The Mid-Autumn Moon shone bright, and Haiqin Restaurant was bustling with activity.
Not everyone went home for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Many people working away from home in Yinghai, students who did not return home for the holiday, and workers from nearby construction sites would likely choose to have a modest meal at a restaurant tonight.
They might not be able to reunite with their families for the Mid-Autumn Festival, but even if separated by thousands of miles, being able to admire the same full moon was still a good thing.
The restaurant buzzed with voices.
Song Wenqin held down the front counter. Although the restaurant had hired several head chefs, given tonight's situation, Zhang Zhaohai naturally had to cook personally and lend a hand as well.
Upstairs and downstairs, the waitstaff constantly moved through the restaurant, busier than ever.
"If our business were like this every day of the year, we'd make a fortune," Zhang Zhaohai said sentimentally as he emerged from the kitchen and leaned close to Song Wenqin.
"You're dreaming too big, aren't you?" Song Wenqin laughed. "If business were really this good every day, we'd have to open a branch by the end of this year. Next year, we'd need at least several more. Within three years, opening seven or eight, even ten restaurants wouldn't be impossible. Keep dreaming."
"That's true. If we really had seven or eight restaurants, we'd be quite something." Zhang Zhaohai smacked his lips.
"Isn't our family doing well enough already?!" Song Wenqin widened her eyes. "Don't be so greedy."
"In the end, it's all thanks to our son." Zhang Zhaohai suddenly sighed.
Now that he was middle-aged, he had not created any particularly good circumstances for his son. Yet later on, all the changes in their family had been brought about by