Jiang Feng entrusted the preparation of the ingredients entirely to Sun Zhuangfei. This way, he had time to walk his dog and watch TV. Well, he was the boss, after all.
Of course, he paid the salary in full without skimping and also made contributions to Sun Zhuangfei's housing and social insurances. This was unlike the other employees hired at the fried chicken shop. Although Sun Zhuangfei also worked at the fried chicken shop, he was an official employee of the Jiangyue Terrace Sichuan Restaurant.
Jiang Feng spent a leisurely afternoon at home. Having a subordinate felt really good.
Afterward, he drove to the fried chicken shop in no particular hurry. The front of the shop was crowded with customers.
After Jiang Feng parked his car and stepped out, many people immediately surrounded him to take photos and greet him.
"Good afternoon, Boss Jiang."
"Start frying the chicken quickly!"
"Talk chicken, not trash, let's be civilized, you and me!"
"When do you open for business?"
