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The crispy fried chicken was brought to the table. The man first unhurriedly took out a pack of wet wipes from his bag and carefully wiped his hands and the table.

Then he took out his phone and took several photos of the dishes before taking out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder.

He picked up a piece of boneless meat and put it in his mouth. The texture that bit down gave him four words in his mind instantly.

Crispy, fragrant, juicy, tender.

He was extremely satisfied.

This piece of meat should be from the chicken breast. Many people would make it dry and tasteless, but this piece was tender and soft, bursting with juice when bitten down.

He ate up at an unhurried pace, then waved to call Gong Sister-in-law over, flipped through the menu over and over again, and ordered a sweet and sour ribs.

Gong Sister-in-law took the order to the kitchen. While scrutinizing the Ding Sha, she murmured, "It doesn't seem like the keyboard..."

Just as she was murmuring, she saw the man nonchalantly yet elegantly take out a bottle of mouthwash and rinsed his mouth.

He typed on his phone, stopping from time to time as if editing something.

The sweet and sour ribs were brought up quickly.

As usual, Xiao Jun took photos with his phone before picking up a new pair of chopsticks to pick up a piece of caramelized, shiny, oily rib and took a bite.

The rib was substantial, slightly bigger than those cut at ordinary restaurants. When bitten down, the texture was solid and plump, very satisfying and surprising.

The flavor was moderately sweet and sour. It even had pineapples, not knowing where the pineapples came from this season, but the refreshing, slightly sour taste of the pineapple no doubt added to the dining experience.

When he tasted the juicy pineapple, it felt very surprising.

The man steadily finished this dish as well.

He wiped his mouth and tidied himself up before going to pay at the front desk.

After settling the bill, he politely explained his purpose.

"Hello, I'm an editor from a gourmet magazine. I saw your restaurant in Fei's livestream, so I came specifically to experience it. May I speak with your chef or owner?"

Zhuang Auntie was stunned for a moment and looked reflexively at Ding Sha who was walking over.

"Hello, I'm the owner of this restaurant. May I ask what this is regarding?"

The man repeated his self-introduction, "My name is Hu Zhilin."

Ding Sha brought him to sit on the stone chairs in the yard.

"What do you think? How was the meal?" Ding Sha asked Gong Sister-in-law to pour a cup of hot water.

"It was worth the trip." Hu Zhilin's review was very high.

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Xiao Jun was still busy in the kitchen. Hu Zhilin probably wanted to ask them some questions, so he chatted casually with Ding Sha and waited until Xiao Jun finished to get down to business.

"I'd like to do a feature on your little restaurant in our magazine, with photos and text together. What do you think?"

Xiao Jun looked at Ding Sha and thought for a moment, "Okay, but no photos of people."