"Sorry, we're sold out."
If the diners outside were to vote for the most heartless phrase in the world, Wang Fan's words would definitely be their choice.
This is as desolate as not being able to play the three-of-hearts in a card game!
The diners were angry.
"Boss Wang, are you underestimating our determination?"
"Yeah, selling so little in a day, who gets to eat it?"
"What restaurant only serves 100 people in the middle of the day?! Aren't you going to make money? Now, immediately, get that chicken cooked for me. I'll pay extra!"
"Anybody want to share a table if they can't finish their meal? I can cover half the cost, and if there's a lot left, I'll take care of the bill!"
Wang Fan shrugged helplessly and said, "I'm really sorry, folks. We only got so much supply, and more might not be fresh. If you want to try it, come earlier next time. Tonight, we've got 100 servings of Qingdao Crispy Chicken."
