Lin Feng tasted it carefully, activated his skills, and instantly got the ingredients of the soup base.

Jiang Anmin is studying abroad and has only heard of this restaurant but has never eaten there.

"I think the taste is okay."

Lin Jiajun said, "It's really not working anymore. I've been to this store a few times, and now the taste is just so-so."

The man who had been eating hot pot silently suddenly spoke up.

"My friend owns a 400-square-meter hot pot restaurant, and now he wants to transfer it as a whole."

"Do you want to know more about it?"

Damn it, they only expected more than 100 square meters.

Four hundred square meters is completely beyond their financial affordability.

The man said, "It's over there on Daoxiang Road. My friend plans to transfer the whole place after the Chinese New Year. It's still open now, but there's no business."

"Actually, you can go and have a look, and you won't lose anything."

Lin Jiajun feels like he has a sudden illness and seeks medical treatment indiscriminately.

“With four hundred square meters, it’s scary to think about the rent.”

"It's okay, we're just going to take a look, since we're already here."

The two of them looked at Lin Jiajun at the same time.

"Then go and see."

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