"How could it be 12 hours?" Manager Shi went up and uttered solemnly.
"Why did you also come here? Boss Yuan isn’t here today." Wu Hai knew Manager Shi. After all, there weren’t many customers who came a few times a week.
"Um. I only sleep five hours everyday. Boss Yuan is more diligent than me, so 6 hours are enough for him to rest." Manager Shi first nodded to Wu Hai and then said primly.
Once he said that, however, the crowd was lost in the silence.
Even Wu Hai couldn’t help saying, "You have worked so hard, what are we working so hard for? This is not a proposal, but a toxic chicken soup for the soul."
After that, other customers lost even the desire to ridicule any of them.
One was a manager of an electronic company, who came to Yuan Zhou’s restaurant for meals at least three times per week and occasionally left a clove of garlic uneaten.
The other was the well-known young artist, who took Yuan Zhou’s restaurant as his personal canteen.
