A week, more than sixty tables of orders?!
Gu Yunwu's face changed unpredictably.
He had only passed on less than ten tables of orders, so how did it suddenly become more than sixty?
Counting carefully, he himself seemed to have received only about ten orders this week.
Previously, he was just busy managing the orders under his hands and didn't pay attention to this matter.
Now suddenly learning about it, Gu Yunwu was almost so angry he could spit blood!
Zhao Meng continued talking: "All the orders taken at the front desk are recorded, and Chef Gu, you seem not very aware of the situation on my side. Under me, besides Fu Yu, there's also Sun Qingning who can independently take charge. Xiaosun, although he can independently handle fewer dishes, can still lend a helping hand, taking some burden off the chores."
"The three of us, can't handle more than sixty tables of orders in a week?"
