The waiter was a young man in his early twenties, with a professional smile on his face and unmistakable nervousness.
Facing his inquiry, Lin Jie spoke bluntly: "More than three months ago, I had a meal here, and the taste of the food left a very deep impression on me."
"This time, I made a point of bringing my sister and friends to taste it. But..."
Lin Jie pointed at several dishes like the Eight Treasure Duck and Braised Pork, and said with disappointment, "Eating the same dishes again, I can be sure that the taste is not just a little worse."
"You said the chef hasn't changed, so can you tell me what exactly is the problem? I can assure you, it's not a problem with my taste buds."
"Oh, a regular customer!"
The tension on the waiter's face eased a bit, and he lowered his voice, saying, "To be honest, Chef Song is getting a bit older, and his skills have declined somewhat, so... please forgive us!"
"Oh, I see!"
