Xiong Bingsheng, after all, works in administration and can immediately spot the current problems at the Seventh Dining Hall. He nodded and said somewhat regretfully,
"It's just that the Seventh Dining Hall happens to be closed on weekends. This way, those who only have time to come and enjoy the food on weekends have no hope at all."
"There are only a few private rooms to begin with, and there are too many people wanting to book. By doing this, I consider myself as helping to filter some out; others should actually thank me for it."
Jiang Yu joked as he picked up his teacup, gently blew on it, took a small sip, and then continued,
"At the time, I really didn't think too much, just about how to resolve the internal rotations of the dining hall. As for affecting some people coming to dine, I can only apologize."
Saying this, he couldn't help but smile wryly and sighed lightly,
