Zhu Yan dashed over to the next stall, squeezing past the long line to the window. "Boss Xiao Chen~ It's almost eleven o'clock."
Chen Mo didn't speak but nodded, still frantically cooking fried rice!
"Um, we agreed to check the sales at eleven, right? Shouldn't we count tonight's sales now?"
Bang bang~
Chen Mo tapped the black pan twice with his black spoon, scooped a big spoonful of rice into a bowl, and in five repetitions, five fragrant servings of fried rice were ready.
The first five customers in line happily scanned and took away their own servings of fried rice.
"Right, since it's the agreed time, let's check. Xue Ping, come over."
Gao Hao, who was live streaming, ran over nervously, focusing intently on Chen Mo, "Folks, don't worry, the two bosses are about to tally up the numbers."
The comment section was abuzz.
"What's there to tally? Obviously, Boss Xiao Chen has the edge."
