weren't too frustrated.

Moreover, they don't have time to be frustrated.

The evening business was even busier than the midday business, which made the two of them quickly put the matter out of their minds.

Many diners who didn't know that Hanshi Restaurant was open at noon found out by evening, so there were many more diners in the evening. The takeout orders from noon also piled up like a mountain on Ji Yunruo's shoulders in the evening.

The number of takeout orders is several times higher than the number of dine-in orders, to the point that Qi Han is already considering whether to hire a few more delivery drivers.

However, Qi Han's thoughts on hiring food delivery drivers were quickly interrupted by Fuya.

Not long after the business opened, Fuya suddenly ran into the kitchen with a somewhat flustered expression.

"Boss, boss, something terrible has happened! A customer cried after eating our food!"

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Chapter 243, First Story

Crying is an action, but sometimes it can also be an adjective.

For example, if you taste a delicious food that you've never tried before, you can use the phrase "it's so delicious I cried" to describe how delicious it is.

The delicacies served during the Cold Food Festival are often described in this way by diners, and Qi Han is already somewhat unfazed by it.

But none of the diners who described the dishes as "so delicious they made me cry" actually cried.

And now…

Following the direction of Fuya's finger, Qi Han's eyebrows shot up sharply when he saw the diner with tears streaming down his face.

Is it really possible for someone to cry while eating a meal?

Moreover... judging from the sad expression on that diner's face, it didn't seem like he was crying because the food in the restaurant was so delicious.

The man was a middle-aged male diner. His clothes looked quite decent, and he appeared to be an ordinary working-class person in Shrek City with a middle-class income.

Could it be that after eating the food, you felt it wasn't worth the price and felt bad about wasting money?

Qi Han's heart skipped a beat.

What did he order?

It's not impossible that you might accidentally order a controversial dish like "bursting pork intestines" that you don't like.

Being too far away, Qi Han couldn't see what the food on the other person's table was, hence the question.

I ordered a pan-fried honey rib.

Pan-fried honey-glazed ribs?

Qi Han frowned deeply.

That shouldn't be the case.

This dish has always received rave reviews at the restaurant.

"Tell him to wait a moment." Qi Han glanced at the dishes he hadn't finished yet. "I'll go ask him myself after I've finished these dishes."

After much deliberation, Qi Han decided to personally go and talk to the other party.

It is no small matter if some diners are dissatisfied with the dishes served during the Cold Food Festival.

Qi Han quickly cooked the dishes that were not yet finished and placed them on the partition. He wiped his hands clean with a towel, then took off the apron he was wearing and hung it aside. He walked out of the kitchen and came to the dining area. After looking around, he quickly walked to the middle-aged diner's side.

There happened to be an empty seat opposite the middle-aged diner, so Qi Han thought for a moment and quickly sat down in front of him.

In front of the middle-aged diner was an empty plate, the very plate that was meant to hold the pan-fried honey-glazed ribs.

Seeing the empty plates, Qi Han breathed a slight sigh of relief.

If they can finish the food, they shouldn't have too much to complain about, right?

"Excuse me, is there anything about our service that we have failed to do?"

The diner, lost in his grief, was startled awake by Qi Han's question and looked up at him.

He quickly recognized the young man sitting opposite him as the owner of this cold food stall.

"No... I'm very satisfied with the food at your restaurant." The diner forced a smile and said this.

This answer did not satisfy Qi Han.

His voice then became even gentler, "It is like this, if there is anything wrong with our service, please leave your valuable feedback, and we will definitely take it into consideration and make corrections."

"This..." The middle-aged diner was slightly taken aback, but still shook his head. "Mr. Qi, right? I really have no complaints about your restaurant's food, or rather..."

He pointed to the empty plate in front of him, "This pan-fried honey rib is a taste I've never had before."

Qi Han stared intently at the man before him. Although his eyes were full of sorrow, they were sincere and there was no hint of insincerity in his words.

It's probably not a problem with the dish itself.

But Qi Han was still puzzled. He composed himself and spoke again, "Then... if it's convenient, could you tell me why you were crying?"

"So that's why?" The man suddenly realized, then looked somewhat amused and exasperated. "I'm sorry for behaving inappropriately at your establishment."

He shook his head, a bitter smile on his face. "My tears have nothing to do with your store. I was just reminded of some sad things. It's not that I have any complaints about your store."

Is it because of his own private matters?

Qi Han breathed a sigh of relief, then his heart skipped a beat.

Side Quest 5!

Three stories related to food!

Perhaps, the opportunity is right in front of us?

"If possible, could I be a listener?" Qi Han's expression turned serious. "Perhaps I can help you."

"Help me?" The middle-aged man was somewhat taken aback, but there was no joy on his face. "Boss Qi, can you bring the dead back to life?"

Obviously not.

If someone is seriously ill and bedridden, the Qing Dynasty's "Ten Thousand Blessings Meat" might be able to help.

But the person had already passed away, and even a Limit Douluo with healing abilities could not bring them back to life.

Gods might be able to do it, but where are the gods in the Douluo Continent?

"I'm sorry, did a family member pass away?" Qi Han shook his head; he was afraid he couldn't help with this.

"She is my mother." The middle-aged man's face darkened, but he began to speak slowly and deliberately.

"Boss Qi, do you know? This is the largest city on the mainland. Even the wages for waiters and manual laborers here are much higher than in other places. So, every year, many people come to Shrek City with dreams, hoping to start a better life here."

Qi Han nodded in agreement.

Countless young people who flocked to first-tier cities like Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou in their past lives were all harboring the same dream, hoping to find more opportunities in big cities.

"I was just a teenager when I first came to Shrek City." A hint of reminiscence appeared on the man's face. "Back then, I didn't know anything. With just a burst of enthusiasm, I saved up a few silver soul coins for travel expenses and came here from my remote hometown. Can you guess what my first job was?"

Before Qi Han could reply, the man smiled and said, "It's a newsboy, the kind of job that involves delivering newspapers to people every day."

“This job is actually quite hard. Every day you have to go from street to street delivering newspapers. It’s not just about hawking newspapers on the street. But I’m just an ordinary person with no special skills, so this is the only job I can do.” The man’s smile gradually became more relaxed. “Even if it’s just a newspaper boy job, I can get one silver soul coin every day. In a month, that’s three gold soul coins.”

“In my hometown, that remote little town, earning three gold soul coins a month was considered a pretty decent income.” He had a hint of self-deprecation on his face. “But here, even someone like me with no special skills can earn an income that I used to envy. Tell me, how could I bear to leave Shrek City?”

“My mother was against me coming here from the very beginning. She said that big cities have their downsides, and wouldn’t it be better to settle down in my hometown, get married, and have children?” The man shook his head and smiled silently. “At the time, I thought she was short-sighted and that her thinking would only hinder me from pursuing my own life.”

“During my first month as a newsboy, I scrimped and saved, scrimping and saving, and managed to scrape together a single gold soul coin to send home.” The man’s face grew increasingly bitter. “I was being defiant; I wanted to tell her that I was doing very well and that she was wrong.”

“But… that month I lived in a cramped shack, where it was difficult to even turn over in bed. I ate the cheapest white steamed buns and could only afford to eat meat-filled buns once a week.” A tear slowly slid down the man’s cheek, landing on his well-tailored shirt along the dried tear stain.

"That was... my worst month."

Chapter 244 The son wishes to care for his parents, but they are no longer there.

"And then? What happened next?"

At the next table, a burly man in tight-fitting clothes couldn't help but urge them on.

The surroundings had become quiet at some point, and the voices of other diners gradually faded away.

Many diners noticed the man and quieted down to listen attentively to his story.

Several diners were also in low spirits, probably because the man's story reminded them of their own past experiences, and they felt a sense of empathy for him.