As she looked at Bu Fang, Yang Meiji's eyes widened; his firm confidence had left her feeling puzzled. Yang Meiji completely understood how difficult running a restaurant in the Heavenly Mist City was.
In the Heavenly Mist City, all other industries had more prospects than a restaurant.
"Are you truly confident about this?" Yang Meiji took a deep breath and asked him again.
Since Bu Fang could take out delicious dishes like that strange pancake he had just given her, then he might truly have a possibility of defeating the surrounding elixir stores.
Yang Meiji was still enjoying the aftertaste of the delicious dish. Its taste was so delicious, it roused her infatuation for it; even the dishes cooked by her father, who was the first owner of the Cloud Mist Restaurant, weren't as delicious as it.
