Half an hour before the evening business began, Jiang Feng entered the kitchen to start preparing the squab.
Due to a previous mistake by a front-desk server, they had nearly 60 more orders of Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon to give out. Now only three remained, and the final three customers had all booked private rooms for that evening. Two of them were dining together and had reserved the VIP room for 5:40 p.m., so naturally, Jiang Feng had to start early with the squab.
On such a hot day, even the hard-working Ji Xue wouldn't come in to work early in the afternoon.
In the empty kitchen with Jiang Feng alone, singing to himself didn't feel awkward at all.
As Jiang Feng hummed a tune that he himself couldn't identify, he skillfully used scissors to debone the pigeon in his hands. Just when he was enjoying his singing, Wu Minqi walked in, phone in hand.