It was 4:50 in the afternoon, and there were still no customers.
Tong Ya had leisurely wiped down all the tables and chairs, arranging them neatly and orderly.
Chen Yu was busier than ever.
Returning at 12:00 noon, he had been making semi-finished products non-stop until now, feeling half of his body grow numb.
He made a rough count and, in five hours, had produced a total of twelve thousand fried cakes and six thousand vegetable pastry semi-finished products.
Chen Yu wasn't worried about whether these could be sold or not since he now had a cold storage facility.
Even if they didn't sell out today, they could be stored in the freezer.
After storing these semi-finished products, Chen Yu stretched his back and stepped out of the kitchen.
"Tong Ya, I'm going to pick up Tuan Tuan. Don't wander around," he said.
Chen Yu suddenly spoke to Tong Ya as if he was dealing with a little kid.
"Then I'll wait for you to come back," Tong Ya replied playfully.
