It was so fast that it was like Red Boy was a grinding machine.
The chefs in the kitchen were so busy that they were going crazy.
Before he could speak, the manager ran in and said bitterly, "Mr. Phelps, the price of plates has increased as well."
Phelps said angrily, "Let them raise the price then, they can do it as much as they want. All of them are a group of bloodsuckers! Don't use the plates! Get me basins! Buy basins—big ones!"
The manager left dejectedly.
Not too long later, all the dishes were served in huge basins. From the looks of it, they were huge basins used to wash clothes. Phelps had the urge to faint. In his eyes, this was no longer losing money. This was filing for bankruptcy!
