Long Kongkong couldn't help but feel disappointed. As he passed beside Hep Benn, he murmured, "Perhaps you could ask your father for me to join you in the front?"
Hep Benn smiled and said, "We don't need that many people up front. You can go help my father in the back."
Long Kongkong had no choice but to head to the back kitchen in order to play the long game.
The kitchen in the back wasn't big, about six or seven square meters. Father Hep was taking out a large rack of ribs from a low-temperature storage cabinet filled with ice cubes.
"Here at our place, business is brisk during the weekends, so we prepare much more. We usually sell at least fifty or sixty meals of rice or noodles during the weekends' lunch and supper. Have you learned cooking before?"
Long Kongkong shook his head blankly.
Father Hep glanced at him, frowned slightly but quickly recovered, what can you expect from cheap labor?
