Ling Feng took a piece of paper that Mo Jiaolan handed over.
There were several plans on it. The first was to prepare the meals in advance and then offer them as takeout.
The second was to build a factory and produce packaged food in an assembly line fashion.
As for the third, it was to expand the scale of the restaurant, a possibility which Ling Feng dismissed after only a glance.
"I think the first two are very good. However, setting up the factory isn't urgent; we can take our time with that. The first option can be started immediately," he said.
"Just what I was thinking. But this also requires a substantial workforce. It looks like we'll need to start hiring again tomorrow!" Mo Jiaolan said with a smile.
Seeing the fatigue on her face, Ling Feng chuckled, "Let's talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow. You should rest too!"
"Are you heading back now?" Mo Jiaolan asked upon hearing this.
"No, I'm just worried you're too tired," Ling Feng shook his head and said.
