Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

After this incident, Sujin Restaurant gained an increasingly good reputation among students, and its business naturally became more and more booming.

After closing for the day, Nangong Lian slumped in his chair, truly not wanting to move at all.

He was panting heavily, on the verge of tears.

"No way, Gao Yang, you can't do this. It's only the second day, are you really going to work yourself to death?"

He raised his arm, but his upper arm was numb and his forearm was sore. With the slightest movement, he could only lift a few fingers slightly.

"Please, please, let's take on some big clients, stop doing business with students."

"They order so much! And the average order value is so low. I cooked 50 more dishes today than yesterday—50 more dishes!"

Yesterday, he was able to drink water to relieve his fatigue a little.

Today he felt so weak he couldn't even lift a glass of water. If it weren't for the discomfort of lying on the bench, he would have just closed his eyes and gone to sleep.

But the thought of the same scene tomorrow immediately woke me up in fright.

This hellish scene is truly unbearable; before one dish is even finished cooking, the next menu is already being presented to you.

That cutting board was like a drum, and the knife was practically shooting sparks.

Nangong Hong didn't want to talk anymore, so she sat in a chair and leaned against the wall.

Even someone as strong as her was feeling somewhat withdrawn at this moment.

If the training intensity at the Nangong family's place was like a downpour, then this place was like a Category 13 typhoon.

Looking at her still slightly trembling hands, she felt as if her worldview had been refreshed once again.

Today, because the Industry and Commerce Bureau came to inspect, the original food preparation time was shortened drastically, and cooking a dish was like fighting a war.

If some delivery drivers hadn't seen how busy they were and personally helped pack the food, she would probably still be cleaning right now.

"Gao Yang, I finally understand why you came to find the two of us."

"At this intensity, even young people can't handle it."

She chuckled wryly.

Indeed, given this level of intensity, if a master chef like Steven were to come, he would probably collapse from exhaustion on the cooking table halfway through the first day.

Gao Yang looked at the brother and sister who were slumped together, feeling a deep sense of guilt.

He slowly walked forward, handed over two cups of warm water, and massaged Nangong Lian's sore arms.

"Thank you all for your hard work today. I didn't expect the Industry and Commerce Bureau to come to our door at this time, which disrupted our preparation time."

"Plus, with our reputation spreading, we've done at least 700 orders today. The mess is due to my poor planning."

He raised his hand to rub his temples, then simply plopped down on the ground.

In fact, he was already exhausted. After a whole day of tossing the wok, his wrists were sore and numb.

His shirt was soaked with sweat on the back, like a towel; if you wrung it out, the sweat would gush out.

However, as the backbone of the team, he must shoulder the responsibility and provide support for the entire team.

"This is fucking exhausting!"

Nangong cursed angrily, his eyes falling into a deep daze. He then looked at Gao Yang with a helpless expression, like that of a child.

Gao Yang naturally understood what he meant and gave a wry smile.

"I've already started making preparations for the banquet."

He took out a stack of sheets.

These are the phone reservations for today. Some are community-organized dinners, and others are for elites from nearby office buildings.

"Just you wait and see. My suggestion is to accept some banquet invitations from office buildings. They usually invite leaders or clients to dinner, and the commerce bureau will naturally offer a high price."

Nangong's eyes lit up, and he quickly grabbed the stack of orders and started looking through them one by one.

"Holy crap! This table is priced at 1500! That means we'll have to cut back on making 300 takeout orders!"

Nangong Lian stared wide-eyed.

As a genius of the Nangong family, he was nurtured by his family from a young age, so they were naturally not stingy with money.

He originally had no concept of money, but after working here for two days, he naturally started to calculate the cost of a 5-yuan takeout meal.

Nangong Hong also came over with great interest, and after seeing the ingredients listed on the menu, she felt both relieved and scared.

"These ingredients are so expensive, no wonder this meal costs 1500."

She looked at Gao Yang, her eyes filled with a hint of excitement.

"Quickly accept this order! Once we get this one, our pressure will be greatly reduced."

"Moreover, the ingredients for this order all require long-term stewing. As long as we process them in advance and let them stew slowly on the side, it won't take up much of our time, and we can continue with the takeout business."

Seeing the excited expressions on their faces, Gao Yang's tense lips also curled up slightly.

"I had noticed this order before. It was placed by a tech company next door to treat their clients to dinner."

"The time is set for 7 pm tomorrow. Although it clashes with the evening rush hour, at that time we only need to finish plating and put away the food, so we won't waste much time."

He paused, looked at the two of them, and his expression was serious.

"If we do well on this order, we'll get more and more orders, and we won't have to struggle so much with takeout."

"So, let's work hard again tomorrow. I believe our efforts will eventually pay off."

…………

Meanwhile, Old Jack and his friends were sitting on the second floor of the restaurant.

"Jack, I was wondering why no one was sitting down to eat at the restaurant across the street, but they were still cooking."

"I finally found out. It's because they invented something called 'takeout'. They don't let people eat in the store at all. Instead, they have deliverymen deliver the food to the dormitories so that students can eat in their dorms."

Daniel's words echoed in everyone's ears like a thunderclap.

Everyone suddenly realized what was happening.

"My God, I was wondering why they could keep cooking like that, it was like seeing a ghost."

"It turns out those people carrying big boxes were delivery drivers. They would deliver the food, and the three of them would just cook the dishes inside the restaurant."

"These Chinese are really cunning."

Old Jack stood there, his face ashen.

The fat on his face twitched uncontrollably, and the shock in his eyes was slowly replaced by anger.

"These Chinese are still just like their ancestors, only good at hiding in corners like rats and using crooked and evil methods."

He spent so much money, putting on a show, writing complaint letters, and monopolizing the surrounding ingredients, all to prevent Su Jin Restaurant from having any business.

And now? Nobody buys into it at all; they must have gotten their ingredients from Su Wanqing's hotel.

"Bang!"

He slammed his fist into the wall, and the plaster fell down in a flurry.

The scene fell silent instantly, the air pressure suddenly increased, and no one spoke.

"Jack, we're going to get into food delivery too, and we're going to let other businesses around here know about it. I refuse to believe that with so many of us, we can't beat those three."

David spoke first.

Jack looked at him, not quite understanding at first, then let out a sinister laugh.

"Great idea, let's do it. I don't believe they can keep monopolizing the food delivery market forever."

They huddled together and quickly devised a plan for tomorrow.