"We're already busy enough, and this kid wants to stir up more trouble? Do you have any idea how much work it is to pick crab meat by hand!?"
"No idea," Max shrugged. "He makes it look pretty easy. You should try it yourself when you have a moment."
"But I do think it's a good idea. There are plenty of restaurants that sell dishes like Lobster pasta or Lobster salad, but almost none that sell things like crab pasta."
"Get lost, get lost, get lost! Don't bother me! We'll talk after the dinner rush is over!"
For a Western restaurant, dinner service was always this busy and filled with tension. As a ten-year veteran, Max was long used to this kind of atmosphere.
In fact, not only was he not annoyed, he even hoped this chaotic state would last a little longer.
Only then could the back of house maintain its proper vitality and lifeblood.
He had just turned around when he saw a new face in front of the ordering machine.
He immediately put on a professional smile and went over.
