Noah entered the backroom of the teahouse. He was planning on helping his dad quickly before leaving because he had lots of stuff to do today.
'I can't stay here for too long, so I will try to lower his workload,' He thought.
Fifteen minutes later...
"Okay, I'm done." He muttered, as he put the last few boxes on the shelves.
He had made a hundred packs of each size, which were ten grams, 50 grams and 100 grams.
These were the most popular packs, whilst 1kg packs were very rare so far.
After sorting them out, Noah headed out of the backroom and to the main reception.
"The line is still quite long," He muttered, as he glanced at the queue.
He looked at David who was still working as hard as before, with a smile on his face.
"Dad, why don't you rest for a while?" He asked.
"It's okay, this is fun, I'm enjoying myself," He replied back, his smile widening as he served another customer.
