Although Heath felt that, as a chef, he would basically never encounter that sort of thing, he was still very pleased with Will-O-Wisp. At the very least, it had improved his ability to survive.
"Not many customers..." Heath scratched his head and glanced outside. There was an empty stretch of land outside the truck, and the road was very quiet. Only occasionally did a truck speed past him.
Heath felt he had miscalculated a little. When he opened for business at night, he should have prepared a glowing neon sign with something like "Restaurant" on it. Otherwise, people driving past would have no idea what he did.
"Looks like there are a few more things to buy in the next city." Heath took out his notebook and added a neon sign to it. He had a lot of things to buy now. Ingredients were one thing, but he also needed furniture, and now there was a sign as well.
Heath waited for about another hour before bringing his tables and chairs back inside. He could now be certain that there were hardly any people on Victory Road at night. He just did not know whether there would be any tomorrow, or whether the ingredients he had stocked would be enough.
After bringing everything inside and closing the window and door, Heath opened the lounge door and ducked inside. Once he laid out his sleeping bag, he could get ready for bed.
"Huh? Where's that big bed of mine?" Zorua said, looking disappointed. She circled Heath's sleeping bag twice with a disdainful look.
"We'll buy one in the next city. When I left, I didn't think this food truck would have room for a bed." Heath yawned, not particularly concerned.
After all, the food truck previously had only a tiny lounge,