Gray and another young chef were so busy their faces were flushed red, with beads of sweat covering their foreheads. They didn't even notice him walk in.
Lin Chen didn't disturb them. His gaze swept across the wall, where he saw a dense row of tickets lined up neatly.
Some tickets were crossed out with a pen, others with a fingernail scratch. They were all over the place, a chaotic mess.
The moment he saw the tickets, Lin Chen instantly understood why the kitchen, which seemed to have enough staff, was so slow at getting food out.
He quickly glanced at all the ingredients currently being cooked and matched them one by one to the orders on the tickets.
Just then, Gray pulled a box of marinated steaks from a refrigerated drawer beneath the grill. He was about to toss one on the grates, but he picked it up, then set it back down. He turned as if to check the tickets again.
As he turned his head, his eyes met Lin Chen's.
