"Usually it's the whole family pitching in, and if there aren't enough hands, they still have to hire temporary help."
"Exactly," Director Hou gave a soft sigh, "seems every trade has its hardships that outsiders don't see."
Talking as they went, the four of them stepped into the shop. The twenty-odd square meters of space were packed, not an empty seat in sight, steam billowing up from the bamboo steamers, carrying the fragrance of dough and meat through the air.
After they finished ordering, they finally managed to find a small round table in the corner, just big enough for the four of them to squeeze around.
The proprietress, wearing a floral apron, hurried over with her order pad in hand. Smiling, she asked, "What would you like to eat?"
"Four baskets of the house soup dumplings, two baskets of chive buns, and four bowls of crucian carp soup."
Mr. Qin placed the order deftly.
A moment later, the proprietress came over carrying their food.
