Douluo Continent on the tip of the tongue

Crying is an action, but sometimes it can also be an adjective.

For example, if you eat a delicious food that you have never tasted before, you can use "it's so delicious that you'll cry" to describe how delicious it is.

Hanshi's delicacies are often described in this way by diners, and Qi Han has become somewhat calm.

But among those diners who described the dishes as "so delicious that they made me cry", none of them actually cried.

And now...

Looking in the direction of Fuya's finger, Qi Han raised his eyebrows fiercely when he saw the diner who was already in tears.

Have you ever really made yourself cry after eating a meal?

And...looking at the sad look on that diner's face, it didn't seem like he was crying because of the delicious food in the store.

He was a middle-aged male diner, and his clothes looked quite elegant. He seemed to be an ordinary working-class person in Shrek City, with a medium income.

Could it be that after eating the food, I felt it was not worth the price and felt distressed because I felt it was a waste of money?

Qi Han's heart skipped a beat.

"What did he order?"

It's possible that you mistakenly order a controversial dish such as fried pork sausage and don't like it.

They were too far apart and Qi Han couldn't see clearly what the food on the other party's table was, so he asked this question.

“I ordered a pan-fried honey rib.”

Pan-fried honey ribs?

Qi Han frowned fiercely.

Shouldn't it?

This dish has always received rave reviews in the store.

"Ask him to wait a moment." Qi Han looked at the unfinished dishes on hand, "I'll go and ask in person after finishing these dishes."

After much thought, Qi Han decided to go and talk to the other party in person.

Some diners are dissatisfied with Hanshi's dishes. This is no small matter.

Qi Han quickly cooked the unfinished dishes in his hands and put them on the partition. Qi Han wiped his hands with a clean towel, then took off the apron he was wearing and hung it aside. He walked out of the kitchen and came to the dining area, looking for someone.

Then he quickly walked to the middle-aged diner.

There happened to be an empty seat opposite the middle-aged diner, so Qi Han thought for a while and quickly sat in front of him.

There is an empty dinner plate in front of the middle-aged diner, which is used to hold pan-fried honey ribs.

Seeing the empty dinner plate, Qi Han breathed a sigh of relief.

If you can finish eating, you shouldn’t have too many objections to the food in the store, right?

"I'm sorry, but I would like to ask if there is any lack of hospitality in our store?"

The diner was immersed in his own sorrow. When he heard Qi Han's question, he raised his head and looked at Qi Han as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Soon, he recognized the young man sitting opposite him, who was the owner of this cold food restaurant.

"No...I am very satisfied with the food in your restaurant." The diner said with a forced smile.

Such an answer did not satisfy Qi Han.

So his voice became a little gentler, "That's right, if there is any poor reception in our store, please leave your valuable comments, and our store will definitely make corrections with reference to it."

"This..." The middle-aged diner was slightly stunned, but still shook his head, "Boss Qi, right? I really have no objection to your restaurant's food, or..."

He pointed to the empty plate in front of him, "This pan-fried honey rib is really delicious like I have never tasted before."

Qi Han looked steadily at the man in front of him. Although his eyes were full of sadness, they were very sincere and there was no feeling of insincerity in his words.

Probably, it's really not the problem with this dish.

But Qi Han was still confused. He sorted out his words and spoke again, "Then...if it's convenient, can you tell me the reason for your tears?"

"So that's why?" The man suddenly realized, and then he said with a bit of laughter, "I'm sorry, I lost my temper in your store."

He shook his head, with a wry smile on his face, "My tears have nothing to do with your store. I just thought of some sad things. I have no objection to your store."

Is it because of your own personal matters?

Qi Han breathed a sigh of relief, and then his heart skipped a beat.

Side mission five!

Three food-related stories!

Perhaps, there is an opportunity right in front of us?

"If possible, can I be a listener?" Qi Han's expression became serious, "Maybe I can help you."

"Help me?" The middle-aged man was a little stunned, but there was no joy on his face. "Boss Qi, can you bring the dead back to life?"

Obviously not.

If you are seriously ill and bedridden, Qinggong Wanfu Meat may be helpful.

But the person has passed away, and even a healing-type Ultimate Douluo cannot save him.

Gods may be able to do it, but where did the gods come from on Douluo Continent?

"I'm sorry, is it your family member who passed away?" Qi Han shook his head, I'm afraid he can't help with this.

"It's my mother." The middle-aged man's face became a little gloomy, and he started talking and spoke loudly.

"Boss Qi, do you know? This is the largest city in the mainland. Here, even serving dishes and doing hard work, the price is much higher than other places. Therefore, many people come to Shrek City every year with dreams.

People want to start a better life here."

Qi Han nodded in agreement.

In previous lives, countless young people who went to first-tier cities like Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou had the same dream, hoping to find more opportunities in big cities?

"That was the year when I first came to Shrek City, and I was only a teenager." The man's face showed a hint of reminiscence, "At that time, I didn't know anything, and with my passion, I saved a few Gintama coins for travel expenses.

When I came here from my remote hometown, guess what my first job was?"

Before Qi Han could answer, the man smiled and said, "I'm a newsboy, and I have the job of delivering newspapers to people every day."

"This job is actually quite hard. I have to walk through the streets delivering newspapers every day. It's not just a matter of selling newspapers on the streets. But I'm just an ordinary person with no special skills. I can only do this." The man smiled with a smile on his face.

Gradually, he became more relaxed and said, "Even if you just work as a newsboy, you can get one Silver Soul Coin every day, which is three Gold Soul Coins a month."

"In my hometown, that remote small town, earning three gold soul coins a month is considered a decent income." There was a bit of self-mockery on his face, "But here, you have nothing to do.

I can also get an income that I once envied. How could I be willing to leave Shrek City?"

"My mother was opposed to me coming here from the beginning. She said that big cities are not as good as big cities. Wouldn't it be better to marry a wife and have children in your hometown?" The man shook his head and smiled silently, "I was

I feel that she is very short-sighted and that her thoughts will only hinder me from pursuing my own life."

"In the first month of being a newsboy, I scrimped on food and clothing, squeezed out a gold soul coin, and sent it home." The bitterness on the man's face gradually grew, "I was angry, and I wanted to tell her that I

Living a very good life, she was wrong."

"But... I lived in a crowded shack that month. It was difficult to even turn over when sleeping. I ate the cheapest white steamed buns. I could only bear to eat steamed buns with meat fillings once a week." A tear slowly slipped from the man's cheek.

, falling on his elegant shirt along the dried tears.

"That was my...worst month."