Another day passed.
On the fifth day of the stall being open, long before Jiang Feng even arrived at the canteen, many department heads were already assigning their subordinates the crucial task of securing the roasted chickens. Several managers explicitly ordered their staff to bring back half a roasted chicken each. Consequently, the canteen was already swarming with people who had arrived early to queue.
"No way, what time is it? Why are there so many people here to eat already?"
"It's because you can't get one otherwise! There's a limited number of roasted chickens, so we have to rush for them!"
"That delicious roasted chicken—how could you possibly get to eat it if you didn't vie for it?"
"It really is tasty. Our manager asked me to bring back a portion to try."
"What a coincidence! I hurried over here specifically for a roasted chicken too."
Quite a few people were discussing it.
