At this moment, Qin Minghong's emotions were a little complicated.
"Brother Qin, thank you in advance!" Ji Zhao looked at him and smiled. Her tone was filled with gratitude.
At the end of the night, Ji Zhao happily walked into the restaurant's kitchen. She excitedly rolled up her sleeves and prepared to show off her skills, but she forgot one thing—
In winter, there would be a lack of ingredients.
Even the kitchen of the restaurant did not have many ingredients to use.
"Look at my memory, it's really getting worse and worse! Yesterday, we paid everyone for their annual leave. Now, there are no more ingredients in this kitchen." Seeing Ji Zhao's motionless appearance, Second Manager You slapped his head angrily. "It's a pity that the roasted chicken shop at the entrance of the alley has also closed for the day. Otherwise, I could have bought a roasted chicken to deal with it!"
