However, Yuan Zhou had truly overestimated the capacity of his box. In just half a day of that afternoon, the paper slips almost overflowed from the carton. During that time, the five piles of blank paper prepared by Yuan Zhou had already been used up.
The remaining was prepared by the customers voluntarily and everybody was unprecedentedly enthusiastic about this activity.
Besides, they even started to call up their friends and some also make comparisons.
"Have you heard of that? Boss Yuan says he will cook the characteristic delicacies from our hometown. Even thinking of that makes me drool." While taking the documents in her arms, a girl with a ponytail said to her colleague beside her in an office.
"You are mistaken. Undoubtedly, he's going to cook the delicacies from my hometown, Wuzhong. But you are not from Wuzhong." A short-haired girl beside her immediately contradicted her.
