In the days after the holiday, Haiqin Restaurant's business was practically a replica of itself.
Every day, it was packed with distinguished guests, business booming.
It was simply astonishing.
For the past few nights, Zhang Zhaohai and Song Wenqin had counted the day's revenue every evening, their initial wild joy gradually turning into shocked confusion, and then finally numbness.
They seemed to have finally begun accepting the fact that their restaurant had somehow become wildly popular.
That noon, Zhang Zhaohai stood outside the restaurant, watching the bustling lobby as he smoked one cigarette after another.
"Is it really going to take off?" he muttered to himself.
Just two days ago, they had finalized the filming details with the production team of the documentary Flavors of the Human World. The date had been set, and all that remained was for the crew to come by and begin filming soon.
He had originally expected to wait until the documentary aired, then ride that wave and give their restaurant a proper round of publicity.
A restaurant featured on a Penguin Video food program would be plenty talk-worthy. Given how much the people of Yinghai loved a spectacle, business would surely soar straight into the sky.
But filming had not even started yet. How had things already entered this kind of rhythm ahead of schedule?
"Our ancestors are blessing us!" He closed his eyes and silently offered a few words of gratitude and prayer.
"Old Zhang, go help out in the kitchen again. The newly hired chefs will arrive this afternoon," Song Wenqin called from behind the bar.
"Coming, coming!" Zhang Zhaohai answered as he turned and headed into the kitchen.
With business booming, their original number of chefs was nowhere near enough. Over the past few days, they had been urgently hiring more