The old lady is reborn

Song Ying looked at the account book handed over by the accountant, and his brows gradually frowned. Everything else was fine, but the profit of one restaurant was too low. It would be better to sell the shop and invest the money in a money shop to get interest without worrying about it and working hard.

This restaurant...it seemed to have been rented out at a low price in the previous life. She didn't agree with the sale of the land, but the restaurant and the land were rented out at a low price for twenty years.

Song Ying called the owner of the restaurant and asked him why the revenue had dropped so drastically in the past few months.

The shopkeeper said, "The chef in the restaurant is good at northern cuisine. I wanted to hire a chef who is good at southern cuisine so that the business of the restaurant can be further improved.

But who knows that there is no room for two tigers in one mountain? Both of them are capable. The open and secret fights started from the kitchen and spread to the front hall. I was also anxious because I had to shut down the stove every day.

I also regret hiring a chef who made such a mess.”

Song Ying said: "Then why not cut the Gordian knot and send away a big Buddha?"

The shopkeeper said, "In order to invite this chef, we signed a five-year contract and offered him a very good price. If we want to terminate the contract early, the shop will have to pay a lot of compensation."

After hearing this, Song Ying said, "Bring me the business contract."

Song Ying became suspicious at first sight and delegated power to each shopkeeper, but also stipulated that business contracts worth a certain amount had to be shown to her first.

This business contract very cleverly states that the contract period is five years and the annual amount is quite a lot, but the amount to be paid in one year is just enough to meet the limit.

Did the shopkeeper really mean well but end up doing something bad? Or did he have other intentions?

Song Ying said to his daughter-in-law Ming Dai, "Let's go and try the northern and southern dishes in our restaurant."

As soon as he arrived at his own restaurant, Song Ying had even more doubts in his heart. The land deed of his own restaurant was not small, and there was a large area that Song Ying had originally reserved for guests to park their carriages.

Now there is a restaurant in this area, right next to his own restaurant.

The decoration and style are naturally not comparable to those of his own restaurant, but not only does it use the land of his own restaurant, it also occupies the passage in and out of his own restaurant.

If a customer came by carriage, they would probably be stuck in traffic for a long time. After finally getting in, they would have no choice but to park their carriage at the door of the store. If another carriage came later and stopped there, the carriage that came in first would not be able to leave at all.

Song Ying saw it all, but kept silent. The shopkeeper went to coordinate for a while before Song Ying's carriage came in. When he arrived at his own restaurant, he saw that the windows and tables were clean.

Song Ying couldn't help but praise the staff, "Even though there is not much business, they never slack off."

Hearing that the boss had arrived, the two chefs showed off their skills and served a wide variety of their specialties on the table.

Song Ying looked at them, tasted each one, and said, "You have some skills."

Then he went to the kitchen, where the two chefs were still cooking. Song Ying looked at the big kitchen, and it was indeed clearly divided, with people on both sides not even standing together, but the big kitchen was also well organized, with utensils and ingredients in their respective places.

Song Ying took Mingdai to the restaurant next door. On this street, it was probably a low- to mid-range restaurant, but it did good business.

The waiter in the restaurant brought the menu. Song Ying looked at it and was surprised: Could it be that the former chef from Nan'an Marquis' Mansion was in charge of cooking here?

Song Ying had a deep memory of the menu for her sixtieth birthday in her previous life, although the dishes that were actually served later were those that Tian Anran liked.

The menu in his hand now covers almost all the dishes he likes, as well as those liked by Rong Ruozhi, Rong Huaishan and others, and those liked by Tian Anran, as well as some of the specialties of the chef in the mansion.

This is probably not such a coincidence.

So Song Ying asked the waiter, "Is your chef's surname Qin?"

The waiter in the restaurant was walking back and forth busily, and asked: "Yes, do you know him?"

Song Ying ordered four dishes and said to the waiter, "Tell your chef that an old friend named Song wants to meet him."

Chef Qin, 51 years old this year, was sitting in a corner of the kitchen, with a pot of tea, a plate of peanuts and a plate of dried tofu, watching his son cooking and his grandson frying ordinary side dishes. He would only cook the more difficult dishes himself.

At the same time, he also watched the people who were preparing the dishes and washing the vegetables. When his daughter-in-law bought the food, she also had to check it out.

Hearing that an old friend surnamed Song was looking for him, Qin Yi's heart sank. What was supposed to come would eventually come. To confirm, he took the menu ordered by Song Ying and looked at it again, and asked, "An old lady around fifty years old?"

After receiving a positive reply, Qin Yi said to his son: “I’ll cook these four dishes.”

Qin Yi served the dishes himself and saw Song Ying standing as usual.

Song Ying said, "Sit down. You resigned three years ago. Why are you standing?"

Qin Yi sat down below Song Ying, still feeling a little uncomfortable. Song Ying asked, "Who's cooking right now? Can we chat for a while?"

Qin Yi said: "My son is thirty-three years old, he is here. My grandson is sixteen years old, he can also cook some side dishes."

Song Ying asked, "Sixteen is the chef now?"

Qin Yi said: "We make a living by our cooking skills, so we don't need to read so many books. We start learning at the age of three, and study for seven years. We should be able to read and write, do arithmetic, use an abacus, and understand menus. That's enough for us.

He stopped studying when he was ten years old. He wasn't short anymore. He went into the kitchen to practice knife skills and learn how to cook. He practiced for three years. He started cooking when he was thirteen. Now he has been cooking for three years and can cook ordinary side dishes without any problems. "

Song Ying nodded: "You have been working in Nan'an Marquis's Mansion for twenty years, right?"

"Twenty-two years!"

Qin Yi was more relaxed after opening up the conversation: "I also worked in the kitchen for three years when I was sixteen, and then I followed my master to learn while doing, and learned the skills for another ten years.

When I was 26, the Nan'an Marquis's Mansion recruited a cook, and I applied for the job. I was the second chef at the time, and eight years later, the original chef left, and I became the chef at the Marquis' Mansion at the age of 34.

I learned to cook at the age of ten. If you count the time I started cooking at the age of thirteen, it took me twenty-one years to become a chef. It was a small wish of mine since childhood, and I think it has come true.”

Song Ying smiled and said, "Then you worked as a chef in the Marquis' Mansion for fourteen years. Adding the previous ones, did you leave the Marquis' Mansion where you worked for twenty-two years? Was it because of another wish?"

Qin Yi, who was originally a little excited and proud, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, but seemed to have made up his mind: "I can't hide it from you. I just want to have my own restaurant in Kyoto."

Song Ying nodded and said, “I have worked in the Marquis’ Mansion for twenty-two years. The chef’s salary is good. In addition to supporting the family and marrying a daughter-in-law, building a restaurant may be a bit worse, but this restaurant will not be a problem to build.

It’s just that the land is more expensive than the house, right? Are you renting it from me?”

Song Ying looked at the restaurant owner standing next to her. After all, she had never sold this land, so she could only rent it. The restaurant owner began to sweat.

Song Ying has always been nice to the old people who worked with him. He hasn't paid much attention to this restaurant in the past six months since his rebirth. This shopkeeper is also an old shopkeeper...

Song Ying looked at the two silent people and said, "So you two have a common wish, to have your own restaurant in Kyoto? And you fell in love with this one?"

The shopkeeper asked, "Boss, can we talk somewhere else?"

Song Ying said, "Let's go to my restaurant. There isn't much business right now anyway."

The two men didn't dare to say anything after hearing this.

The two flying eagles followed Song Ying and Ming Dai all the way, and the six of them returned to Song Ying's restaurant.

When he got here, the shopkeeper knew that he was encroaching on his boss's profits to enrich himself, which was more serious than Qin Yi's matter. Based on his understanding of Song Ying, he told everything.