"Boss Chen, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and give me ten fried cakes!"
Chen Yu then snapped back to reality and quickly packed the order for the customer.
All morning, Chen Yu noticed that the several new faces that had come in the morning returned a few more times, each time buying every kind of fried cake and vegetable pastry on offer.
Chen Yu didn't mind, he just busied himself with his own work.
Fortunately, he had prepared enough semi-finished products in the morning; otherwise, he really wouldn't have been confident in handling the morning rush.
However, by ten o'clock in the morning, the stream of people abruptly stopped.
After all, it was Monday, and once the rush hour for work had passed, there weren't many people around.
Chen Yu, as usual, checked the remaining raw materials.
There were still half of the vegetable pastries left, but the fried cakes had been consumed quite a bit.
