Chapter 159: The Fiery Sales Continued

Lewis got to work, and the shed he set up was quite spacious, finally allowing everyone to avoid the scorching sun.

Liu Heming, along with Amelia and the other two, worked busily. However, even with one more person, the pancake-making speed didn’t improve much.

Many people were trying pancakes for the first time. Only the young folks from Walker Town and Glent Town, who had come before, were here for the second time and could accurately choose the toppings that suited their taste. Others couldn’t, so this unintentionally added a lot of time to the pancake-making process.

Luckily, they had eaten lunch before coming. Otherwise, with this non-stop busyness, Amelia and the others might have really struggled to keep up. They were exhausted from yesterday—their wrists had been moving constantly on the iron griddle without any breaks.

Alex, on the other hand, was quite relaxed, running around the restaurant with her two bear bodyguards. She wasn’t just playing around; she was leading the Bear Cubs to push carts and collect plates.

A little past three in the afternoon, the line outside finally shortened a bit, but then a small incident occurred.

The afternoon sun was blazingly strong. Even with the shed, people standing near the edges still got sunburned. Plus, with little to no wind, it felt stuffy and hot even under the shed. A young man fainted while waiting in line.

Liu Heming was in the middle of making a pancake when he saw the commotion outside. He dropped everything and rushed out. He was worried, afraid that the situation outside might bring trouble for them.

“What happened to him?” Liu Heming quickly asked after coming outside.

“Maybe it’s the heat. Should we call an ambulance?” someone nearby suggested.

In the United States, you don’t call an ambulance lightly. They don’t come for free—they charge. And in a remote place like Xiangshui Town, an ambulance ride would probably cost at least two or three hundred dollars.

“No need. Even if we call, it’ll take a long time for them to get here. Alex, go back and use the sweet potatoes you brought to make some sweet potato juice. Hurry,” Liu Heming shook his head and said, then called out to Alex.

“Mm-hmm.”

The little one nodded and ran back into the restaurant on her short legs.

Liu Heming asked everyone to step back a bit to let the air circulate. He figured the young man was suffering from heatstroke. The sweet potatoes Alex had brought as snacks came in handy.

A short while later, the little one came back with a small cup of sweet potato juice. Liu Heming took it, held the young man’s head up, and poured it into his mouth.

After that, he waited anxiously along with everyone else. He was worried he might have misjudged the situation—what if the young man had some other illness?

Fortunately, under everyone’s watchful eyes, the young man slowly opened his eyes, and his breathing returned to normal.

“Alright, I’ll take him inside the restaurant to rest. Is that okay with everyone?” Liu Heming asked, looking around.

“OK, OK, we don’t mind.”

“So lucky, he’s saved. That was amazing.”

Everyone chattered in response.

“Lewis, get some iced lemonade and have Alex and the Little Bears hand it out to everyone,” Liu Heming said to Lewis after helping the young man into the restaurant.

The afternoon sun was too intense. If they didn’t cool everyone down, more people might suffer from heatstroke.

Lewis didn’t delay. After all, Liu Heming was the big boss here, so whatever he said went. A large bucket of iced lemonade was placed on the food truck, with Amelia sitting on top.

The Little Bears pushed the cart outside, and the little one scooped the drink out with a ladle. They worked together very smoothly.

The reason Liu Heming sent his daughter and the Bear Cubs out was because he was worried. He feared that people, desperate from the heat, might rush to grab the drinks if someone else handed them out. But you wouldn’t snatch something from a child’s hands, would you? Plus, there were two Bear Cubs acting as bodyguards.

“Dexter, I’m a bit worried. I don’t know if there will be this many people tomorrow,” Lewis said, walking up to Liu Heming with a bitter smile.

“Consider it a happy problem. We’ll have to manage for now. Hurry up and start construction on your new restaurant,” Liu Heming joked.

Everyone’s buying enthusiasm was just too strong. In the short time they were delayed, the long line outside had formed again. Liu Heming didn’t dare slack off. He handed the young man over to Lewis for care and hurried back to the iron griddle.

“What flavor would you like?” After making a few more, Liu Heming routinely asked the tall, sturdy young man in front of him.

“Haha, I know, it must be you,” the young man said cheerfully, looking closely at Liu Heming and grinning happily.

“Hey, buddy, hurry up and choose. There are many people waiting in line behind you,” Liu Heming had to remind him.

“OK, give me one of each flavor,” the young man said with a laugh, then went to the side to pay.

Liu Heming shook his head. Young people these days often made him feel old. He used to think of himself as a fresh young guy, but now his youth was gone.

“Boss, we’ve already sold over three hundred sets. It looks like we might break a thousand by the time we close tonight,” Amelia reported during a short break.

“It’s probably just these couple of days. People find it novel, and some even bought several sets at once. Don’t forget to help me find more staff. It’ll make things easier for you all too,” Liu Heming said without stopping his hands.

Amelia nodded, admiring Liu Heming’s quick and efficient movements. The boss alone did the work of three people, yet each pancake he made was perfect.

A new wave of customers arrived, and Liu Heming sped up a bit. He was trying to share the load for Amelia and the others, so the three girls wouldn’t be exhausted again.

Even he himself was starting to feel tired now. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time—the last time was when he first arrived in the United States and was plowing the fields by himself.

This made him reflect. Even though they were making good money, it was honestly earned through hard work. Making pancakes non-stop was almost like working on an assembly line. The only difference was that one customer might like extra chicken strips, while the next preferred soy-braised beef.

He also realized why Amelia and the others had only taken a few sips of the morel mushroom soup at lunch, even though they clearly loved it. They simply didn’t have much time to freely use the restroom.

The sales slip had printed out very long. With their continuous work, the number of pancakes had long surpassed a thousand sets, and even the rougamo sold more than usual.