"Is the last batch already steaming?"
"Count, report the numbers!"
"How much longer until they're done?"
"Customers 1102, 1103, 1104, 1105, and 1106, please pick up your meals."
In the kitchen of Huang Ji, Tan Wei'an felt like he had just plowed two acres. Although it seemed like he hadn't done much heavy labor, just constantly cooking, mixing fillings, and wrapping baozi, he was exhausted.
He touched his back, covered in a thin layer of sweat.
"I'm really worn out. Even Zhiwei Restaurant only has such business around the New Year, I bet," Tan Wei'an sighed while cleaning up the culinary station and talking to Guli.
Guli silently and slowly cleaned, not responding.
