The excitement from the outdoor barbecue last night lingered until the next morning.
In the back kitchen, everyone looked a bit groggy and listless.
Having gone home in the early hours, they had barely closed their eyes in bed before it was time to get up and prepare for work.
The helpers were hoarse as they worked, nodding off as they went.
Zhao Meng himself was feeling a bit dizzy and was just about to pull out some money to treat everyone to a coffee to perk up, when he saw Fu Yu enter the kitchen looking bright and energetic.
"I'll handle breakfast today! You all just wait to enjoy it!"
Fu Yu cheerfully announced from in front of the kitchen counter.
The crowd's reaction was lukewarm.
Having stuffed themselves with barbecue last night, they were still not quite sober from the beer, and had no appetite at all.
Zhao Meng, thinking to himself about the perks of youth, waved his hand: "No need to fuss, just make some simple soup."
