Chapter 526

"Order whatever you want."

The man was about fifty years old, with a scruffy beard and a noticeable limp, clearly having some issues with his legs. He wore what used to be a white chef's coat, now stained yellow with oil and grease. He spoke impatiently.

There was no doubt this man was the owner and chef of the snack shop.

This was common in many snack shops; otherwise, hiring another chef would basically mean working for that chef, leaving no profits.

"Hmm, then I’ll have stir-fried shredded potatoes with green peppers, dry tofu with hot peppers, a pork ear salad, a plate of stir-fried peanuts, and two bottles of beer..."

After briefly glancing at the shop owner, Liam shifted his gaze to the menu on the wall and smiled as he placed the order.

"Alright, wait a moment."

The snack shop owner, still showing that indifferent attitude as if others owed him money, responded before walking back into the kitchen.