"Boss Chen, isn't the neighbor just too arrogant?"
Chen Mo glanced at Zhang Huixiang, didn't respond, and instead asked, "Half portion?"
"Let me calculate for you, including me, my colleague, and..."
Zhang Huixiang counted, "Altogether there are six servings, twelve people, and everyone ordered half portions."
Xue Ping, who was waiting by the car, promptly took out a small notebook to start recording, "Boss, it's six servings now. I'll keep an eye on them when they settle the bill later."
"Not necessary." Chen Mo fetched some rice, ready to start making fried rice.
Still a bit puzzled, he thought to himself, if it's only half portions that don't charge, and you don't need to foot the bill for the neighbor's half portion, why would it make him lose his shorts?
He didn't understand, but he respected everyone's opinion.
Chen Mo started making the fried rice based on his memory, and now he could make three servings at a time.
