Dashi Shenhao

Chapter 9

Zhang Mengmeng didn't eat much this time.

I only ate half of a bowl of rice, and the food was put down after barely moving a few chopsticks.

It's not how unpalatable Qin Youming's cooking really is.

Compared with before, or compared with the surrounding small restaurants, the finished dishes he made now can at least rank in the top three.

But for a rich lady who often goes to high-end restaurants or high-end private restaurants.

These dishes seem too ordinary.

Especially when compared with the dishes Qin Shuai cooked before.

The psychological gap is even greater.

"How can I get this little boss to cook? No way, I can just hire him to be my chef." Zhang Meng was thinking carefully, and her stomach suddenly twitched.

hiss……

His brows were furrowed, looking painful.

Qin Shuai saw that Zhang Mengmeng didn't eat much, and what he thought was that the suitability of the taste seemed to be more important than the dogmatic way of following the scriptures.

I made it myself, obviously there is innovation in it, and it is adjusted according to the taste of customers.

It's a personal thing.

What my father did was 'habitual craftsmanship'.

It is guaranteed that the same dish tastes the same every time it is fried, satisfying the needs of most people's tastes.

Which one is better, it must be Qin Shuai.

But it's not realistic.

Dad doesn't have identification skills, so he can't make fine adjustments.

Just as he was thinking, Qin Youming walked up to Zhang Mengmeng and asked, "Son, is the food not to your taste?"

Zhang Mengmeng quickly shook her head and replied, "No, Uncle, your food is delicious, but I just feel sick to my stomach."

For returning customers, Qin Youming will definitely have preferential treatment. He turned to Qin Shuai and said, "Go, get a bowl of soup."

Qin Shuai: "..."

Although he was speechless, he went into the kitchen obediently.

If you want to kill a big family,

The hot and sour soup is definitely unreliable, and the egg soup is too cheap.

According to Zhang Mengmeng's current situation, blood-enriching soup is the best.

Looking at the console, he found that his father hadn't taken out the half pack of goji berries soaked in water.

Let it be!
Selling 40 pots shouldn't be too expensive, right?After all, there is a health treasure like wolfberry in it.

Qin Shuai opened the fresh-keeping cabinet and took out a piece of fresh pork liver and a handful of spinach from it.

He took it out without cutting it, and pretended to go out to get a Coke. By the way, he tested Zhang Mengmeng's preference for spinach and pork liver soup.

After the appraisal, I ran back to the kitchen and started working.

The movements are smooth and flowing, the techniques are superb, and the self-feeling is good.

In a short time, a dish of wolfberry, pork liver and spinach soup came out of the pot.

After serving it to the table, Zhang Mengmeng looked at the big pot of soup, and kept muttering in her heart, this kid seems to have complicated thoughts.

Whispering goes back to muttering, the mouth is not idle.

This pork liver soup tastes really good.

Pork liver, spinach and wolfberry are also very blood-enriching.

ton ton ton ton...

In less than 10 minutes, she drank a pot of boiling hot soup.

A bowl of rice was also added.

After drinking, wipe your mouth.

I admired the cooking skills of the little boss again.

Cattle! ! !
"Uncle, your food is quite delicious. I don't think there are too many customers?" Zhang Mengmeng rubbed her stomach and said without the slightest image of a lady.

Qin Youming blushed for a rare occasion, and replied, "I'm also quite surprised. It's supposed to be the standard of our cooking, so it shouldn't be like this, but no one came."

Qin Shuai: Two days ago, no one should have come...Repeat customers prove everything...

But of course he wouldn't tear down his father's platform, "Maybe it's because people from other families are used to it."

Qin Youming was deeply convinced.

Zhang Mengmeng nodded and asked, "Little Boss, I don't think you are very old. Are you still in school?"

"Well, I'm in school. I just graduated from high school this year."

"Where did you get the exam?"

When it came to this topic, Qin Youming couldn't hold back anymore. His son was very upbeat, so he decided to 985.

He hurriedly said, "Nanjing University in Jinmen."

"Huh? Uncle, which department is he from?"

"Marketing, right?" Qin Youming turned to look at the son of the top student and asked.

"Ah."

Qin. The top student. Shuai nodded, but he didn't think it was meaningful to show off the school to the rich second generation.

Of course, if dad is happy, let him talk. Is there anything more important than family happiness?
Qin Shuai couldn't figure it out.

Most people think that a good university is the guarantee of a good job and a good future. In a sense, this is indeed the case.

But Shuai Qin definitely didn't think so.

If you want to get rich, you still have to rely on the system.

Taking the time to check his system, looking at the balance, he told himself that he still needs to change jobs...

"Junior." Zhang Mengmeng smiled like a hungry wolf.

She has already started fantasizing about abducting and selling her junior to cook for herself after school starts, after all, the dishes he cooks are too suitable for her taste.

"What?"

"I'm from the Department of Philosophy, one year older than you. I'm an alumnus of Nantah University. My name is Senior Sister."

"What a coincidence." Qin Shuai smiled, a little coldly.

Isn't this guy trying to build a relationship and not settle the bill?
It shouldn't be so much. You are a rich man, so don't take advantage of ordinary families like ours.

If you really don't pay me, I'm going to call the police.

Qin Shuai's performance aroused Zhang Mengmeng's curiosity once again.

In the past, she always played the role of Qin Shuai. Those licking dogs knew about her school, and they wished that they had nothing to do with it and forcibly fabricated it to rely on some connections.

Just to have a little more intimacy.

This little Yingzi has quite a personality, and he seems to be quite resistant to being his senior sister.

Otherwise, why has it been so cold.

It seems that the great cause of abduction and trafficking still has a long way to go...

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After chatting for a while, Zhang Mengmeng wanted to pay the bill.

Qin Youming refused to die.

He said that since he is a classmate, eating in the store is the same as eating at home.

After a lot of evasion, the two finally took a step back.

Just charged for two dishes and rice.

This made Qin Shuai extremely regretful. He knew that it would be better to make seaweed egg soup or tomato egg soup.

deficit……

After Zhang Mengmeng paid the bill, she took her leave and left 'Old Qin's Home Cooking'.

I don't know if it's because there are beauties in the store, and dicks are embarrassed to come in.

Not long after she left, many people came to the store.

There are a few Shuai Qin who have met, and they are repeat customers on the first step.

The new menu is presented, and the work begins.

Resisting the urge to use elementary identification techniques, cooking is entirely based on the guests' own choices.

Throughout the night, there was a result that most people were satisfied with.

However, it is difficult to judge how effective the new menu is.

To talk about the problem, Qin Shuai also discovered one thing, that is, even if the taste is described in detail, there is a gap between the customer's choice and the actual favorite.

He didn't understand why, but he thought of an idea——

Be your own 'reference object'.

Busy, although it seems that the popularity of the business is still incomparable with other businesses.

But compared with yesterday, some improvement has been seen.

At 9:[-], the store is closed.

Qin Shuai and Qin Youming rode back home together.

Dad happily went to claim credit with his mother, while Qin Shuai took a shower and returned to his room.

When I opened the 'Popular Review', my eyes almost fell out.

In just one day, the negative reviews increased a lot.

This is too much.

Which grandson is blackmailing me! ! !

(End of this chapter)