Song Fengzhi had just begun saying, "There was a dish we couldn't sell, so I replaced it with—"
His voice trailed off as he looked up and saw Bo Yan's appearance, staring in shock for several seconds, so frightened that he could barely hold onto his phone for the takeout order.
Bo Yan had also sensed something was off when he was opening the door, but his expression remained composed and serene as he took the takeout with one hand and slammed the door with a "bang" with the other. Xia Siyu was still chasing after him from inside, "What dish was out of stock?"
Bo Yan stuffed the takeout bag into her arms, his face still calm, but one could feel that Bo Yan was a bit irritated. He said, "I'll need double the amount tonight, no, I'm going to have to charge some interest tomorrow morning."
