The business at Hot Pot Building was doing outstandingly well, attracting many regular customers from Three Flavors Residence who lined up to try it out.
Uncle Ping, looking at the increasingly bleak business, was also growing concerned.
He always felt the owner has been acting a bit off these days.
"Uncle Ping, our business here has been pretty slack these few days."
Liao Da is now in charge of the private rooms on the second floor, but only two parties of customers came in the whole day.
He's frustrated too.
"Indeed." Uncle Ping looked at the account book and shook his head.
"Ah——"
Before Liao Da could speak again, a scream was heard from the neighboring courtyard.
This scream was terrifying, startling the diners in the Main Hall and nearly causing them to fall over.
"Nothing to worry about, please continue eating, continue eating."
Liao Da comforted the customers while signaling with his eyes to his apprentice downstairs.