"Lao Jiang, are you returning on the 2nd?"
The dumpling shop has been closed since National Day.
However, early in the morning, Hu Zhihai still managed to get soup dumplings and spicy chicken at the shop. Of course, there was no hot and sour soup or shredded radish salad because Jiang Yu found it troublesome and was too lazy to make them.
Originally, he didn't even want to make the soup dumplings and spicy chicken, planning to head straight to the train station to return home. But he couldn't resist Hu Zhihai's persistent requests, so he reluctantly came to the shop early in the morning to prepare enough for two days, considering it as "compensation" for Hu Zhihai having to supervise the dining hall renovation during the holiday.
"Yes, two days should be enough, maybe even less,"
Jiang Yu sat down and started eating breakfast, talking as he ate,
"We need to finish all the preparations for the Seventh Dining Hall before the holiday ends, so we can officially open on the 8th."
