Number One Chinese Restaurant

Number One Chinese Restaurant

by Lillian Li

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ISBN-13: 9781250141293
Publisher: Holt, Henry & Company, Inc.
Publication date: 06/19/2018
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 46,567
Product dimensions: 6.10(w) x 9.50(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Lillian Li is from the D.C. metro area and lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Number One Chinese Restaurant is her first novel.

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CHAPTER 1

The waiters were singing "Happy Birthday" in Chinese. All fifteen of them had crowded around the party table, clapping their hands. Not a single one could find the tune. A neighboring table turned in their chairs to look. Their carver kept his eyes on the duck. The song petered out. The customer blew out the candle on her complimentary cheesecake, and, still applauding, the waiters scattered back to their tables, speaking the restaurant's English again.

"We need great leader," one waiter said to no one in particular. "Song not even song if no him."

Sitting silently in a booth nearby, Jimmy Han fingered his duck-patterned tie. The waiter had clearly meant for him to overhear. No one called him "great leader." Jimmy did have a strong and supple singing voice — a surprise, especially to those who knew him — but the staff's real nickname they used behind his back: "the little boss." Disrespectful, but what could he do? Most of the waiters had been around long enough to remember him as a boy. Some of them for thirty years. Who else outside his family had known him for that long? The waiters picked their way through the restaurant. Jimmy's chest began to ache, and he pressed his hand against the bulging fabric of his jacket pocket. The thick envelope resting inside seemed to seize, like a second heart.

On the other side of the booth, Uncle Pang betrayed nothing. He didn't look like a man about to walk away ten grand richer. He looked like a man who'd just finished his potstickers. Shallow pools of oil spotted his saucer. His thumbnail ran lazily over a blot of black vinegar on the tablecloth. Uncle Pang was always picking something apart.

"Will you be serving duck at your new restaurant?" he said suddenly. He'd been looking around the dining room, but his attention fell back onto Jimmy.

Jimmy let a familiar tingle of lightning shoot through him. He considered what had once been an impossible question.

"We'll see." He wet his finger in his glass of seltzer and cleaned a smudge off one of the framed headshots on the wall. "I have a lot of decisions to make." The envelope seized again; the lightning disappeared. "What can I even afford?"

Uncle Pang didn't react. He merely shifted in his seat. His right hand began to tap an impatient, cascading beat against the tablecloth, the rhythm skipping on the ring finger's turn. Forty years and Jimmy was still not used to the missing finger. The stub had just enough flesh to bend at the knuckle.

"A fool could tell you." Uncle Pang looked around once again for Ah-Jack, their waiter, before scratching at an unseen speck on his crystal watch face. "Duck is simply a chicken that takes longer to make."

Jimmy used his fists to push himself out of the corner he'd sunk into. "I'll go see what's keeping your duck." He bumped his ass down the squeaky vinyl seat, his long legs tangling beneath him.

"I was very happy to hear that Jack had come out of retirement," Uncle Pang said. "But he might no longer be Duck House material, don't you think?"

"It was Johnny's idea to hire him back," Jimmy said as he stood up. His older brother, in Hong Kong for another month, had a nasty habit of making decisions for the restaurant over Jimmy's head. This one he'd made right before jetting off in January. "Loyalty counts for too much with him."

"Yes." Uncle Pang inspected the blade of his knife and rubbed at a water stain. "A good thing loyalty means less to you."

Uncle Pang's English, always fluent, had grown more dramatic over the years, to great effect. A cold tail of sweat curled down Jimmy's lower back.

"I'll be quick." He bumped his hip lightly against the table.

"Take your time," Uncle Pang said. "I'll find someone to keep me company."

* * *

A quick scan of the crowded central dining room did not reveal Ah-Jack. Jimmy shifted his feet impatiently, before making his way through the restaurant. The main room's long, rectangular shape made it too narrow for the number of tables they'd managed to squeeze inside. The gaudy, overstuffed décor didn't help. A deep, matte red colored everything, from the upholstered chairs to the floral carpet to the Chinese knots hanging off the lantern lighting, their tassels low enough to graze the heads of taller customers. Framed photos of famous clientele protruded from the walls. His father's idea of class. The man had decorated the secondary dining room in the same fashion, except for a thick maroon curtain at the very back. What a pain in the ass to keep clean. Jimmy paused his search to beat the dust off the velvet drapes, pretending to inspect the air-conditioning vents above. He made sure the fabric still hid the blank wall behind. People preferred to believe in windows they couldn't see.

From the hostess stand, his niece, Annie, asked, "Have you tried the private party room," pointing to the doorway across from her. They could both clearly see that Ah-Jack was not in the private party room. She really was her father's daughter. Who else would wear heels to a job that had her on her feet for hours, heels that made her stand almost as tall as him? Jimmy snapped at her to stop leaning against her podium.

"It's your own fault your feet hurt," he said. "Stomping around like a damn ostrich ..."

He trailed off, the rest of his sentence forgotten.

Uncle Pang had found company after all. William, the newest busboy, was standing next to his booth. Uncle Pang said something, and the busboy lowered into a crouch. Jimmy drifted closer, until he was leaning against the bar. A section of the wall blocked the men from view, muffling their conversation.

"Amigo," he thought he could hear Uncle Pang saying, using the restaurant's nickname for Latino staff. "I heard you had a baby girl recently." The man wouldn't, of course, say where he'd heard this news; his sources were numerous, like worms beneath the soil. Jimmy stuck his head as far past the wall partition as he dared.

William was visible again, as he got up from his crouch. The busboy's hand was now in his pocket. Uncle Pang must have slipped a trinket into his fingers. Perhaps a pair of gold earrings, 24 karat and soft enough to eat. A few seconds later, William walked past the bar on his way to the kitchen. His head still respectfully dropped, he didn't see Jimmy trying to wave him over. Jimmy stopped himself from calling after the busboy. He was being paranoid. Uncle Pang had never been more than friendly with the restaurant staff. But Jimmy had underestimated the man before. He probed the false tooth embedded where his right canine should be.

Part of the Han family not by blood or marriage but by circumstance, Uncle Pang had known Bobby Han since Jimmy's father first arrived in America. Uncle Pang was, or had been, Bobby's longtime adviser and best friend, a man who'd darkened certain family photos like a finger on the lens. Although Uncle Pang was now in his late sixties, Jimmy had trouble seeing him as an older man. His physical movements might have slowed, but he continued to glide through the world as oiled as the remaining strands of his jet-black hair.

It was effortless, the way Uncle Pang granted wishes you didn't know you had, gluing you to him while you were busy fawning over a pair of baby's earrings. It pained Jimmy to realize he might be no better than the busboy, though at least he had been trapped by something larger than metal in a pretty shape. At least he had actually used Uncle Pang's connections. Without them, the Georgetown owner of that tapas chain would have never accepted his bid to buy out her lease on the waterfront. She hadn't even returned his calls before Uncle Pang stepped in. Of course, now Jimmy had to find the money he'd so generously offered. Uncle Pang had promised to take care of that as well.

Jimmy felt for the envelope, then turned on his heel before Uncle Pang could catch him spying. Blood pounded in his ears. He slipped into the cramped hallway that led into the kitchen. Where the hell was Ah-Jack?

At the mouth of the hallway, a current of Duck House staff buffeted Jimmy along. The Chinese and Spanish he'd banned from the dining room filled this narrow space, echoing off the walls. Waiters blocked traffic to grab beer from the lower fridge. Those stuck behind them pushed and scolded. On the opposite wall, busboys huddled against the main waiter station, pouring leftovers into paper cartons with hasty precision. At the end of the hallway, Jimmy nearly fell against the busing cart. An impatient Ah-Michael had shoved him while trying to grab an extra zodiac placemat from the shelf.

"So sorry, so sorry." The waiter pressed himself tight against the wall and slipped away. His tray dipped and rose above the heads of other rushing waiters and busboys. His tureen of duck bone soup barely rippled.

Already flushed from his search for Ah-Jack, Jimmy felt more heat rising up his tight collar, first at the nerve of Ah-Michael, with his poached-egg face, and then from the uncomfortably high temperature of the kitchen. Behind the stainless-steel divider, flames whooshed up to embrace giant woks, each cook casually stir-frying as fire sprang, volcanic, from the deep, blackened burners. How awestruck Jimmy had been by these sparking flares when he was a kid. Stuck at the restaurant on the weekends and through every summer, he used to sneak into the kitchen to stare at the sweaty cooks maneuvering the gas dials with their knees. He was transfixed by the fire roaring under their control. Inevitably, his father would drag him back out to pour water for the customers. But in those brief moments, Jimmy could forget his own misery.

"Where is Jack?" Jimmy grabbed one of the duck carvers, who had just hoisted her tray over her shoulder. "Where is the duck for table eight?" "They go." She gestured her head toward the kitchen's side exit. Her large, braided bun tapped against the duck on her tray. Jimmy wanted to yank the mass of hair out.

"Forget your hairnet again and I'll shave you bald."

He pushed her away and took the side exit from the kitchen, which put him back at the front of the restaurant. There he saw, to his anger and relief, the top of a shaggy-haired head. Ah-Jack was bent over, wrapping Uncle Pang's duck pancake.

Nan, his manager, hovered nearby. Hunched at the mouth of the private party room, she looked like an agitated collie, with her thin, feathered hair and bright eyes. Her stomach pooched over the gaudy belt she'd decided was management material. In all the years he'd known her, Jimmy had never seen the woman more than a few yards away from Ah-Jack. He suspected she was the one who'd gotten the old waiter's job back. Her love for Ah-Jack was one of many open secrets at the Duck House.

From the way Nan fiddled with her manager's headset, Jimmy could tell that she had read the dark expression on his face. When she saw him set off for Uncle Pang's booth, she sprang into action too. Jimmy was quicker. Agile only in this restaurant, he dipped under passing trays, squeezed through chairs pushed up against each other, and dodged a small posse of bored children, all without the slightest stumble. Before Nan could warn Ah-Jack, Jimmy was at his side, planting a heavy hand against the waiter's thin back. It was like palming a hollowed-out melon.

"I hope you've already apologized for the wait," Jimmy said.

"The kitchen give me bad duck first," Ah-Jack said to Uncle Pang. "I say, I not give bad duck for VIP! They take long time."

"We are so sorry." Jimmy pressed his hand into Ah-Jack's back.

"So sorry," Ah-Jack echoed, buckling into a bow.

Uncle Pang had already picked up his duck pancake.

"Not a problem," he said. "You're here now." He cleared his throat. "But we can't blame the kitchen for every mistake we make. If you'll humor me, I'd like to lay out how I want the rest of dinner to go."

The situation defused, Jimmy and Ah-Jack settled in for the lecture. But for some reason, Nan continued to approach the booth. What the hell did she think she was doing?

"I hope you remember that I like to eat my duck with my entrée, and not before," Uncle Pang was saying. "If you haven't already put in the order for the Szechuan lamb chops, you're going to have to rush it."

"Jack very busy." Nan broke into the huddle. Jimmy grabbed her wrist, but she ignored his fingernails. "May can taking your table. She very quick."

Uncle Pang recoiled as if Nan had rapped him on the forehead.

"I don't think I'll let Jack off so easily." He attempted a smile. "I just wanted to ask him to check on the progress of the lamb. Not a big request."

"You're not asking for too much at all." Jimmy fluttered his hands in front of his chest. "The lamb will be ready, Uncle. Jack probably remembered that you like to dine at a more leisurely pace."

"There is leisure," Uncle Pang said, his finger stabbing into the tablecloth, "and then there is just plain slow."

"We're very sorry." Jimmy tried to keep the sincerity in his voice from going flat. "I won't let this happen again. Let me send you a slice of cheesecake. And your bill is, as always, on the house."

The "as always" slipped out of his mouth so innocently that another person wouldn't have noticed. Uncle Pang, however, didn't believe in such accidents. Indiscretion was equal to insult.

"Jack, go check on my lamb," Uncle Pang said. "Nan, bring me an unopened bottle of this place's finest scotch. And two glasses."

"Just one glass," Jimmy said, but Uncle Pang waved his request away.

"Don't make a man ask twice for a drinking partner." Uncle Pang gestured to the seat across from him. He was acting playful, which meant he was a hair away from losing his temper. Jimmy's remaining nerve bowed in like a decaying floor.

With two sharp jabs, he sent Ah-Jack to the kitchen and Nan in the opposite direction. He settled gingerly into the booth. Nan hurried back with an amber bottle and two glasses. Uncle Pang patted her hand in thanks. He slid one of the glasses over to Jimmy and tipped in a heavy glug of scotch.

"You're too generous," Jimmy said, and felt instantly the quiver of another trap he'd seen too late: Uncle Pang was never generous without cause.

"I want to make a toast." Uncle Pang held up his glass. "Let's drink to the Beijing Glory. Our pride and joy."

Jimmy clinked his glass lightly against Uncle Pang's. He thought about taking a fortifying gulp but held his drink tightly against the table instead, as if trying to cut a circle out of the cloth.

"How's the progress?" he asked.

"We're almost there," Uncle Pang said. "You're doing well. Better under pressure than you used to be. Or maybe you've finally grown up. Another week or so, and I'll deliver what's been promised."

"You found investors?" Jimmy steeled himself against the lilt of hope in his chest.

Uncle Pang put his drink down mid-sip. "I never said anything about investors."

Jimmy pinched the cartilage piercing in his left ear and took a short sip of his seltzer. "You did," he said. "You said you were going to take the Duck House off my hands."

"I am going to take the Duck House off your hands."

The meaning of those words bubbled up so quickly inside Jimmy that he felt flooded. How could he have been so stupid? If Uncle Pang had found investors, he would have said "investors." If he had found buyers, he would have said "buyers." There was only one recourse that required such vague, precious phrasing. One recourse that would wedge Jimmy as far underneath the man's thumb as his father had been. Jimmy shook his head sharply. He wanted out. But Uncle Pang misunderstood.

"You were always a dense boy," he said. "Tell me, what did you think I meant?"

"I don't know." Jimmy wormed his finger into a hole in the vinyl booth. "Something with investors. For the Duck House. So I'd have enough to pay off the Glory."

"And that lump in your chest." Uncle Pang reached over the table to tap against Jimmy's jacket pocket. "What's that for?"

"For your troubles," Jimmy managed to force out.

"You should know better by now." Uncle Pang shook out the napkin on his lap. "Especially with your family history."

Jimmy turned to see Ah-Jack arriving. The waiter held a large serving plate of Szechuan lamb chops, elegantly piled under a hearty mound of onions and red peppers. The meat glistened with black pepper sauce, flecks of spice filling the air with a rich, roasted smell. Uncle Pang greeted him with a clap of his hands, the sound ringing with false delight. Jimmy was suddenly overwhelmed by the noise of everything happening around him. His body was too heavy to move. Something had gotten on top of him, was smothering him with its weight. He'd been having these attacks recently, but always in bed, in the middle of the night. Never in public. He dug the tip of his tongue into the canker sore on his bottom gum. The sharp, acid sting made the panic lift, just enough for him to wriggle out from underneath.

(Continues…)


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Number One Chinese Restaurant 3.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Anonymous 11 months ago
While this was well written, I really could not get into the story Many thanks to NetGalley, the publisher and the author for a review copy. This is my honest opinion..
gaele 11 months ago
Collected and constructed families, assimilation, personal fulfillment and struggles between family obligation, friendships and finding your own path: all combine in this story to present a story that brings forward the primary issue of personal happiness to the forefront. Told in multiple perspectives, there are several characters whose stories unfold, leading us to a climax that will press everyone to take a side, the story is a slow to develop read that ultimately paints a solid picture of the people and personalities at the Beijing Duck House in Rockville, a once hugely popular dining spot. Jimmy Han and his brother Johnny are now the owners of the restaurant after their father’s death: but while Johnny travels frequently and yearns for the days when his father was alive and his responsibilities were not resulting in the tension between he and his brother, Jimmy has stayed behind to run the show. Called ‘The Little Boss’ by the staff, most having been at their jobs since the restaurant opened thirty years earlier, he’s always wanted more. He didn’t want to be in the restaurant business, but here he is, taking staffing direction from his absent brother while hoping and planning for his own dream of an upscale fusion restaurant that doesn’t just have the old standards on the menu- with one big exception, duck. He wants no duck at all in his new place. But funds are short, yet Uncle Pang has offered to ‘help’ him –the sort of help that should have him running in the other direction. Feeling saddled with responsibilities and no say, as Johnny reinstated Nan to a hostess position, overseeing his all-too-Americanized daughter Annie, and Ah-Jack, the elderly waiter who’s health and physical deterioration have him better suited for retirement, if not for the constant protection and coddling he gets from Nan. There are other staff that hold their resentments like shields into battle, taking great pleasure in Nan’s discomfiture with her son Pat, now a dishwasher with a surly attitude since being expelled from school. They are friends, “if one defined friendship as the natural occurrence between people who, after colliding for decades, have finally eroded enough to fit together.", with all of the secrets, experiences and attitudes that come from it. But a tragedy could mean the end of the restaurant and dreams for many, if this diverse group, so similar in their ways, cannot find new ways to redefine their lives. None of these characters is completely good or bad- sure Jimmy is a bit selfish and whiny, and Johnny is a runner – desperate to have a better relationship with his daughter Annie, but afraid to reach out to her. The teens, Annie and Pat are typical teens – cocksure and confident while making all the worst choices in their efforts to distance themselves from their parents, without really feeling as if they have a place among their American friends or their Chinese families. There’s Nan, Pat’s mother, spending all of her hours working and giving to others – from providing special treats and feeling as though she didn’t do enough for Pat, to worrying about her long-term connection and friendship with Ah-Jack – a married man who is untethered and always looking for validation- flirting and playing on Nan’s affection for him. Oh the personalities and interior dialogues are golden here – with wonderful description and frequently brilliant phrases that bring a sense of a person to light. Li has created a rich atmosphere, rife
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I received this book as a advanced copy from NetGalley. I wish I could give a positive review to my first NetGalley read but unfortunately, this was a tedious book about despicable people having problems. This book is about the owner and staff of a small Chinese restaurant in Maryland. It jumps between perspectives of different characters involved, never leaving you quite sure who's head you are in. I found very few redeeming qualities in any of these characters. The point of this book was for all of them to discover that are not very good people and most of them did not even do that. The descriptions often left me nauseous, even though I generally have a thick stomach. It was hard to tell between characters, especially with 3 mains being named John, Jimmy, and Jack. I did make it to the end, but only because I felt I owed the publisher and NetGalley that much.
teachlz More than 1 year ago
My Review of “Number One Chinese Restaurant” by Lillian Li, Henry Holt and Co. June 2018 “Number One Chinese Restaurant” by Lillian Li is an enjoyable and entertaining read. The Genres for this novel are Fiction and Women’s Fiction. I appreciate that the author uses dark humor and some interesting descriptions of the cast of characters, traditional restaurant atmosphere and food. The Beijing Duck House in Maryland, is where we are introduced to many of the characters. The timeline of the story is mostly in the present and goes to the past only when necessary to explain the characters or events. When a tragedy occurs, there are major events that unfold. The author describes the characters as complex , complicated and dysfunctional. This is a story of multi-generational family and other characters. We see that both the young characters and the aged characters, each have their own sets of problems, and at times seem worlds apart. Within the family, there are secrets, jealousy, betrayals and lack of communication. I would recommend this intriguing novel to those readers that enjoy reading about family dynamics, and family business.
JennGrand More than 1 year ago
This book is amazing. Set in a Chinese restaurant, the Beijing Duck House, that not only is beloved by anyone who steps foot in its door, it's also a world of its own. The owners and workers are like a family, and similar to a family, there is drama galore.  Whether it be owner, Jimmy Han wishing to leave his late father's establishment for a fancier one, or Jimmy's older brother, Johnny and Johnny's daughter, Annie working through their own issues, or Annie's relationship with employee, Nan's son Pat causing trouble.  When tragedy strikes and Annie and Pat are implicated, everyone will ban together to figure out just how far you are willing to go for family.  This book was so enjoyable, I want to read it all over again! I love that it's set in a restaurant, and every time I sat down to read it, I craved Chinese food! But the familial theme throughout the book was what kept me hooked. I loved getting a peek into the lives of the characters, and how they were all intertwined, and how they all would do just about anything for each other. Teaches you what true family looks like. 
JCNash More than 1 year ago
In Number One Chinese Restaurant, we follow the parallel threads of two Chinese American families: one a wealthy restaurateur family called the Hans who runs The Beijing Duck House and rubs elbows with dangerous and powerful men, and the other a family led by Nan (and her longtime good friend and co-worker Ah-Jack) who work for the Hans and are just doing their best to get by. When tragedy strikes the duck house, both families must grapple with how to move on with their lives. Overall, I found the story of the Hans and Nan and her family entertaining, although Nan's struggle with her employment, her teenage son and her long-time best friend are far more compelling. The Hans were, on the whole, an unlikable crew, so it was hard to find someone to root for in their story line. That being said, I was thoroughly entertained by the Han matriarch and wish I had seen more of her from the beginning. The writing is solid throughout, and though told from different perspectives, the author did a great job writing each character so the reader is never confused. I haven't been able to quite put my finger on why this book only rates three stars for me. It never quite grabbed me the way four and five star books do. I think sometimes the different family story lines didn't feel like part of one cohesive story - there wasn't much interaction between the families aside from a few awkward scenes. Perhaps this book would have been better if it had focused heavily on one family, or if more time had been given to fully develop the relationships between the families.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A family drama with a predictable lackluster ending. Had high hopes til a third of the way through.