Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 26: The more exclamations you make, the easier it is to make money (Please read on)
“Twice-cooked pork?”

Flora was a little surprised, but Oriel frowned: "I've tried this Eastern dish called twice-cooked pork, it's not very tasty. I prefer beef."

"Try it, Wen Ming's cooking is amazing!"

Flora picked up the chopsticks and skillfully picked up a piece of twice-cooked pork.

Under the warm light, the lamp socket is reflected with a bright glow, appearing unusually bright red.

It has a rich flavor and is fat but not greasy.

After just one bite, Flora had a feeling that this was Wen Ming's craftsmanship.

No one else can make this taste.

"Why isn't this twice-cooked pork sweet?"

O'Leary was also a little surprised. He thought that this twice-cooked pork would be like the ones in other Eastern restaurants, very sweet, greasy and tough. However, this plate of twice-cooked pork tasted completely different from what he usually ate.

Flora picked up the second piece of twice-cooked pork, her eyes full of joy: "This is the most authentic twice-cooked pork. I ate it when I was in Daqian Kingdom. But I feel that the twice-cooked pork made there is not as good as Wen Ming's."

"I'm somewhat interested in this chef. Wen Ming, right?"

Hearing Flora praising Wen Ming again, a smile appeared on O'Neill's face.

"What a pity, it's just a little too little."

There were only four pieces of twice-cooked pork in total, and for the first time, Flora began to miss the days in Daqian Kingdom.

If this happened in the Daqian Kingdom, it would definitely be a big plate.

After the two finished their first main course, they waited for a few minutes before the second main course was served.

"Sweet and sour pork with pineapple."

The second dish is a dish that the British often eat when eating Eastern food. It is sour and sweet, and very much in line with the Western taste.

“Isn’t this dish anything special?”

O'Neil scooped up a spoonful of sweet and sour pork with a spoon and put it into his mouth, and then the second half of his sentence was interrupted.

"How come Wen Ming is such a good cook? This is definitely different from what we usually eat. The aftertaste of the twice-cooked pork just now has been completely washed away by the pineapple."

Flora just felt that she was so happy today. When her classmate Oriel invited her to dinner, she didn't plan to come to the Flatiron Hotel, but the restaurant next door was full, so she had to come here.

Who knew I would get to taste two authentic Eastern dishes in a row.

This shows the chef's skill much better than yesterday morning's vegetable and egg noodles and this morning's pumpkin steamed egg and red bean pumpkin pancake.

Wen Ming is so awesome.

How can he be so powerful?
"Wen Ming is so fast, did he do all this?"

Flora noticed at this time that the waiters were serving sweet and sour pork with pineapple to the diners in the restaurant, plate after plate.

The waiter just said that Wen Ming had just arrived at the kitchen, but he had already made two dishes in such a short time, and not just for one table.

"I'm becoming more and more interested in this Wen Ming."

O'Neill saw Flora praising Wen Ming again, and a smile kept appearing on his face, but the pineapple in his mouth tasted a bit sour no matter how he ate it.

Negative Ratings.

……

At this time, Wen Ming didn't know that Flora was among the guests outside. After making two main dishes, he looked at the pressure cooker.

After 40 minutes of simmering in the pressure cooker, the beef has emitted an extremely rich aroma. After the air has been released, Wen Ming takes out the beef and cuts it to make it look better.

Well, it’s definitely not because I want to get more plates.

Strain the soup in the pressure cooker and put it into a large iron pot to boil. Add some salt, pepper, sugar, and starch. When the sauce is ready, pour it over the cut beef.

Wen Ming divided this pot of braised beef with broccoli into forty plates, and there was still a large bowl left.

Well, it’s just right to eat rice.

The waiters brought plates of braised beef in sauce to the table, and soon they received waves of praise.

"Please let me come over?"

Wen Ming, who was eating rice with braised beef, was a little surprised: "Is it not delicious?" "No, boss, it's because it's so delicious that they put their knives and forks parallel to each other."

The waiter's words left Wen Ming puzzled.

What does it mean to place the knife and fork parallel?
But praise?
forget it.

Do you really think foreigners like to eat Eastern food other than sweet and sour flavors like pineapple sweet and sour pork?

Don't be fooled by the compliments and marketing accounts.

Wen Ming has been praised constantly these days. He even thought that the food he cooked was really delicious and was a little over the top.

Later I asked DS and he realized that this was not the case.

Many foreign bloggers gain attention by making exaggerated expressions and praising Eastern food, but the actual repurchase rate is less than 20%. In reality, they prefer familiar foods such as hamburgers, pizza, and salads.

Even if the taste of these things is very simple.

Because they know that Daqian people love to see the astonished expressions of foreigners.

The more exclamations and the more exaggerated they are, the easier it is to make money.

This is all a business.

DS's answer completely woke Wen Ming up from the euphoria he had been feeling in the past few days.

Wen Ming thought his cooking skills weren't that high, and these home-cooked dishes weren't anything special. So, when these people called him over, it was definitely just a false compliment. So, he asked, "Is it okay not to go?"

"Of course, I'll tell them you're busy, and they'll probably give you a handwritten thank you card."

The waiter heard that the boss didn't quite understand these restaurant etiquettes, so he explained them.

"A thank you card? That's great. If someone has written one, ask them if they'd like to post it. If they agree, please put it up on the wall outside for me."

Wen Ming said this casually, then lowered his head and started eating rice frantically.

This sauce is so delicious.

……

"Wen Ming is still busy? Well, do you have a card? I want to write him a handwritten thank you card."

Hearing that Wen Ming was still busy in the kitchen, Flora felt a little regretful. Oliel, who was standing beside her, was ecstatic. He also nodded and said, "I want to write a thank you card too."

"Mr. Wen would like to ask if you would agree to put the thank you cards on that wall?"

The waiter asked in a low voice. Flora paused while writing, then nodded and said, "Sure. By the way, could you please get me another thank you card? I wrote a letter wrong."

Since it is posted, I must show my best.

Olier shrugged: "That's fine with me."

The two wrote a thank-you card and gave it to the waiter, along with a $50 tip.

"50?"

After finishing his rice, Wen Ming was stunned for a moment. Why was the tip so high?

"Usually, a tip of $20 to $50 is given along with a thank you card."

As soon as the waiter explained, another waiter brought $50.

Wen Ming raised his eyebrows.

Oh my god, are these foreigners so rich?

Such a generous tip!
The other chefs saw this and laughed: "Boss, why don't you open a hotel? Open a Milin restaurant instead. I think you will be a great chef."

Wen Ming was also happy: "This is the first time I know that my cooking is so delicious."

As more and more tips came in, Wen Ming couldn't help but start to doubt himself.

So, these foreigners are not complimenting me?

Is the food I cook really delicious?
People who can afford to eat in a five-star hotel shouldn't be so ignorant, right?
What is going on?
Is there a time when DS is not accurate?
……

After eating rice, Wen Ming first went to feed Sarah Connor.

(End of this chapter)