Lin Chen thought this was the most delicious meal he'd had in years.
Familiar taste, familiar feeling.
Especially that dish "Si Chen," which gave Lin Chen a special feeling while eating.
"You guys continue eating, I'm going to the restroom." Lin Chen said and left the room.
On his way back from the restroom, he passed by the lobby and suddenly noticed a commotion coming from near the counter.
Looking in the direction of the disturbance, he saw a man with a scar on his face shouting about something with the assistant manager.
"Sir, we have a strict no-credit policy here. Please pay before you leave."
"No credit, damn it! Open your eyes and see who I am, did you see the scar on my face? You don't recognize Scar Uncle from East City?"
"I'm sorry, but that's our restaurant's policy," the assistant manager said firmly.
"Policy!" Scar Uncle's face suddenly turned cold, and with a wave, he slapped him.
"Smack!" The powerful slap landed heavily on the assistant manager's face.
