The Old Place BBQ Stall was where Lin Chu's dream had begun, and it was also the spot where he and Wang Zhefei had crushed countless skewers.
What made it memorable was that back then, they were two broke nobodies fresh out of college who had just started working. When Lin Chu got his first-month's salary, 5,800 yuan, he could finally afford a decent meal. He had called Wang Zhefei over, and they had eaten to their hearts' content. The sense of satisfaction and accomplishment he felt then was no less than his first time eating at EnSue, maybe even greater.
After that, it became their regular spot.
The food was just okay, but the nostalgia factor was off the charts.
When the Lamborghini pulled up, Lin Chu opened the door and got out to see Wang Zhefei already eating. He had already finished two bottles of beer and was drenched in sweat in the midsummer evening.
As she got out of the car, Lin Xiwan was a little curious. 'A roadside stall?'
