Shen Lu was so angry her chest physically ached. She stormed back to her restaurant.
Seeing the fury on her face, her employees instinctively quieted their movements, afraid of accidentally setting off their boss.
As soon as she got back, Shen Lu dove into the kitchen, changed her clothes, and began prepping for the dinner service.
Fueled by her anger, Shen Lu's movements were sharper and more forceful than usual.
She could have asked Little Mantis to chop the ribs, but Shen Lu didn't. She raised the cleaver herself and brought it down on the ribs on the cutting board. CHOP, CHOP, CHOP.
It was as if those ribs were the people she had met that afternoon. She mentally counted each one as she hacked them into pieces.
When quitting time arrived, the four probationary employees glanced at each other, all silently agreeing not to move a muscle.
