Yin Dang and Lin Qianxue waited for half an hour, but the dishes they had ordered still hadn’t arrived. Yin Dang frowned impatiently. “What’s taking so long? I still have a performance to put on!”
Lin Qianxue sighed helplessly. “That’s just how this restaurant is—slow service, awful food, terrible attitude—and yet, somehow, business is booming.”
“Heh, that’s because they’re using the Evil Spirit Fortune Method,” Yin Dang sneered.
“The Evil Spirit Fortune Method?” Lin Qianxue asked, confused.
“Heh, you wouldn’t understand even if I explained. In short, the Xinglong Grand Restaurant is using this technique to steal your restaurant’s fortune. That’s why your business is bad while theirs thrives,” Yin Dang said in a low voice.
The more he refused to explain, the more curious Lin Qianxue b
