"Bro, is the boss out of his mind?"
"Don't say that."
Xue An looked at the empty street, "What's he expecting us to maintain, huh? Maybe to keep these lion heads from squeezing themselves flat?"
Xue Ping was about to scold his brother when suddenly he saw a crowd pouring out from the end of the path at the North Gate.
At first glance, there were at least twenty people!
And they were all surrounding a man in the middle wearing a white chef's uniform, none other than Huang Bo, who had a bet set for today.
"Here they come."
"Geez, bro, who do you think will win?"
"Given it's about three consecutive days of sales, it's hard to say who will win or lose. But I still hope the boss wins!"
Xue An also nodded vigorously, "Yeah, that way we don't look completely useless."
Xue Ping: ???
