At this moment, a crowd had gathered at the kitchen entrance, and waitress Yang Rong couldn't stop them.
Seeing this, Lin Xiang went in through another door.
"Brother Shen, what's going on? Surely all these people aren't here to protest, right?"
Chef Shen rolled his eyes at Lin Xiang, "Don't you know why?"
Lin Xiang's eyes were clear, "Should I know why?"
Chef Shen pointed with his chin at the pot simmering spicy noodles, "They've all been drawn in by the aroma."
Only then did Lin Xiang realize that as she passed through the hall earlier with a bowl, the diners must have caught a whiff of the scent.
To be fair, today's spicy noodle dish was much tastier than the ones she sold at the market stall.
This was because the state-owned restaurant had more complete varieties of spices, many of which she couldn't buy at the supply and marketing cooperative, so she had to use inferior substitutes or even omit them entirely, resulting in a good taste but still missing something.
