The process of waiting passed while Deng Xueli was actively handling the documents. In fact, if it weren't for the constant reminder of her stomachache, Deng Xueli would have forgotten that she had not eaten.
After another round of stomach-twisting pain, it was finally the last batch of people who entered the restaurant to eat.
"Please come in for a meal." Zhou Jia went out and said that personally.
At this time, Deng Xueli, whose stomach was already in pain, also put away her laptop. When she heard this, she straightened her back and entered the door.
The empty restaurant was filled with customers again.
"The menu is behind you and on the table. You can only order what's on the menu. If you're not sure if you have it, you can ask me." It was Cheng Cheng who spoke.
She had been working in Yuan Zhou's restaurant for so long that she was almost familiar with the dishes on Yuan Zhou's menu.
