Returning to his own cooking station, Zhao Meng was both anxious and helpless.
With customers about to arrive, six large banquet tables, unless he grows two more hands, there's no way to manage it all.
If worse comes to worst, should he ask Yao Shi to help find someone to assist in the kitchen?
No!
The thought had barely emerged before Zhao Meng dismissed it.
If he really brought someone in, things would only get more complicated.
After all, the loyal customers coming here to dine are specifically here for his cooking, wanting the flavor he creates.
No matter how skilled the chef, each one has their own cooking habits, and the flavor will definitely vary.
Should he ask the front desk to contact the customers with reservations to see if they could come at a different time to dine?
Even canceling one of the six orders would be good!
As for whether customers would be upset and create a fuss?!
That's something he can't worry about right now.
