At around 5 a.m. the next day, the cold-chain truck arrived on time at the entrance of Zhiwei Restaurant to take away all the snacks Qin Huai had stored there. This eye-catching delivery behavior deeply amazed An Youyou, who had never seen such a spectacle.
"M-Master Qin, can Old Shi really finish all these snacks by himself?" An Youyou had only heard yesterday that Qin Huai made a lot of snacks at home, but as an apprentice, she hadn't seen exactly how many there were.
"You have to trust Old Shi, and besides, he's not fighting alone." Qin Huai explained on behalf of Shi Dadan, glancing at the remaining ingredients. "Youyou, go and bring two more bags of flour."
"Okay." An Youyou quickly went to the warehouse to get flour.
During the nearly two months at Zhiwei Restaurant, An Youyou had completely transformed into the image of an excellent apprentice.
