As the head chef who controls the rhythm of the entire kitchen, White Feather Chicken's sense of time has always been impeccable.
Five minutes later, it appeared punctually at the door of the break room.
Fortunately, Niu Ma returned half a minute earlier.
"I say, can't you recruit some people since the kitchen is short-staffed? If it really doesn't work out, you could promote a few from the ingredients. Our delivery department's workload is really heavy too, you know."
Niu Ma complained.
"When you guys come to help in the kitchen, the delivery orders pause; it's not like you have any work to do anyway."
White Feather Chicken unreservedly exposed it.
"But I'm still the department manager. Always being your assistant isn't right, is it?"
Niu Ma tried another approach.
"If you think it's not appropriate, I'll apply to the boss to merge the delivery department into the kitchen. Then you'll be the chief of the kitchen delivery division."
White Feather Chicken said.
