12:30 P.M., one of the busiest times at the Yunzhong Restaurant.
Ouyang, as usual, sat by the window, enjoying a hearty meal with two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, a snack, a soup, and a fruit. While eating, he looked around to see if any clueless customer dared to drink cold tea, so he could decide whether to slack off later in the canteen.
Slacking off is getting harder by the day.
Because every time he'd try to slack off lately, he'd get caught and be sent to squeeze lemons, causing him to instinctively tremble at the sight of lemons.
Fortunately, there weren't many fearless people today.
Everyone had already understood the rules of the Yunzhong Restaurant: dishes prepared by Qin Huai could be eaten with confidence, Qin Congwen's dishes could be eaten, but with Qin Luo and Zhao Rong, there was an 80% risk.
As for why the risk was 80%, it's because Qin Luo also handled the handmade lemon tea.
Ouyang relaxed and continued eating.
