As long as it's past four in the afternoon, the evening dinner rush time begins.
Fu Yu starts cooking, and within just an hour, he's already piled up six or seven order tickets in his hands, mostly small banquets, and two large ones.
During this month, most of the customers coming to the restaurant are here for seafood, while Zhao Meng's old customers mostly order stir-fry dishes.
Since they all come during dinner rush hour, the customers are quite anxious, and usually, because the dishes are slow to serve, there's no shortage of customers urging their orders.
After all, they come here to eat, and nobody wants to wait around for half an hour without getting any food.
But tonight's not bad, the customers taking orders from Fu Yu's side are pretty easy-going, and so far, no one has urged their order.
The dish carriers seem calm too, waiting beside the serving counter.
