Although she had been working for two years, Detective Amy Rohrbach still couldn't get used to the night shift.

So, after the painful night was over, she packed up her things and was about to run to the garage with her keys.

But she had only taken a few steps when she suddenly remembered that she had a confidential file to give to the forensic doctor.

Resigned to her fate, Amy closed her eyes and dragged her tired body back to her office. She opened the safe and took out the file to give it to the forensic doctor.

After delivering the file, she stretched her stiff body and went downstairs.

When she passed the pantry, she saw a few colleagues who were on good terms with her gathered by the window and whispering to each other.

Out of curiosity, Amy stopped and asked casually, "What happened?"

"Those weirdly dressed people are here again." Her colleague turned around and sighed. "Did the boss of the restaurant offend anyone?

They've been giving her trouble lately. "

Amy approached the window and followed her colleague's gaze. Sure enough, a dozen people in uniform were gathered at the entrance of the restaurant.

Narrowing her eyes, she recognized the words on the clothes. "World Confederation of Exotic Gastronomy … Gotham Branch?

Have you heard of this organization? "

Her colleague said, "No, I haven't. It's a random organization, right?

The kind that takes money to do things for people. "

Another colleague said, "Why doesn't Detective Grayson do anything about it? That's the legendary mother of his child."

"Shh!"

Someone immediately looked at Dick's office warily. "Keep your voice down. Are you afraid that Grayson doesn't know that we're gossiping about his family in the group chat?"

That person shrank back in fear and said stubbornly, "You're really careful. Grayson isn't here …"

After saying this, the few of them suddenly remembered that Ai Mi was Dick's partner. They all had awkward expressions on their faces and randomly came up with excuses before scattering like birds and beasts.

Amy didn't care. Although she and Dick were partners, they weren't close. She even felt that Dick was deliberately giving her the cold shoulder and didn't seem to want to work with her.

"Why are you running away? I'm in the group too. I've seen everything that needs to be seen. Who isn't an onlooker?" Amy mumbled. She took a few more glances at the newly renovated restaurant across the street before turning to leave.

After the night shift, she was tired, sleepy, and hungry. She just wanted to go home and rest.

*

Five minutes later, Amy sat in the dining room and looked at the newly pasted star-striped wallpaper on the wall, feeling melancholy.

Obviously, he just couldn't hold back his curiosity and wanted to see what the lady boss looked like in person. How did he get tricked into coming in by the golden-haired chef?

A few weeks ago, he was still complaining about the taste of the superhero themed restaurant in the group. He even secretly hoped that it would not open. Why did he lose all his resistance and be obediently led to his seat by the waiter when he smelled the fragrance from the kitchen?

All of this melancholy and confusion disappeared when the only waiter brought over a bowl of fragrant and exotic food.

"What, what is this?"

Amy asked with a trembling voice. The fear of being dominated by this restaurant swept over her, making her almost run out of the door.

The waiter, who was wearing a rough Spider-man uniform, said, "This is Vietnamese river noodles. Please enjoy.

This is fish sauce. You can add it according to your taste. "

Amy thanked him and picked up the spoon with a trembling hand.

The bowl of soup noodles in front of her had a clear and bright color. It was layered with thin and even slices of beef, sprinkled with bright red millet peppers and various green leaves. The beige river noodles floated in the soup. The color combination was appropriate and looked very beautiful.

But … But …

Amy stole a few glances at the diner at the next table who was engrossed in eating. He was eating another kind of food with soup. It was a bit like wide spaghetti, but it smelled like fish.

Spaghetti with fish flavor. What would it taste like?

Amy shivered again and almost lost her grip on the spoon.

Forget it. Since I'm already here and they've already made it, how can I waste food?

Amy repeatedly persuaded herself. After she had more or less mentally prepared herself, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. With a feeling of facing death with equanimity, she drank a spoonful of the soup that was so clear that it revealed a hint of strangeness.

Amy was originally prepared to drink the soup that had a rancid smell, but when the soup entered her mouth, she was immediately stunned.

There was no rancid smell, no smell of dishcloth, and no metallic smell of stainless steel. Instead, it had a rich and refreshing taste.

There was the freshness of beef, the fragrance of lemon, the spiciness of millet peppers, a touch of sweetness, and the unique taste of other exotic spices that she could not name.

Am I hallucinating because I'm so hungry?

Amy was dumbfounded, but her hand could not help but scoop up another spoonful of soup and bring it to her mouth.

When the hot and spicy soup entered her mouth, it stimulated the secretion of saliva and made her sweat all over. After swallowing it, her stomach also became warm, and her cold limbs gradually became warm. In an instant, the fatigue from the night shift was swept away.

Amy did not know how to use chopsticks, so she used a fork to roll up the rice noodles. It was hard to imagine that the translucent rice noodles could be both smooth and just the right amount of toughness. She could not stop eating at all.

She buried her head and ate like crazy. Halfway through, she even fearlessly added some fish sauce that she had never eaten before, making the soup even more delicious.

It was not until the big bowl of rice noodles was empty and even the side dishes were all eaten that she put down the spoon in satisfaction and sent a message in the group: "Comrades, our spring has arrived!

The new restaurant is worth looking forward to! "

Colleague A: "…"

Colleague B: "…"

Colleague C: "…"

Colleague D: "You … You've been seduced by the lady boss's beauty and want to become a love rival with Grayson?"

Colleague E: "Let's fight, let's fight!!!"

Amy: "Hehe, I won't argue with you guys. Facts will prove everything!"

*

After eating and drinking to their heart's content, Amy waved for the waiter to pay the bill, but he seemed to be comforting a few crying customers. The lady boss, who happened to be free, came over personally.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little busy right now." Gu Shanna handed over the bill with a smile. "Today is the trial opening, so everything is 30% off."

After Amy paid the bill and tipped the waiter, the customers were still crying. She couldn't help but ask, "What are they crying about?"

Gu Shanna put away the money and said casually, "Well, they're from the World Confederation of Exotic Gastronomy. They're a little sad because our food has become so delicious and is no longer as good as it used to be."

Amy blinked in confusion. "What?"

Wasn't it a good thing that the restaurant's food had become delicious?

Where did this lunatic come from?!

Gu Shanna did not want to explain too much, so she simply said, "They have a unique taste and prefer the style of the previous restaurant."

Amy: "…"

*

During the lunch break, Peter came over to report that after the World Confederation of Exotic Gastronomy posted insults for four consecutive days, the popularity of the superhero themed restaurant had been completely stirred up.

Peter rubbed his hands excitedly. "We're lucky. Those four fat guys are all higher-ups of the Gotham branch. Not long after the article was posted, it was officially promoted and forwarded. It was even pinned at the top of the forum."

Gu Shanna was elated. "That's great!

You don't have to open a smurf account on the forum now. "

Gebbi and Jamie: "…"

Even though the lady boss had seriously explained what was going on with this wave of publicity, they still looked at each other in confusion every time they heard her and Peter discuss it. They did not know how to react.

Peter looked at the statistics software on his phone and said, "So far, the number of dark cuisine enthusiasts who came to make a pilgrimage today has increased by 10% compared to yesterday. The number of normal customers has also doubled."

"The more, the better!"

Gu Shanna laughed. "Go buy a few more handfuls of napkins. I'll cook. I'll give you guys an extra drumstick for lunch — no!

Lobster! "

Peter cheered and ran out to buy napkins without even changing his clothes.

Gebbi wiped the table and asked suspiciously, "Are we really a proper restaurant?"

Jamie tapped on the keyboard and said helplessly, "Every time I see the dark cuisine enthusiasts leaving in tears and the lady boss sending them off with a smile, I feel like I've entered a tiger's den."

Both of them glanced in the direction of the kitchen at the same time and shivered.

*

The popularity of the restaurant gradually rose under various arrangements. Gu Shanna saw that the number of regular customers was not small, so she planned to choose an auspicious day to officially open.

She opened the perpetual calendar and saw that the 19th of this month was a good day for everything.

"Okay, let's open on the 19th!"

Gu Shanna opened Instagram, selected a picture of festive braised pork, and announced the opening time.

During this period of trial opening, the restaurant could be said to have been in the teeth of the storm. It was scolded by the World Confederation of Exotic Gastronomy and praised by true fans.

In this regard, Gu Shanna, who was pressed to the ground by netizens time and time again, was unperturbed by this. She even laughed very loudly.

It was just that she often received Dick's message of condolence, which made her a little depressed.

Even if Gu Shanna repeatedly expressed that it was a good thing to have anti-fans and that she was not afraid of being scolded, Dick still had a "look for the police" look on his face, as if she was a child who had been bullied.