The chubby chef glanced at Boss Zhou and turned off the blazing stove: "President Zhou, when will our salaries be paid?"
The faces of Boss Zhou and his son, which were just now filled with joy, turned somber. Boss Zhou explained with a wry smile: "Master Liu, just wait a few more days. There haven't been many guests these days. I'll pay you once we have enough revenue."
Master Liu said helplessly: "President Zhou, I actually wanted to leave earlier too, but there's still one table of guests needing a meal, so I stayed to finish this dish. After today, I won't be doing this anymore."
Boss Zhou said in distress: "Master Liu, you're the head chef and an old employee. You've been working here since Emperor's Pavilion opened. Have I ever shorted you a penny over the years? Your wage is the highest here. We're going through a tough time now. You can't just stand by; you should stick with us."
