"Hello~ Boss~ We're back~" While Heath was serving customers, he heard two men's voices. He paused, then looked over and saw two men with slightly flushed faces greeting him enthusiastically.
"Oh, Mr. Dagang. Will you have the usual today?" Heath recognized him at a glance. After all, the man had left quite a deep impression on him.
As for the other man, Heath remembered that his name seemed to be...
What was it again? Heath did not remember much. After all, he really had served a tremendous number of customers yesterday, certainly not a small number, and naturally he could not remember every customer's name.
He only remembered Mr. Dagang because of a few distinctive things about him.
Mr. Dagang was a very unusual customer at Heath's barbecue stall. His favorite thing to do was drink, and his second favorite was drink while eating barbecue. In any case, whenever Heath had seen Mr. Dagang lately, he had been drinking. Yesterday was no exception. He had drunk a huge amount at Heath's stall, leaving Heath repeatedly dumbfounded.
Heath had long suspected that Mr. Dagang's alcohol tolerance might be rather terrifying. After all, his capacity was truly frightening: he could easily drink hundreds of bottles over a single barbecue meal.
Frankly, Heath thought Mr. Dagang probably belonged to the naturally gifted sort. Even if someone like him did not work, becoming a competitive-eating streamer would be a very easy option.
"Haha~ That's right. Bring me some barbecue to go with my drinks~ Anything will do~" Mr. Dagang said cheerfully. The smell of alcohol on his breath was rather strong. Heath gave him a curious look. Had Mr. Dagang just eaten at the barbecue stall next door? After all, when Heath had seen a barbecue stall offering its customers a free case of