Spent the entire day in the shop.
The novelty of it was slowly wearing off for Tang Qing.
What remained...
was the three brothers of boredom, boredom, and boredom, who only seemed to amplify his ennui.
In order to avoid creating responsibilities for himself, Tang Qing decided to come to the restaurant less often. At most, he'd stop by for a meal or just a short visit, but he'd never stay through lunch and dinner; it was simply too noisy, crowded and uninteresting.
So, he decided, happily.
Eleven o'clock at night.
The final wave of customers had been seen off.
The waitstaff began tidying up the restaurant.
Zhang Jing was meticulously calculating today's revenue. Every bill had a receipt, one copy for the front desk and one for the kitchen, to be tallied separately. This way, everyone was free of suspicion.
Zhang Jing was in charge of double-checking the front desk's receipts.
Li Jianguo's relative was in charge of double-checking the kitchen's receipts.
