The confidence that Jiang Bei had shown was not without reason.
When the small shop that was less than 30 square meters was filled with customers, Xu Xiaoqiang was so busy that he was dumbfounded.
He could no longer remember how many cups of bubble tea he still needed to make. He just repeated the monotonous steps.
He put in milk powder, tea powder, water, shook it evenly and then sealed it. Then, he handed it to the customer with a smile and said, "Please come again."
Xu Xiaoqiang felt numb. It was only the first day of selling bubble tea, and he had already formed muscle memory. He already knew how much milk and tea powder to put in without measuring.
Time passed quickly, and it was almost eight o'clock in the evening.
