The chicken was undercooked, so Yu Jiaxiao had to throw it back in the pan.
The beef was tougher than leather, and Yu Jiaxiao’s jaw ached from chewing it.
The rib soup was just… off. There was something unplaceably wrong with it, as if a dishrag had been boiled in the pot.
The crabs, at least, were a success. At 588 bucks a pop—charged to Chu Weidong's card—they were premium quality. Steamed plain
















