On the second day, when Qin Huai knocked on Zheng Siyuan's door at six in the morning and saw Zheng Siyuan still half-asleep, he suddenly realized that Zhou Hu's fortune-telling was actually pretty accurate.
He really was born to be a workhorse.
Because Qin Huai had been avoiding Zheng Siyuan and the others for a few years, Zheng hadn't come to Yunzhong Restaurant to hang out for a long time and had already forgotten those days when he'd almost ended up as a Breakfast Shop chef at Yunzhong Restaurant.
"What time do you usually get up for work at Babaozhai?" Qin Huai asked.
"Around seven-thirty," Zheng Siyuan said. "Sometimes eight."
"I'm the head chef; the grunt work is done by the juniors, and Babaozhai's back kitchen is managed pretty well. The snacks we start selling at ten in the morning are fresh meat mooncake, so as long as I get to the shop before eight-thirty, it's fine."
Qin Huai thought about what time he'd been getting up these past few years…
