"You said you'd die if you couldn't finish it." Huanglian jokingly threatened and handed Zhuo Yihang a dish. "Well, you can start your meal when you put it on the table."

Because it was eaten by two people, neither Zhuo nor Zhuo Yihang had a particularly big appetite, so they only made three dishes and one soup, one meat, two vegetable and one soup, which was simple and seemed to sell well. Tomatoes, scrambled eggs, red and yellow, chicken and stir-fried lettuce steamed.

Huanglian filled Zhuo Yihang with a bowl of rice and sat down opposite him. "Try it. How does it taste?"

"Ouch." Zhuo Yihang took chopsticks and clipped...