"It's not that we're just focused on making money, but we're in the food business, how can we eat while cooking? What would our customers think if they saw that? It's just past nine now, and it's not too late to have breakfast."
Hearing Jiang Ran's explanation, Pei Baoshan instinctively nodded, realizing Jiang Ran was right.
Understanding is one thing, but feeling sorry for them is another.
Thinking back to when they first arrived, Jiang Ran and the other two were wearing hats, masks, white aprons, and had white sleeves on their arms.
Whatever they took to eat, they used tongs or chopsticks.
Just looking at them makes you feel at ease.
After all, it's food that enters the mouth, and cleanliness makes people eat comfortably and with peace of mind.
Pei Baoshan sighed, "From now on, eat a little something before opening the doors, or your stomach will suffer from hunger after a long morning."
A day or two isn't a problem, but over time, how can the body handle it?
