Kapitel 883: If Only I Could Marry Him

"Have you tried the new dish?"

"The one that smells like feet that haven't been washed in years? No. And I don't plan to."

"Yeah. It's stinky as hell, so don't bother trying it. After all, they only serve 100 portions each day."

The guests waiting outside the restaurant were chatting away. Obviously stinky tofu had beaten tofu pudding and become the new most popular topic of conversation.

"Carla, don't tell me you're taking me here to try this new dish they're talking about," a girl in a purple golden outfit said with a worried look to her friend in pink standing in front of her.

Her name was Christy, a manager at a branch of Buffett Banks at the young age of 23. She had only worked there for five years, but her outstanding performance had secured her fame as well as a high position.