Early the next morning, Shen Lu received a large truck full of merchandise from Qin Shuangshu. She happily stored half of it in the System Warehouse and put the other half in the small storage room behind the front counter.
Today was another busy day, as usual. Shen Lu seemed to have grown accustomed to the hustle.
The kitchen operated like a high-speed, precision machine. Everyone completed their tasks accurately, rushing to get the first wave of dishes to the service window by eleven-thirty.
Xin Yu's hands were still swollen, but he barely felt it anymore.
"You get used to it after a while," he told Deng Ying. "This is the path I chose, and I have to see it through, even if I have to crawl."
Deng Ying was filled with respect. "I really underestimated you."
She'd thought Xin Yu was the careless type, someone who would just lie down and give up wherever he stumbled.
She never expected him to be so resilient.
