By the time the lunch rush ended, Qin Huai was completely exhausted.
Utterly exhausted.
Not so much physically tired, but mentally drained.
He just watched trays of buns, dumplings, and more come out of the steamer, and batches of Crab Shell Cakes and Baked Buns emerge from the oven. Like a magic trick, one moment they were all there, and the next, they vanished.
Qin Huai felt like a worker on an assembly line, uncertain when his shift would end or how much more work awaited him, seeing only an unending line of snacks waiting to be made.
By the time Qin Huai punched out, he had completely forgotten he had offered to take care of the staff meal that morning.
Couldn't handle it, not a chance.
Watching Wang Jun still tidying up, Qin Huai honestly asked, "Do Huang Ji's snacks always sell this well?"
No wonder the previous pastry chef retired three years ago, probably out of exhaustion.
Wang Jun replied honestly, "Today was probably an exception."
