Fu Yu finished cooking four pots of seafood porridge and handed the pots to the assistant next to him for washing.
When Zhao Meng turned around, he was busy cutting up seafood with his head down.
The assistant responsible for packing returned from the shelf and received a glare from Zhao Meng.
Zhao Meng chastised, "Put more heart into your work!"
Assistant: "...Okay, Chef Zhao."
Grumbling internally: Dammit, Chef Zhao is venting his anger again. How unlucky, should have taken a detour earlier…
Fu Yu was busy working when Zhang Jiaxin approached.
"Chef Gu asked me to come and help."
Fu Yu looked up to greet him, "Alright, thank you for your hard work."
Then he lowered his head and continued his work.
The assistant responsible for washing the pots handed over a cleaned pan, "Fu Yu, the pot is cleaned."
Fu Yu, holding a crab, said to Zhang Jiaxin, "Help me take the pot."
