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Chapter 133 Chapter 131 Yaoyao also did it! (Subscribe)

"Why Grandpa Jiang? Am I that old?" Jiang Yimin said unhappily.

Jiang Shu said confidently, "In the catering industry, what matters is the time-honored brand. The older the brand, the more authentic the taste. There is a term called intangible cultural heritage, and traditional food is one of them. We can even claim to the outside world that this is the craftsmanship passed down from our grandfathers and great grandfathers. Good taste paired with a century-old brand, this is what it means to be worthy of the name!"

These words left the young couple stunned. They were only 6 years old, but they seemed to have 36 years of work experience. The key was that they couldn't refute it, and every word he said made sense.

After all, a century-old brand with bad taste will only become a laughing stock for others.

Jiang Yimin couldn't help but eat another string of chicken skin. He didn't know what the food that others secretly added poppy to taste like, but he felt that it was so delicious that he couldn't stop eating it.

"We can talk about the signboard later. I'll spare some of it. You guys can have dinner first, and I'll give the rest to the neighbors to try! Let's see what they say."

He ran out of the door happily carrying the Bobo Chicken. If the neighbors thought it tasted good, it would mean that he could serve the Bobo Chicken on the table for his guests to taste tomorrow, and the effect would be visible on the same day.

After all, this is a million-dollar formula. If it is managed well, it is not difficult to make tens of millions.

He was really moved.

This kind of recipe is generally a secret of big stores, or a treasure of the store. It is a skill that cannot be learned no matter how much money is spent, but now he has it easily.

You know, in this industry there has always been a saying that teaching apprentices will lead to starvation of the master.

What it means is that if an apprentice learns cooking skills and opens a shop next door with similar taste, half of one's business may be taken away.

It can be seen how important a good taste is in the catering industry.

After a while, Jiang Yimin came back with a happy smile on his face. The Bobo Chicken he served was eaten up by his neighbors, and even some of the soup was taken away. They kept saying that his food was better than those in other restaurants, and asked him why he didn't sell it.
In this way, he was completely relieved.

"Wife, I've decided. We will officially launch Bobo Chicken tomorrow, but we have to prepare the ingredients in advance tonight, and the dish has to be more substantial. There's no need to boil the base soup again, there's a big pot left that can be used directly." Jiang Yimin said.

Fu Wanying hesitated for two seconds: "But does anyone really eat Bobo Chicken for breakfast?"

Jiang Shu took over the conversation: "Mom, those who are in a hurry to go to work will definitely not eat it, but the customers who dine in the store may not be sure. Besides, we launched Bobo Chicken on the first day not to make money, but to let customers know that Zhengchihao Baozi Shop not only sells buns, but also Bobo Chicken."

"What Xiaoshu said is what I thought in my heart. I even planned to allow every customer who bought buns to take away a string of Bobo chicken for free to try, as a promotion." Jiang Yimin said.

Jiang Shu gave a thumbs up after hearing this. He was worthy of being a dad. His brain was quick. After eating one skewer, he found it so delicious that he couldn't help but want to eat another one.

Jiang Yimin changed the subject: "Xiaoshu, what do you think?"

"Of course you can. To run a restaurant business, you need to be willing to invest in the early stages, and this is the simplest and most direct way to gain a good reputation. As the saying goes, if you take something from someone, you will be soft-hearted, but if you eat something from someone, you will be grateful. Nothing can improve people's goodwill more easily than giving it away for free."

Listening to this boy's talk, Fu Wanying had to admit that it did make sense.

"Okay, I'll work overtime with your dad tonight, so you and Yaoyao should go to bed early, okay?"

Jiang Shu nodded: "Oh, Mom, give me ten dollars tomorrow. I want to buy a pen, ink, and paper for the calligraphy competition."

"Is ten dollars enough?"

Fu Wanying also knew about the calligraphy competition. Today, her homeroom teacher had talked to her about this topic. She said that Xiaoshu's regular script calligraphy was very good, and he didn't look like a novice. His strokes were very sophisticated, and even many Chinese teachers were not as good as him. He had a great chance of winning the prize.

When her son was in kindergarten, Fu Wanying felt that Xiaoshu had a talent for calligraphy and planned to enroll him in a calligraphy training class to further strengthen his calligraphy practice. However, she did not expect that it would not be so troublesome at all.

As time goes by, his handwriting is getting better and better, and it is improving at a rapid pace. He thinks he won't need to take classes in the future, which saves a lot of money.

Jiang Shu thought about it and decided that two dollars for ink and five dollars for a fountain pen would be enough, leaving him with three dollars to buy some snacks for Bai Lu, Yao Yao and Zhu Zhu.

"enough."

"Take the 20 yuan. You get what you pay for. You should buy a slightly better pen." Fu Wanying took out a twenty-dollar bill from her purse and gave it to him.

She already knew that Xiaoshu would not spend money recklessly, but because he was too young, she still didn't give him too much money, for fear that he would be targeted by those unruly older kids.

"also……"

Jiang Shu took the money and put it into his schoolbag. In this era, the price of a fountain pen has increased from 5 yuan to 15 yuan. You can indeed buy a fountain pen that feels very good. As long as you use it carefully, it may last for a long time.

He took Yaoyao to watch TV for a while, and then seeing that it was getting late, they took a shower and went to bed together, leaving the young couple to continue busying themselves in the kitchen preparing new dishes for tomorrow's launch.

"Brother Xiaoshu, will my godparents sell Bobo Chicken in the future?" Zhong Yaoyao leaned against the wall and asked him sideways.

Today, Brother Xiaoshu said a lot of things that she couldn’t understand at all. She just thought it was amazing that he actually understood the business that adults do.

"Well, yes. Yaoyao, do you think the Bobo Chicken is delicious tonight?" Jiang Shu smiled.

"Yeah! It's so delicious what my godfather made! I almost ate my tongue~" Zhong Yaoyao said seriously.

"This is all thanks to Yaoyao~" Jiang Shu smiled and scratched her cute nose.

"what?"

Zhong Yaoyao was a little confused. What did this have to do with her? It seemed that her only use was to eat.

Jiang Shu smiled but did not answer.

If the task had not been completed suddenly, he would not have been able to obtain the Bobo Chicken recipe worth millions of dollars so easily, and he would have been one step closer to his life goal of becoming a rich second-generation.

"He said you are my lucky star." Jiang Shu helped her tuck in the quilt and coaxed her softly, "Go to bed quickly, my little princess. Get up early tomorrow, maybe you can eat the Bobo Chicken that my dad has just made~"

"Yeah! Yaoyao fell asleep, good night, Brother Xiaoshu~"

As she spoke, she suddenly kissed Jiang Shu on the cheek, immediately covered her head with the quilt, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Jiang Shu was stunned for a moment and couldn't help laughing.

"Good night, my Yaoyao."

(End of this chapter)