Ideals are enchanting, yet reality is quite stark.
Servants and graduates ascended the mountain with Xia Yu, and although it was the scheduled opening time of 6 PM, a full quarter hour later, not a single customer had shown up at the mountaintop restaurant.
The graduates were either chatting or scrolling through their phones at the tables on the first floor.
Finally, Shigong Xiaoci Lang, who had been observing the scene, couldn't help but stand up and walk over to the outdoor kitchen in the center of the Skywell.
He watched as Xia Yu bustled about non-stop during that quarter hour and asked,
"What are you busy with if no customers are ordering?"
Xia Yu looked up.
"Preparing!"
He replied with a smile, "Some dishes on the menu are quite complex; it's always good to have things ready in advance!"
In front of him were ten identical pots, each wafting a rich aroma.
It was the sauce for Mapo Tofu!
"Click!"
