The young night-shift worker gave a dry chuckle and said apologetically to Lao Fan, "Boss, I'm really sorry, but today, the Young Master gave all the chefs a holiday, and they all went home early. No one was left in the building, and even Shopkeeper Liu and the others had gone to bed early. Apart from me, you might not find anyone else."
What, there's no one else?
Lao Fan's legs went soft, and he slumped to the ground once more.
Xiao Linshuang lifted her sparkling eyes, clutching at the last strand of hope as she looked at the young worker: "Can you cook?"
The young worker scratched his head and shook it.
Alright, the last strand of hope was gone too. Xiao Linshuang watched Lao Fan with reproach, cursing the old man for making her trick her brother-in-law, who in turn ended up so heartless as to not give her any food. Boo-hoo, sister, how I miss you so, sister!
