Ling watched more famished diners pour into the restaurant. The new menu was proving popular, too popular—she told herself it was just supply and demand.
“Table for four. It’s all you can eat, right?”
Ling glanced around. “I’ll squeeze you in round the corner.”
Once they’d been seated, Ling headed into the kitchen.
“Got four more plump ones.”
He husband didn’t look at her.
“I’m not turning people away. It’s bad business,” she said.
He stopped slicing raw meat. The smell made Ling nauseous, but they needed to stay in the black.
“That the last of yesterday’s diners, already?”