Qin Yin nodded her head, saying. "Oh, okay."
Suddenly, she noticed that the staff members were wearing uniforms from the renowned Gourmet House in Jiang City.
In her mind, she thought, damn, doesn't the Gourmet House limit its orders every day? Why do they still have food left this late?
"Master, is business not going well at Gourmet House lately?" asked Qin Yin, blinking her eyes.
The person who seemed to be the grandmaster exclaimed, "Why would you ask that, young lady? Everyone in Jiang City knows that Gourmet House sells out its daily quota every morning. So, we have a pretty relaxed job, working only in the morning."
"But..." Qin Yin looked at the food cart, perplexed, and muttered, "Why would you deliver food so late? At first, I thought your business wasn't doing well..."
The grandmaster chuckled, "We're not working late because business is bad, but because our customer is Mr. Nan."
