10 PM.
Half an hour left until the restaurant closes.
The front hall is no longer taking orders.
In the kitchen, after cooking the last dish, the junior staff started cleaning up the battlefield.
Wang Yulong, along with Liu Zhangpeng, arranged for the leftover ingredients to be processed, prepping people to marinate and boil in advance.
Everything came to a close.
Everyone sighed with relief.
Liu Zhangpeng let out a long breath, and as he passed by Fu Yu, he patted his shoulder lightly and said in a low voice, "Xiaofu, we really have to thank you today. Otherwise, I wouldn't have made it through."
Fu Yu smiled and waved it off, "It was nothing."
Fu Yu knew that getting through tonight smoothly wasn't solely his credit but the result of the entire kitchen's teamwork.
He was just doing his part.
Truthfully, he should be grateful for today's opportunity, which allowed him to properly learn Liu Family Cuisine.
