"Why are there so many people here tonight? It feels like there are at least thirty percent more than at noon!"
It wasn't until nine thirty at night, after all the ingredients prepared in the shop were used up, that they finally managed to send away the students clamoring outside for soup dumplings and hot and sour soup.
Hu Zhihai was so exhausted that his legs were trembling. He moved to the chair next to him, sat down heavily, gasping for breath, his face still showing disbelief,
"Just tonight, we sold almost three hundred baskets of dumplings, and the three big pots of hot and sour soup weren't even left with a drop!
Those steamers suffered even worse, repeatedly enduring high-temperature steam torture in a short period, I guess, at least their lifespan is more than half shorter than others!"
"It's only tonight that there are so many people."
