Pull out the little drawer, pop something in, and slide it back. Although it did not produce quite the same rich aroma as the roadside ovens made specifically for roasting sweet potatoes, it was easy to operate and left little room for error.
All they had to do was watch the time, turn them over, and take them out once they were done.
So she brought out four machines, along with some of Little Red's earlier fruit.
"Let's sell roasted sweet potatoes in this shop. There are so many sweet potatoes in my space that we can't possibly finish them."
Everyone had the same thought: Captain Bai, that has to be a humblebrag.
It was the apocalypse, and she was still using words like "so many" and "can't possibly finish them." Tsk, tsk...
But one look at Captain Bai's serious expression told them she meant it. Thankfully, she was their boss. The richer the boss, the better off the employees, so... having too many was a good thing.
"Four shops. Won't the five of you be a little short-handed? No, six. There's Qian Dou, too."
Bai Yaoyao glanced at little Qian Dou, who was doing his best to puff out his chest and look grown-up, and found him rather amusing.
Although the four shops were close together, they might not be able to help one another if customers arrived at all of them at once.
"Everything we're selling is hard to come by. The Authorities Store usually imposes purchase limits, so we're bound to be especially busy when we first open. With just the few of us, we really won't be able to keep up."
Chen Jing did not try to put on a brave front. She gave an honest assessment, worried they might hold things up or cause some