In the kitchen of Huang Ji Restaurant, the waitstaff were busy running around.
"Table 3, 4 fermented rice buns."
"Table 1, 7 fermented rice buns."
"Table 9 has added to their order, another 12 fermented rice buns."
"Private room 666, 9 fermented rice buns."
"Private room 888 added to their order, 24 fermented rice buns."
"Table 1 added more orders, 19!"
"Table 8..."
"Table 17..."
"..."
"Private room 777 added another order, are there any more?"
"Table 19, Table 3, Table 6, Table 13, Table 22 all added orders, any left?"
"How many buns are left?"
"How long until the next batch is steamed?"
Qin Huai, who was leisurely preparing green bean cake, watched as the waitstaff in front of the intercom kept talking non-stop and the supervisor stood at the kitchen door overseeing and directing which batch of buns to send to which table first. He realized he might have underestimated Huang Ji Restaurant's business.
What time is it now?
11:22 AM.
