After queuing for 5 minutes, Sheyan felt as though someone was spying on him, but he saw no one upon glancing around. Upon entering, he saw a house full of people with heads buried in bowls, as they wheezed its contents. A rich aroma of scallion lingered within the place. The floor was mushy and released a misconception of stepping on a football turf field. In actual fact, this was due to the reckless littering of used tissues, forming into a thin layer on the ground; alongside bones, chopsticks and other litters. Probably due to their busy schedule, the bosses of this place couldn’t care about the hygiene of the area. "What’re you having?" A waitress impatiently asked. Sheyan raised his head before the familiar face of the lady boss greeted him. She was thin and almost all her hair had turned white. Her lips were thin yet stubbornly pursued, while her dressing was simple and plain with an apron wrapped around her. It was washed clean while he cuffs and trousers were folded up. She emanated an astute and capable impression, being exceedingly efficient. "Oh, I’m here for some dishes." Sheyan scratched his head and answered. "Wait here." The lady boss practically sounded like a robot, shooting her words rapidly. She then directed her attention to the next person. "What’re you having?" After approximately half an hour, Sheyan finally received the qualification of proceeding to the upper floor. He sat at a table filled with cold leftovers.