At the front desk, there's a middle-aged man standing there wiping the sweat off his forehead and then he says: "Hello, I'd like to order some dishes!"
The receptionist smiles, but for some reason, there's a hint of helplessness in the smile: "Guest, our restaurant isn't open for business yet..."
After all, it's not even ten in the morning yet. Unless there's a banquet, it's unlikely for the restaurant to open this early.
The tea room upstairs is open, but it's fully booked, so there's no point in mentioning it again.
"I know, I know..." The other party also starts to laugh: "Look, we're familiar with each other now, no need for formalities—serve me a dish of amaranth in red soup at one o'clock in the afternoon!"
Then he scans the QR code to pay adeptly: "Look, I've paid, I know it's 288!"
