Almost as soon as he heard what the order taker said, Luo Rang rushed into the roasting room.
Fu Yu followed right behind him.
Since starting work in the back kitchen, Fu Yu hadn't really noticed that his nerves were always tense.
Except when he was relaxing after work in the evening, he could never truly relax while on the job.
He was always busy with cooking, intensely focused, afraid that something might go wrong during the cooking process.
Whenever the order taker or food runner came into the back kitchen with urgency in their voice, his mind would buzz, thinking there might be another issue with a customer during their meal.
In the past month, however, it had noticeably improved.
On one hand, his cooking skills had improved rapidly, giving him more confidence.
On the other hand, he probably had just become accustomed to this working state over time.
