That night, Er Gui was burned.
After that, nothing happened for five days straight.
Zhang Feng was happy to be free, practicing martial arts all day in the back kitchen of the small restaurant.
Because Ah Hang and the others had taken over his work now.
He had more free time.
On the morning of the sixth day.
"Is the dish ready?" Ah Hang was now in the front hall calling out orders, becoming more and more skilled.
"Sorry for the wait, the food is coming." Two subordinates were acting as waiters.
Another two, one was cooking in the back kitchen, the other assisting.
And Zhang Feng also noticed that the regular trouble-making customers, when they saw Ah Hang in this store, didn't seem to have any intention of causing trouble.
So, let them stay here.
For peace and convenience.
After all, the small restaurant still needed to make money, and he still needed to get paid.
Now that there was someone to help him work, it was a good thing.
And that evening.
