"What are the numbers at the door?"

"It seems like more than 500."

"Oh my god, it's only around 10 o'clock now. If it's 12 o'clock, the number will be one or two thousand, right?"

"Yes, I heard that Boss Cao informed me that the purchase of fermented steamed buns and three-pack buns has also been restricted. Each person cannot purchase more than 6 items at a time."

"Is this the first time our Huangji has issued a purchase restriction?"

"There is no way. Even if there are only 1,000 noodles, 6 for each person is still 6,000 pastries. Master Qin is too exhausted to make them."

"Isn't Master Zheng helping?"

"Master Zheng is slow."

Zheng Da who tried his best to help:...

What did you say? What did you say? What does it mean that Master Zheng is slow???

Is he slow? He...

Zheng Da glanced at Qin Huai, who was almost catching up with the speed of the factory assembly line.

Okay, he is a little slow.

But this can't be entirely blamed on him. After all, he hasn't made much snacks in these years, and Qin Huai also made them too fast.

Zheng Da glanced at Qin Huai with some worry, feeling that something was wrong with Qin Huai's condition.

Zheng Da understands this situation very well, and it is exactly the same as Huang Shengli. Huang Shengli was like this when he first started running Huang Ji. He couldn't bear to make his customers wait for no results, so he could only force himself to work more.

A little more today, a little more tomorrow, and over time, coupled with the big wave of "Zhiwei", waist strain occurred, which directly affected the career of a chef.

But Zheng Da felt that Qin Huai and Huang Shengli were a little different at that time.

Huang Shengli was forced to do more because of his inner pressure. It was forced.

Qin Huai seems to be enjoying this... quite a lot.

Zheng Da was a little confused.

Qin Huai usually doesn't look like a workaholic.

Could it be that the group of scroll kings from Zhiweiju led him astray?

Not to mention that Zheng Da felt confused, Qin Huai himself felt very magical.

The number of people queuing outside increased sharply. Foreman Cao adopted an emergency plan to issue numbers to those queuing offline first, and then started queuing online. He also sent a waiter to persuade the customers who had queued up to leave, telling them that Huang Ji would not open until after 11 o'clock.

The system will send a notification to your mobile phone in advance. It's still early and you can go shopping around first. There are also pedestrian streets nearby.

Everyone in the back kitchen sent Dong Shi to inquire about these situations clearly.

The pressure in the kitchen is also great.

Because many customers have received double numbers, both for dine-in and take-out snacks, double insurance is great even if there is no time to buy snacks for dine-in.

Not to mention that some customers queue up at the door before eight o'clock just to eat snacks and dishes. They are afraid that they will miss out if they don't see the message on their mobile phones and are unwilling to leave, so they have to wait in line at the door.

It can be said that during the explosive period of Huang Ji, the kitchen had pressure from the kitchen, and the management had pressure from management.

Even the mascot Shaodong is constantly answering the phone to inform customers about the sales model and sales time of the fruit.

As news about Dong Shi spread to the kitchen one after another, everyone's pressure gradually increased.

Afraid of screwing up.

Even senior brother Huang Jia, who is as stable as he is, is afraid of screwing up at such a critical moment.

In such an atmosphere, Dong Shi did not dare to gossip and carefully matched up. At most, he would go out from time to time to take a look and inform everyone about the queue situation outside.

In such an atmosphere, Qin Huai, who is under the most pressure at work, should theoretically be nervous.

But Qin Huai didn't.

On the contrary, Qin Huai felt very comfortable.

Obviously no one spoke, everyone was immersed in doing their own things for fear of making mistakes.

The workload is so overwhelming that you can't see it all at a glance, and the number of more than 500 people lined up outside the door is so large that every Baikan dim sum chef will go dark when he sees it.

Obviously the working atmosphere is extremely depressing, but I am almost finished working on the assembly line. I am ruthlessly brushing up on the experience machine. I wish I had eight hands that can knead the dough and mix the stuffing at the same time. It is best to chop and cook the stuffing at the same time.

But Qin Huai likes this atmosphere very much.

This is an atmosphere where everyone is very nervous, but they are all working hard, with high efficiency, no mistakes, clear division of labor, and tacit cooperation.

In this atmosphere, Qin Huai felt that he was even more comfortable kneading dough.

Qin Huai shook his arm.

A Zhiweiju chef who knew a little about relief hurriedly stepped forward: "Master Qin, is your arm sore? Do you need me to massage it for you?"

"No, no, no." Qin Huai quickly refused.

Damn it, I like this atmosphere better.

Qin Huai thought seriously, is he actually a hidden workaholic?

No, he really likes to take vacations.

I am happiest when I lie at home watching TV, eating fruit, drinking ice-cold carbonated drinks, and ordering takeout.

At the Huangji entrance, foreman Cao and the waiters persuaded many people at the back of the queue to leave, and the queue seemed much shorter.

Angrily and panting, Wang Gen parked the shared bicycle and ran towards Huang Ji without even having time to lock it. As he ran, he looked at the queue and muttered in his heart that there were not too many people there. Qian Zhongheng really lied about the military situation, while speeding up.

Go to the registration desk at the door.

"Take...get 2 numbers!"

"Uncle, one person can only receive one number." the waiter reminded.

Wang Gensheng was still panting: "My wife is still on her way here on bicycle, and I also took her number."

Morning jogging is still useful. Wang Gensheng pedaled faster than Chen Juan with three cans of sophora nectar in his bag.

The waiter skillfully handed Wang Gensheng a number: "Uncle, you can only take the number when someone arrives. I can only give you a number first. There is a pedestrian street nearby. You can go shopping first. This is your number 555. If you are quick, it will be 12 o'clock.

It will take about 10 minutes to get in line. You can scan the code on this paper and a message will be sent to remind you when it is almost there."

"Can you do it? If not, I will scan the code for you."

"Yes." Wang Gensheng nodded blankly. He was completely shocked by the number of people lining up.

Wang Gensheng stood on the edge waiting for Chen Juan. During this period, seven or eight people came to take numbers. When Chen Juan arrived, the waiter issued the number and took a look.

587.

Wang Gensheng:!!!

Wang Gensheng, who has worked as a professional accountant for decades, said that when he was an accountant and calculated wages for people in the factory, he could only calculate the wages of so many people in one month.

"Didn't there just be 7 or 8 people here just now?" Wang Gensheng was shocked.

"There are many people who pick up numbers online, but don't worry, uncle, we have reorganized the number registration here. Many people who pick up numbers online are just trying their luck, and they may not come." The waiter comforted.

Wang Gensheng said he was not relieved at all.

Just when Wang Gensheng and Chen Juan were deeply shocked by the number of people and the speed of queuing, another girl stepped forward to take a number.

"Hello, I have queued up my number online and would like to ask when will number 376 be available?"

"About 11:45, we will send you a message online then."

Wang Gensheng felt that this girl's voice sounded familiar, so he turned to look.

Qu Jing!

"Doctor Qu." Wang Gensheng was shocked again.

He just heard something. Qu Jing was actually queuing up numbers, and she only got number 376.

Qu Jing is Qin Huai's friend, Xiaozao's first priority.

When she was in the Yunzhong Canteen, whenever Qu Jing queued up, she would always turn on the small stove. Even if she went to the canteen after get off work in the afternoon, she could still get a full set of snacks.

Xu Tuqiang loves glutinous rice cakes so much. Before Qu Jing came, Qinhuai wouldn't even make them once a week. After Qu Jing came, Yunzhong Canteen sold glutinous rice cakes every day, and they appeared more frequently than Crab Shell Huang.

Now in Suzhou, Qu Jing actually has to wait in line to eat dim sum.

Wang Gensheng just felt like the sky was falling.

Just now he was thinking that if he couldn't buy it, he would send a message to Qin Huai, shamelessly asking Qin Huai to open a small stove for him, and it would be best to mix two cups of tangerine peel tea.

Now, if there is any small stove to open, Qu Jing has to wait in line.

"Uncle Wang." Qu Jing was a little surprised and subconsciously wanted to put on the hat and mask.

Qu Jing had a day off today and secretly came to Huangji to queue up to buy snacks. Thinking that she would not meet anyone she knew, she only wore gloves and a scarf, without a hat or mask.

I still wear a scarf because it’s cold.

Since she started to secretly bask in the sun, Qu Jing felt that it would be good to go out without covering up. She would expose the skin that should be exposed and even breathe freely.
To be continued...