There weren't many customers up front, so Qi Changfu wasn't busy at the moment. He sat eating a plate of peanuts, washing them down with a small pot of sorghum wine in the house.
"Chef Qi." Feng Yongkang's face turned sour at the sight, he walked over with his hands behind his back: "Chef Qi, you seem to be in good spirits."
"The manager is here." Qi Changfu got up cheerfully, flagged down Tong Fei to bring over a stool for Feng Yongkang: "Manager, come sit down. It's been a while since we had a drink together."
"Tong Fei, cook up a dish. I'm going to have a good drink with the manager this afternoon."
"No rush." Feng Yongkang held up his hand, keeping his distance: "I'm not in the mood for a drink right now."
"Does the manager not feel like it because business at Fushun Tower hasn't been good these few days?" Qi Changfu bowed to Feng Yongkang: "Manager, about this, I truly feel I owe you an apology."
