About ten minutes later, Wu Xiaoshan arrived at Yang Zishan's office.
"Sister Shan, have you found me a chef yet?"
As soon as he entered, Wu Xiaoshan began asking from his seat on the sofa.
Hearing this, Yang Zishan rolled her eyes and said irritably, "Are you always this impatient? It's only been a few days. Do you think it's so easy to find several good chefs?"
Wu Xiaoshan was thrilled, thinking that Yang Zishan had definitely found him some candidates, but it turned out she hadn't found anyone.
"Sister Shan, you've got to put more effort into this. There's just over half a month left, and we can't afford not to open on time!"
Seeing how anxious he was, Yang Zishan gave him a look and said, "Don't worry, if I can't find a chef by then, I'll send one of my chefs to help you launch."
"Sister Shan, that's really kind of you, thank you."
Wu Xiaoshan chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head.
Just as he was about to say something else, his phone suddenly rang.
