Chapter Three Hundred and Fourteen: Mr. Fang
"Sukayu! Hurry up, hurry up!!"
The kitchen helper, rushing orders for the back kitchen, burst through the door, shouted a few curses, and quickly ran out.
In the kitchen, an old kitchen hand in a dirty apron was hunched over, swiftly cutting fruit with a chef's knife. He made an incision in a watermelon, then inserted the head of an egg beater, twirling it to liquefy the pulp. He then stuffed in a handful of ice cubes and garnished it with seven or eight strawberries. Just like that, a so-called signature discount fruit beverage was made.
There were already several of these beverages lined up on the counter in front of him. The young helper darted in from outside, then swiftly carried the finished items from the counter to serve them.
The old kitchen hand caught his breath, walked to a side door of the kitchen, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it.
