Watching Cheng Su wrap up the entire lunch rush, Qi Taiguo finally understood how busy she had been. He also realized that when she talked about diverting money to fill in the gaps, she wasn't lying—it was probably true. After all, the business at the eatery seemed to be booming.
After eating lunch at the small restaurant, Qi Taiguo, clutching the pawn ticket and the banknotes Cheng Su had given him, left. As he stepped out of the restaurant, he turned for one last look.
Cheng Su was quickly chopping radishes at the table she called her workbench. Her wrists were agile, her knife skills were impressive—it was as if she were seasoned through and through.
She hadn't even fully rested before she began feverishly preparing for the next day's sales. Those radishes—weren't they meant to be pickled?
No wonder she'd earned the money back so quickly!
Qi Taiguo tightened his grip on the banknotes and strode away with a pursed lip.
