Chapter 307

With a clatter, Luna White placed the last stack of bowls into the sterilizer and wiped the sweat from her brow. Ryan Wallace was mopping the floor, while the new kitchen helper had already collapsed onto the table, exhausted.

The past two days had been insane. Before opening, they never imagined business would boom like this—they were severely understaffed. Everyone was working triple shifts, barely finding time to take a sip of water.

Slurp— Luna cradled a large bowl of thick soup, eating with gusto. After the lunch rush, she had personally cooked a full pot, and now those who still had energy were devouring it.

"Sis!" Luna swallowed a mouthful of hot broth. "We really need to hire more help. You were scrambling with the cash register today—if you make a mistake, the loss could cover two waitresses' wages."

Luna and Ryan exchanged glances, their faces brimming with joy. The White Family Spicy Hotpot had officially taken off. Though they weren’t sure how long this surge would last—especially with the boost from the recent community event—it was a promising start.

"Your brother-in-law and I were just discussing that," Luna said, drying her hands. "We had so many new customers today, all brought in by regulars. We’re thinking of recruiting from our home village—people we know well, easier to manage."

Luna frowned. "Sis, you can’t turn the back room into a dorm! Fire regulations strictly prohibit it. If something happens, the consequences would be disastrous."

"She’s right," Andrew Smith’s voice came from the doorway, snow still dusting his shoulders. "I know a reliable security guard who’s looking for work."

Luna’s eyes brightened, her lips curling into an unconscious smile. She had known he’d come today.

Andrew’s chest warmed at the sight of her grin. In that moment, he finally understood what poets meant by "a single glance that outshines a thousand charms."

"Get Andrew a bowl of soup!" Luna fretted, stomping her foot. "Honestly, girl, don’t you know how to take care of your own man?"

Andrew had already helped himself to a generous serving. "Don’t trouble yourself, sis. I’ve got it." He took a deep sip, the warmth spreading from his stomach to his limbs. This place always felt so alive—nothing like his own cold, empty home.

"Who made this? It’s delicious," he asked, feigning ignorance.

"It was Auntie Luna!" Samuel Jackson piped up.

Andrew’s eyes gleamed as he sidled up to Luna. "Any news from Shawn Johnson?"

"He sent the land deed," she murmured. "Oh, and look into someone for me—Julia Shaw."

Andrew’s pupils constricted. He knew that name—the eldest daughter of the Shaw family.

"And dig up everything you can on the Shaws. The more details, the better," Luna added.

"Aren’t you going to ask why?" She tilted her head.

Andrew chuckled. "You always have your reasons. I know your heart—even if you don’t always see it yourself."

Luna nearly choked on her soup. Was this man handing her a good person card? Should she even accept it?

"Stop grinning. I’m taking you home to rest," Andrew pinched her cheek. "You barely slept last night."

Luna rattled off more suggestions for kitchen renovations, and Luna and Ryan nodded eagerly. Their daily revenue had already surpassed five thousand, with profits in the thousands—something they’d never dreamed of back in the village.

Ryan was fired up. He’d expected to be hauling bricks in the city, but now he was a business owner. At this rate, they could buy a house and settle down within a year.

Life was truly getting better by the day.