Seeing the coupon in Bai Xinyu's hand, Yue Jiuling smiled. She knew Bai Xinyu's way of repaying her was a bit funny, but she still said with a wry smile, "Okay, I know you mean well, but Young Master Long is on leave today, so let's have dinner another time."

"Ah~ Did Young Master Long take the day off today?"

Upon hearing that Ya Zi had taken leave, Bai Xinyu immediately went to check Ya Zi's seat, but she couldn't find him. She turned to him and said, "Okay, then next time. But why did he take leave today?"

"I don't know. He told me last night that if I didn't see him today, I should write him a leave note."

"Oh, I see."

Bai Xinyu understood.

Hidden had already finished writing his leave request. He went to get a steamed bun from Mu Xiaoyi and ate it, while also teasing the little flower fairy, saying, "Nothing much to do today, come sing us a song~"

"No, I don't want to sing anymore."

The little flower fairy, hands on her hips, said, "None of you water or fertilize me, so I'm not singing for you!"

Just then, Xiao Baicai finally arrived at work, carrying several lunch boxes. As soon as he came in, he said, "Hey, has everyone had breakfast yet? I have some food here. Last night, Xiao Hui and the others made a lot of pastries, saying that someone had pre-ordered them, but after waiting for a long time, no one came to pick them up. Then we checked the order and found that the time was wrong; it's for this day next month. So these pastries have to be disposed of. I figured they wouldn't sell so quickly if I took them to the store, so I brought them here for everyone to try."

Since restaurants now sell pastries and offer customization, it's not surprising to hear about customized pastries. The only problem is that misreading the order time is such a waste of everyone's time and effort.

"Oh my god, you guys did all that for nothing, that's so sad~"

Ye Dongfeng took out a cute cabbage-shaped pastry from Xiaobaicai's food box and ate it. He said, "How many pastries have you made? If you can't sell them all, won't you lose a fortune?"

"It's alright, just five hundred," Xiaobaicai shook her head and sighed. "Actually, if we sold them in the store, we could probably get rid of them. I'm just worried about the shelf life. These pastries can only last for a week at most."

"It's only been a week, so it's really possible that we won't be able to sell them all."

After thinking for a moment, Yinni said, "Unless you lower the price, or someone orders a custom order now, you might really not be able to sell them all."

"Yeah, well, never mind, let's just keep selling them like this for now."

Little Cabbage, biting into a cute puppy-shaped pastry, said, "We can eat it ourselves, or give it away."

Yue Jiuling also ate some of Xiaobaicai's pastries: "These taste pretty good, and they look nice too. Don't worry about not being able to sell them, Xiaobaicai. When you get back, have them put them up at the restaurant entrance, and they'll definitely sell."

"Yes, yes, it tastes so good and looks so good, it's sure to sell."

Bai Xinyu echoed this, and she also ate several pastries with Mu Xiaoyi.

...

In a small, privately owned fried chicken shop, several girls went in to order food. However, since the shop was privately owned and the owner and servers were all the same man, their attitude was not very good, and was even a bit rude.

A few girls were chattering away as they looked at the menu, then ordered and sat down to the side. Since they were the only girls in the restaurant, one of them joked to her companions, "Oh dear, look, have we booked the whole place? Hahaha~"

The girl was just joking, but whether it was because the owner was in a bad mood or something, after hearing what she said, he suddenly said in a very unpleasant tone, "Rent out the whole place? Ten thousand yuan for that, can you afford it?"

The boss's tone was very unpleasant, even somewhat disdainful. The girls looked at each other in silence, finished their food quietly, and then left.

Just as she was leaving, the girl who had been joking glanced back at the shop owner.