It was past nine-thirty, with just about an hour until closing, and the kitchen staff finally had a moment to rest.
Fu Yu had been working non-stop since he arrived at the restaurant. Liu Zhangpeng remarked, "Chef Fu, I've seen many chefs, but none like you."
Fu Yu smiled and casually asked, "Isn't it almost ten o'clock?"
Liu Zhangpeng glanced at his phone, "Ten more minutes."
At this time, there were usually no new customers coming in.
However, because most of the diners were full and satisfied by now, this was the time when unexpected incidents were most likely to occur.
Fu Yu nodded, "Hopefully there won't be any…"
Liu Zhangpeng's face changed instantly, and he exclaimed to stop him, "Chef Fu! Don't say things like that!"
Fu Yu was taken aback, then realized what he said and, laughing helplessly, made a gesture to silence himself.
