After work, Fu Yu didn't have to clock out and went straight back to the dorm.
He first went to Zhao Meng's place to tell him about today's door-to-door service.
In front of Zhao Meng, Fu Yu felt less restrained and couldn't help but boast, "I managed to do the entire spread by myself. Chef Luo helped a little, but it was just handing over a plate or something. I didn't even need him to cut anything."
Zhao Meng, seeing Fu Yu's smug look, couldn't help but chuckle, "Aren't you silly! Since he was there to help, why not let him join in? It's all the same when it comes to getting paid."
Then, recalling something, he added, "But this is actually good. Since Elder Yang was craving Qianlima's taste, what you made is surely more authentic. Besides, when you're working, the hosts notice everything. If you do more and do it well, naturally, your reputation will spread positively over time."
Fu Yu agreed wholeheartedly.
