The colleague behind him exchanged glances and quickly headed outside the company.
A lunch for 15 yuan with such a setup, even pre-made dishes don't come this cheap! They were genuinely curious about who was selling it.
Wang Fan had completely stopped managing the stall's affairs; he simply didn't have the energy. But soon, he wouldn't need to manage it anymore, as hundreds of kilograms of vegetables along with half a pig had now all turned into the final round of dishes.
Seeing each thermal canister filled once more, the diners' eyes sparkled with happiness.
The last round of dishes didn't last long. With a few dozen people, the buckets were empty in no time. Facing the disappointed diners, Wang Fan could only shrug with a helpless expression and say, "Everyone can come earlier tomorrow; I'll be here selling food until Friday."
Seeing Wang Fan's more mischievous than helpless expression, the diners in line felt irritated but couldn't complain.
What could they say?
