That day at noon, Nalan Yan'er arrived at Chuyue Tower as usual. The place was packed, with guests occupying every seat both upstairs and downstairs.
Nalan Yan'er was very satisfied and was about to leave.
At that moment, a customer sitting by the street suddenly raised his voice.
"Manager, there's something off about this dish."
Nalan Yan'er's steps involuntarily paused.
Her expression turned unpleasant—was someone here to cause trouble?
The manager hurried over.
"Esteemed customer, this dish is a specialty of Chuyue Tower, and customers have always been very satisfied with it. Could you tell us what seems wrong with its taste?"
"Why don't you try it yourself? They say the cuisine at Chuyue Tower is exceptionally unique, but I think it's nothing special."
The customer pushed the dish towards the manager.
The manager was about to get angry, but a gentle voice came from behind.
"Esteemed customer, please calm your anger…"
