Besides, she figured she'd get sick of eating this hot pot every day, sooner or later.
If she lost her own appetite for it, how could she possibly make it appetizing for her customers?
Manager Qian was touched by Ming Lingyi's concern, but it only deepened the furrows on his brow. "Then what should we do? Should I try to find someone among our current staff? Or maybe they could take turns, one person per day?"
"The restaurant is already so busy; we shouldn't add to their burden," Ming Lingyi said. But she couldn't think of a good solution right away either. "There's no rush. If we can't find anyone for now, I'll just come to the restaurant more often."
She hardly worked in the back kitchen anymore. Both Ming's Restaurant and Ming Family Restaurant had their own store managers, so there was nothing in particular she needed to worry about. She had a lot of free time.
