"Lao Jiang, limiting the sale of fifty portions of the mouth-watering chicken each meal; isn't it a bit too few?"
Li Yue and Shen Deqing, new to the shop, have become more adept at their roles. Now, Zhihai hardly needs to intervene, just staying near the card machine, managing the cash register, and occasionally lending a hand as needed.
Because of this arrangement, amidst a busy noon, Zhihai was the most relaxed among everyone in the shop. Once everyone took a break, Zhihai approached Jiang Yu and asked, puzzled,
"Could it be that you're concerned about earning too much?"
"Of course, it's not more than what you earn at home."
Jiang Yu glanced at him and replied jokingly, then turned serious,
"Fifty portions are already quite a lot, and with so many people lining up, how much can be considered enough? Right now, we sell at least 300 dumplings with soup each meal, yet there are still people who can't get any."
"It's because the shop is too small, and there aren't enough staff."
