In a small town in the Northeast, there was a restaurant present there known as Jinfeng's Tower. Its dining area and kitchen were in relatively unused rooms which were renovated for the purpose of serving food and pr
oviding seating. It was also essentially the only entrance into the building that people knew of. The restaurant had a fixed time frame it would be open every single day: from 5:15 in the morning to 7:45 at night. However, the lights from candles continued to burn inside the building even after closing for the night. While there were days where it reached its full capacity and bustled with people, it never once had a change in the number of employees working there.
Or rather, employee.
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Earlier that day, Jinfeng's Tower was packed. One man bounced around the place, taking orders, cooking entrees and appetizers, and serving them. A man and his wife had ordered dumplings. Not even reciting the order back, he nodded, swiftly catching a falling plate in the same fluent motion, putting the plate back on the table before heading to the kitchen, preparing the dumplings he had made in advance for the guests. Every single entrée was prepared before-hand, as many of them required a lot of preparation. Swiftly, he returned with the plates. Near the entrance, he noticed a group of five walking in and taking seats. At the same time, a larger table of 10 was clearing out. He grabbed a few wet cloths out of his apron and then some empty trays. Tossing the wet cloths on the table, he jumps up on the tables with trays balancing on his hands. Sliding across the table with the cloths underneath his shoes, he kicked up the tip from the order, plates and cups as he slid down, altering his footing constantly to wipe down the table. He balances them all on top of the trays, tossing them up in the air as he leaps. He then catches the trays setting them down by sink where the dishes would be washed. He then turns around, grabbing a notepad and spinning a pencil in between his finger as he looks up at the group of five.
"Welcome to Jinfeng's Tower," He said as they looked at their menus, "How can I help you?"
Two of them ordered a chicken curry, one ordered stir fry noodles with vegetables, one ordered dumplings, and the fifth person at the table ordered orange chicken. He nodded, swiftly preparing the plates. Shortly, he returned with the plates, all while setting on another round of entrees and appetizers, practically being in two places at once. Things like this were typical for him when running the restaurant. However, he did notice a bit of a light show in the distance. He shrugged it off, however. After all, he was packed, and there would be more people that needed to be served or wanted more.
