"Yeah..." Gu Mo nodded repeatedly, fully agreeing with the owner’s words, while lavishly offering his praise, "I’ve never had such delicious food before, it feels like I’ve been living in vain. If I had known about your restaurant earlier, I definitely wouldn’t have been ordering takeout every day..."
Speaking of which, it really feels like I’ve lost a billion. If I had known there was such a restaurant just outside the neighborhood, I wouldn’t have stayed at home eating takeout.
But a restaurant of this caliber shouldn’t have gone unnoticed. It feels like just the allure of it could create a whole business district... No matter how you think about it, it’s a very strange thing, and as he gradually calmed down, he couldn’t ignore this point.
"Haha, you’re too kind..." The owner chuckled, looking quite humble, but his expression betrayed a bit of joy. As a chef, hearing a diner’s compliments, even if exaggerated yet so sincere, indeed felt comforting.
"By the way, boss, has this restaurant always been called by this name? How long has it been open?"
Gu Mo hesitated, then decided to ask directly, choosing to face his doubts head-on and verify things—if this restaurant had been open for a long time and always had this name, given the owner’s displayed level of skill, it definitely couldn’t have remained unknown...
If it really had no reputation and no one knew about it, then the problem would be serious.
It’s very likely that this restaurant is just average, and it’s just that not only his sight and hearing, but even his taste and smell have started to undergo some sort of transformation...
"Yes, it’s always been called this. I’m Soma Joichiro, and that’s my son, Soma Yukihira... So the restaurant was named that way." The owner didn’t think too much and started chatting, "As for how long the business has been around, I guess it’s been quite a few years..."
Soma Joichiro, Soma Yukihira...
Gu Mo raised an eyebrow, watching as the "???" above the father and son’s heads quickly blurred, then cleared, finally turning into the two names the man just mentioned.
—"Soma Joichiro (93%)."
—"Soma Yukihira (97%)."
He was a bit surprised: "So, are you guys from Area 11?"
Soma Joichiro was a bit taken aback by the question. This question... coming to Area 11 and asking if he’s a local, what kind of move is that? But the way the other person asked made him realize something, looking the young man across up and down, he nodded and smiled in response:
"Yes, but it seems like you’re from the Celestial Dynasty, aren’t you?"
Gu Mo blinked, finding the question odd... coming to the Celestial Dynasty to open a business and asking if the locals are from the Celestial Dynasty is quite strange.
But he didn’t think much of it, just nodded as well, glanced again at the young man busying himself by the stove, and couldn’t help but say: "Boss, the two of you speak Chinese really well. I didn’t even notice you were from Area 11 just now. It’s really impressive..."
It seems they’ve really been doing business here for a long time, otherwise, they wouldn’t speak such fluent Chinese.
It’s perfectly authentic, without any of that weird accent that foreigners usually have when speaking Chinese, so much so that he didn’t react immediately at first and thought the other party were locals.
Gu Mo made an objective evaluation.
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Soma Joichiro was taken aback again, a bunch of question marks popping up over his head. Why does this person keep speaking nonsense?
By any measure, it should be this strange foreign guest’s Japanese that’s too fluent, so why is he complimenting him and his son instead...