"Chef, since the breakfast is sold out, can we start selling sausages now?"
As the last bowl of porridge was taken by a customer, the waiting customers immediately surged forward, the ones at the front eagerly looking at him.
Who wouldn't crave it? Everyone else has eaten, while they've been watching with empty stomachs for half an hour—who could stand that?
"Uh, yes, yes, I'll start as soon as I tidy up and bring out the ingredients from the back kitchen. It won't take long!"
Lin Chen wiped the sweat off his forehead, placed the empty porridge barrel and the nearly finished side dishes onto a cart, and quickly headed toward the kitchen.
As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw two large boxes full of pre-sliced starch sausages on the countertop, with piles of them in front of three people cutting them.
A rough estimate showed that there were over three hundred sausages already cut.
This pace wasn't fast; he even thought it was a bit slow.
