After a pleasant lunchtime, Tang Ze prepared to head downstairs to the café as usual.
Business at the café was as good as ever during mealtimes. Even though Tooru Amuro's schedule had become far too busy and he was often absent, the café's menu had already become famous far and wide, with an endless stream of customers coming specifically to try it.
Setting aside the café's own business, factors such as Akechi Goro frequently coming and going here and Mori Kogoro's detective agency being upstairs, combined with the fact that Café Poirot's name itself came from detective fiction, had given the place something of the feel of a concept-themed shop.
In short, it was practically an internet-famous spot now.
"Thanks for your hard work, Tang Ze."
Seeing Tang Ze come in, automatically put on an apron, and head behind the counter to help wash dishes and clean up, Azusa Enomoto gave him an apologetic smile.
"Mr. Amuro isn't here at noon and won't come in until the afternoon, so it's normal for the café to be a little busier. The part-time waiters aren't very skilled yet." Tang Ze smiled dismissively, put on kitchen gloves, and began cleaning with practiced ease.
"It's not just about helping out..." Azusa Enomoto sighed at the large amount of scraps left over from the ingredients, then started tidying the clutter on the prep counter. "The shop's getting busier and busier now. It must be hard for you, staying here like this, right?"
The shop was doing very well, and it was certainly more exhausting for employees like them, but at least their income would rise quite a bit.
But this was Tang Ze's home while he was staying here. No one would like coming home only to find the place so crowded they could barely