CRASH! A newly stir-fried dish, plate and all, was smashed on the floor.
"It's been days, and this is what you've managed to come up with? You call this something to cook with? It's worse than dog shit!"
Manager Quan's words were merciless, his expression utterly foul.
The cooks stood in a line, so thoroughly berated they couldn't even lift their heads.
The head chef had no choice but to brace himself and step forward.
"Manager, it's not that we're slacking… It's just… we still need more time."
"I can give you time, but who's going to give Quanju Xuan time?!"
The more Manager Quan thought about it, the angrier he became.
It was bad enough that Liuxian Building was working with Ji's Flavor Industry, but now they had even developed new dishes—and not just one, but a whole set menu!
Customers were all flocking to Liuxian Building for their "sweet and sour banquet," and business at Quanju Xuan had plummeted.
