He drove the car over without hesitation, made a U-turn, and parked at the entrance of a restaurant across the street.
The restaurant door was open, and yellow light shone from within. The interior must have been sumptuously decorated, but that wasn't important now. What mattered most was filling his stomach.
Cao Baming got out of the car, used the remote control in his hand to lock the doors casually, and then walked towards the restaurant entrance.
A man dressed in a black suit, even wearing a tie, walked over proactively. It turned out he wasn't a doorman but a waiter!
Judging by its appearance alone, this restaurant seemed to be of a rather high caliber.
"Cao Baming!?"
Suddenly, the meticulously dressed waiter exclaimed, his face a mask of astonishment as if he had seen a ghost.
Another fan? How tiresome. Cao Baming continued to walk forward with a calm expression. At this moment, due to extreme hunger and fatigue, he was too lazy to offer any polite response.
Looking at the man in front of him, who was beaming like a child, Cao Baming offered a faint smile and then walked directly towards the main entrance.
The waiter himself knew best how excited one felt upon seeing their idol. Cao Baming's response was more than satisfactory, and he wasn't an ungrateful person.
This waiter's job was to guide guests into the restaurant, offer a brief introduction, and present themselves with an air of high-class prestige.
Beyond that, his job included another task: to try and discern how wealthy a guest was. Their status was sometimes evident in their faces, their demeanor, and their habitual movements. Of course, the most obvious indicators were the cars they arrived in, their clothing, and their watches.
Although they claimed not to treat different people differently, that was merely a facade. In reality, dealing with VIP clients was entirely different from dealing with ordinary people.
Since Cao Baming had been recognized, there was no need for further speculation about his identity. The world knew how wealthy he was. At this moment, he was likely the most distinguished guest this restaurant had ever hosted, and tonight was destined to be unforgettable.
Cao Baming walked ahead, and the waiter simply followed behind, offering brief introductions and guidance as they moved towards the inner dining area, pointing out the restaurant's specialty dishes along the way.
To avoid sounding too verbose, the waiter's words were concise and to the point, avoiding unnecessary elaboration. This was also because he understood Cao Baming's personality; he was a straightforward person who surely wouldn't appreciate someone babbling behind him.
At this moment, Cao Baming could hardly be bothered. All he wanted was to eat. Being so hungry, he had no mind for anything else, not even time to properly contemplate the limited-time mission he had received.
What was the significance of the average goal count needing to reach 2.66? Or was he just a little short of it? Without careful study, he had no idea about such data at present.
He decided not to dwell on it. Just then, the waiter handed him the final menu. The first four or five pages were ordinary paper, although the paper quality was quite high. However, it couldn't compare to the last two pages of this menu.
The reason was obvious: these last two pages had a pure, golden background, and even felt cool to the touch.
Seeing Cao Baming's fingers tracing the last two pages, his attention captivated by the final pages before even glancing at the content, the waiter's eyes gleamed.
"Haha, you truly have an eye for quality! This is our restaurant's ultimate menu. For ordinary customers, we provide a regular menu that does not include these last two pages. Furthermore, this is the only such menu in our entire establishment!"
Hearing this, Cao Baming's eyes lit up. The only one? Did that mean... The waiter paused briefly before continuing.
"These last two pages are not made of gold leaf or anything similar. They are crafted from pure gold, and the dishes within are our owner's secret recipes. We don't advertise them, and ordinary people don't even have the qualification to taste them. Only esteemed guests like yourself warrant such a presentation!"
Upon hearing this, Cao Baming put down the menu, his initial suspicion confirmed. He had indeed sensed something unusual.
The first indication was the menu's considerable weight; how could just a few pages be so heavy? Another was the texture when he touched it. While a single touch couldn't definitively determine if it was real gold, combining it with various other details led him to believe the waiter's words were genuine, with no hint of falsehood.
After listening to the waiter's explanation, Cao Baming nodded with satisfaction and then turned his gaze back to the two distinctive golden pages.
The names of many dishes were engraved upon them, and even the illustrations were entirely done through carving, making one marvel at the exquisite craftsmanship.
The illustrations were lifelike and vivid, even more so than ordinary black and white photographs. The details were meticulously rendered, with even the glints of light on the food depicted through carving!
Cao Baming thought to himself that he was hungry. Whether the food was good or not, he needed to fill his stomach first. The portions on the menu appeared small, which was typical for high-end restaurants, so there was nothing surprising about that.
He would just order more.