The night fell silent, half past eleven...
The restaurant's customers had gradually decreased.
Other than selling milk tea and pastries, they stopped accepting orders for stir-fry dishes.
They were preparing to close up.
Jing Juntao and his companions had been busily following this routine until now.
Tang Huai entered the kitchen to take over Tang Li's shift.
Tang Li, who had been manning the wok all night, could finally rest.
Removing her mask, Tang Li asked Tang Huai, "Big sister, what delicious dishes should we prepare for Grandpa Jing?"
"Let's make something simple," Tang Huai said as she donned gloves, a hat, and a mask, arming herself to the teeth.
Yang Jinghai could also take a break, and he left the kitchen to go have a staring contest with Jing Juntao.
Holding a Chinese chess set, Yang Jinghai approached Jing Juntao and looked at him provocatively: "Do you play Chinese chess?"
If it had been anyone else, Jing Juntao wouldn't have even bothered with them.
