Because of Old Wu's illness, Lü Yazhi had to hand over the management of the restaurant to Wen Qiao, while Wen Qiao also had her own job.
Fortunately, Shen Jichuan helped find someone who had previously worked as a cafeteria director to work as the restaurant manager.
But she couldn't leave her family's restaurant entirely to outsiders, so Wen Qiao would go there every weekend.
She didn't notice it at first.
It was only later that they discovered that the restaurant's original group of middle-aged women had previously worked for Wen Qiao's mother and had been slacking off.
Later, we hired two young waiters, which boosted their morale.
But this time, when Lü Yazhi was taking care of Old Wu at home, the restaurant staff found out about it.
Not only were the waiters starting to slack off, but even the cooks in the kitchen were becoming lazy.
Everyone knows that Wen Qiao usually comes on weekends.
Business is actually quite good from Monday to Friday, but the hygiene before opening for meals is very perfunctory.
Wen Qiao arrived by bicycle. After parking her bike, she pushed open the door and walked into the restaurant without calling out to anyone inside.
The first thing I saw was a waiter who had started work at 9:30, sitting in a chair eating sunflower seeds and chatting idly.
These melon seeds were bought by Lü Yazhi and roasted by someone herself, just to make them convenient for guests to eat. A plate of them is served to each table.
Unexpectedly, the waiters started eating before the guests even had a chance to eat.
Actually, even if Wen Qiao and Lü Yazhi saw them eating in private, they wouldn't say anything, but it's inappropriate to eat during working hours.
Upon seeing Wen Qiao, the young waiter immediately became cautious, and the hand that had been wiping the table with a rag suddenly became more diligent.
She whispered, "Auntie, stop eating, someone's coming..."
Knowing that Wen Qiao was watching, the waitress didn't dare to shout.
The group of middle-aged women, laughing and talking, said, completely unconcerned:
"Hey, who's here? We're not even at the restaurant yet. Come back at 10:30."
"This little shabby restaurant is doing pretty well, you know. You know, it used to be so nice working in the cafeteria. We could earn twenty-odd yuan a day without any problems. Even though wages have gone up now, it's still tiring."
"If you ask me, working was easier before."
"It's more relaxing not having to go to work."
Wen Qiao's indifferent voice reached them.
The middle-aged woman, who had been laughing just moments before, immediately looked up at Wen Qiao, who was holding sunflower seeds in her hand, her mouth full of saliva and sunflower seed shells.
Upon seeing Wen Qiao, it was Grandpa Li who chuckled.
He said, "Comrade Wen Qiao, those few are just chatting. If someone comes, everyone is quite enthusiastic about getting things done."
"Uncle Li, stop making excuses."
“You lot, ten yuan each. I’ve told you more than once to clean the restaurant before you open. This is working hours, is it okay to eat here? Is what you’re eating for the customers?”
“I’ve reminded you and told you that mistakes will result in fines. If you can accept that, then do it; if you can’t, then leave.”
Aunt Wang was not happy about this.
"Wen Qiao, what do you mean by that? You deducted ten yuan from my paycheck right away. How much did you actually pay me? Let me tell you, there are plenty of restaurants around here, and they're all short-staffed. They're paying pretty good wages. Do you really think we can't work without you?"
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