"Oh dear, let's go, hurry up..."
Old Qin, dressed in a traditional Chinese outfit, lightly shook the folding fan in his hand and leisurely walked to the Delicious Restaurant with Lao Liu, who had deliberately come over from West City Old Street.
However, Old Qin, who was as sharp-eared and bright-eyed as ever, with a nose sharper than a dog's, caught a whiff of a distinctive aroma wafting from inside the restaurant as they approached, and with a look of delight, he quickly urged Lao Liu to hurry.
Lao Liu, not understanding, said helplessly, "We're already at the door, what's the rush?"
"Lao Liu, let me tell you, Boss Huang has a new dish at noon today. This aroma is different from last night's sweet and sour ribs. It smells like garlic ribs..."
As Old Qin spoke, he dragged Lao Liu into the restaurant in haste.
Upon entering the restaurant...
They saw many customers gnawing on garlic ribs, accompanied by praises for Huang Tao's culinary skills echoing in their ears.
