At 5:17 p.m., Qin Huai watched the last batch of crab-filled pork buns steaming and clapped his hands to wrap up the day's work, shaking off the soreness in his arms from intense labor, twisting his waist, and heading over to where Wang Gen Sheng and the others were.
Zhao Cheng'an saw that Qin Huai was off work and immediately handed over his unfinished butterfly cakes to Pei Xing: "Pei Xing, I've got something to do, help me with the rest of the butterfly cakes, and tomorrow I'll guide you through the making of puff pastry."
"Sure, Master Zhao." Pei Xing took over Zhao Cheng'an's task as usual, watching Zhao Cheng'an cheerfully run off to a small table.
"Hey, it's off work time, off work time!" Zhao Cheng'an basically lets his hair down as soon as he leaves Zhiwei Restaurant, and now that everyone present is either his own people or soon-to-be his own, he lets loose even more, like a horse freed from its reigns.
