An hour later, the entire utility room looked brand new.
Bei Yutang glanced at the sky and went downstairs. There were already quite a few people sitting in the hall, and Wang Xiaoyu was busy running back and forth between the kitchen and the hall.
Bei Yutang walked to the food delivery window, saw the dishes coming out of the pot, glanced at the menu, and sent them to table number five.
When Wang Xiaoyu saw her delivering it, she quickly shouted, "Wait, do you know which table this is for?"
"Yes, table five. It's written on the menu."
Wang Xiaoyu looked at it and found it was correct, so she nodded and said, "Then go quickly."
The proprietress looked at Bei Yutang's busy figure and was very satisfied.
The little girl is very smart and can get the hang of things quickly.
By dinner time, more and more people were coming to the restaurant, and the entire hall was completely filled. Xingxin Restaurant's business was the best in the area and it was very famous in the area.
By the time we were proofing in the evening, it was already around eight o'clock in the evening and there were no people on the streets.
In the evening, the proprietress praised Bei Yutang's performance in front of everyone.
After a busy day, I lay on this familiar bed, looking out the window at the night, and fell into a deep sleep. The work at the Happy Hotel was simple. There was no work before the morning, so I just had to be at the restaurant by ten o'clock.
Bei Yutang went out early the next morning.
Following the direction she remembered, she found the room she had been imprisoned in for years. She did not go upstairs, but stood in a corner, staring at the innermost room on the second floor.
Bei Yutang glanced at the time. He should have gone out. Sure enough, the door was opened and a burly, dark-skinned man walked out of the house. He had a cigarette in his mouth and his hands in his pockets as he walked downstairs in a casual manner.
People who met him on the road made way for him when they saw him.
Bei Yutang stared at him intently.
Bei Yutang followed him all the way and saw Zhao Xiong walk to a breakfast stall, sit down and talk loudly.
"Old man, hurry up and serve the food, old rules."
The stall owners were an elderly couple in their fifties. The old man's face changed when he saw Zhao Xiong.
"Zhao Xiong, you'd better pay the money first, or pay off the debt you owed me before. Otherwise, don't even think about letting me give you food again." The old man said with a sullen face.
Zhao Xiong slammed the table, stood up from the ground, and kicked over the small table and stool with one foot. He said fiercely, "Damn it, I came to eat at your place to give you face. You old fool, don't refuse a toast and then drink a forfeit. Believe it or not, I will make sure you can't set up your business on this street anymore."
The old man was so angry that he wanted to go up to him to argue, but was stopped by his wife who was standing beside him.
"Don't bother with him."
The old woman had no choice but to put the food on the table.
When Zhao Xiong saw the bowl of porridge on the table, he slammed the table again and said, "What's the use of a bowl of porridge? Five more buns."
Bei Yutang saw that there were quite a few people standing around, but no one came forward to help. Even the people who had just been eating at the stall hurried away when they saw Zhao Xiong coming.
"This Zhao Xiong is really a piece of shit. He comes here every day to eat and take things for free."
"Who says it's not true? Poor Mr. and Mrs. Zhang."
"Keep your voices down. Don't let Zhao Xiong hear you, otherwise he will beat you half to a pulp." Someone reminded.
After hearing this, the others all shut their mouths, obviously very afraid of Zhao Xiong.
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