The restaurant recommended by Du Desheng was tucked away in a relatively remote alley, and it didn't cover much ground. If Du Anrao hadn't known that Du Desheng was not the type to make baseless claims, she would never have imagined from the exterior that this humble little eatery supposedly housed the descendants of an imperial chef.
However, after stepping out of the car, she noticed that the surrounding area was packed with luxury vehicles. If an inexperienced driver were to accidentally scrape any of them, they would likely find life unbearable. Once inside the main entrance, she saw that every seat was taken. Even though it wasn't quite dinner time yet, a long queue had already formed spontaneously along the corridor.
Du Anrao watched the customers for a while and realized that most were middle-aged people in their forties or fifties. They dressed modestly, yet the watches, cufflinks, and other accessories they wore were clearly top-tier. Any one of them, if plucked from the crowd, would likely be a CEO of a company. Yet, here they were, packed into this tiny restaurant, waiting for a meal just like students in line.
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