Yushanfang

Chapter 45: Chapter 46: The Unsold Item (2)

The efforts of the restaurant in the previous month suddenly became in vain.

To be honest, there is no shortage of good cooks in this world, but what!
What the world lacks is a good cook who gets paid less!

For example, a cook in a big restaurant earns a month's worth of silver. Feng Ming's small restaurant probably doesn't earn as much as a cook in a restaurant for a month, let alone hire a good cook.

Therefore, Lin Xiang can be regarded as a magical "treasure" that he discovered unintentionally.

After getting it, let him taste a little bit of sweetness after a short period of precipitation.

When Lin Xiang heard the words, he immediately understood what Feng Ming meant. It was because he disliked the fact that the other two bowls of soup were getting less money.

Smiling, Lin Xiang said: "Uncle Feng, don't worry, you have to wait a little longer." Naturally, she has other ways, not everything can be astonishing at once.

Besides, it doesn't mean that if something doesn't sell well, it won't be sold. There is no such saying in any restaurant.It doesn't sell well, just buy less when buying, and throw away any bad things.

Feng Ming frowned when he heard the words: "What do you need to wait for? The effect is so obvious. It took less than two weeks after the chicken noodle stew was made to make so much money, but the other two flavors of soup didn't make much money. , how can we wait?" What he is most anxious about now is the issue of the restaurant's income.

As long as it is something that can make money, no matter how much you do it, it is not a pity, but if you take out something that does not sell money, isn't it intentional to do useless work?If you have the time and energy, why not do something else.

Hearing this, Lin Xiang also frowned, but still said: "Uncle Feng, that's not what you said about it, but the income of these two kinds of soups is not very good now, and I can't guarantee it to you." What, but, let's wait another week, if it really can't be sold, I will naturally not say more." Lin Xiang dared to say that, of course he saw it for sure, and he wasn't just talking about it.

Feng Ming, on the other hand, seemed a little impetuous. He frowned, and said for a moment, "It's not that I don't agree, but the restaurants are on the rise. If you only care about the little income, you might as well make a lot of money." Study some food that can attract customers." He hopes that Lin Xiang can make more food like stewed chicken noodles, and put more attention on this side, so that he can attract some customers for the restaurant. The income can also be more.

Hearing this, Lin Xiang was a little helpless, but she didn't want the dishes she worked so hard to be abandoned like this: "Anyway, just wait another week, just one week." Lin Xiang stretched out her finger , nodded and assured Feng Ming.

What does the length of time matter?After a week has passed, can more people eat this kind of food?

Seeing Lin Xiang's stubborn insistence, Feng Ming felt a little annoyed. However, since everyone begged you so much, it was only for a week, but Feng Ming couldn't say anything directly. With a smile: "Succeed, one week, only one week, if this pasta is still not selling well, you have to withdraw it."

Seeing this, Lin Xiang nodded silently.

She is confident, because this is where the idea of ​​making pasta came from.

……

After finishing work at night, Lin Xiang hurried back home.

Lin Yan was simply ordering some pasta, and wanted to make something for Lin Xiang, but it happened that he himself hadn't eaten yet.

Seeing Lin Xiang's flustered expression, Lin Yan was a little puzzled, stopped what he was doing, and asked, "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

I saw Lin Xiang running into the house in a hurry, before he could answer Lin Yan's words, he had already squatted on the ground—to be precise, he was squatting next to the earthen pot on the ground.

Lin Yan laughed: "Sister, what are you doing? Don't you say that this thing will take at least nearly a month to ferment?" Immediately after speaking, he looked at Lin Xiang's expression curiously.

Lin Xiang didn't continue joking with Lin Yan when he heard the words, but nodded helplessly: "However, I need this thing now, so naturally I can't wait that long. In three days, I will take off its cloth , see how it tastes."

Hearing this, Lin Yan turned around, poured out the noodles in the soup pot, and filled a bowl full of noodles. Following the rising heat and fragrance, Lin Yan walked to the table in a few steps, and put the bowls and chopsticks put it on the table.

With a "click", there was a collision sound, Lin Yan pursed his lips: "Sister, come and eat.".

Lin Xiang sighed when he heard the words, then stood up and sat down at the dining table.

Seeing this, Lin Yan couldn't help being a little puzzled: "Sister, what's wrong with you?" He felt that Lin Xiang's state seemed not quite right.

Hearing this, Lin Xiang looked helpless, and just shook his head after hearing Lin Yan's words.

The matter of the restaurant was actually not a big deal, it was just that Feng Ming told him not to sell those two kinds of soups that were not selling well, it was ridiculous to say that he was troubled by such things.

However, as the saying goes, they are all their own daughters, and they all have the same mood. Could it be said that one does not love the other?
Lin Xiang also couldn't drink the twists and turns of Lin Yan's explanation here, but he just hoped that the kimchi would be pickled soon, and now it's not just a matter of eating at home.

This meal was very tasteless, Lin Xiang ate a few mouthfuls, then cleaned up the rice bowl, cleaned it, and then went to sleep.

Early the next morning, Lin Xiang hurried to the restaurant again.

……

In fact, Lin Xiang is also looking forward to it. If the other two flavors of noodle soup can sell well naturally, it will be the happiest.

A new week has begun, and while Feng Ming's restaurant income is gradually increasing, he becomes more and more dissatisfied with Lin Xiang.

Tell me, why is this kid so stubborn?

Feng Ming shook his head helplessly, and then counted how much money the restaurant had made today while he was a cat.

Lin Xiang heard what Hancui yelled, or "chicken stewed noodles", "wontons" or "pig offal, pig intestines", which is unexpected, that is, the chestnut rice in winter, and the sweet and sour shrimp fried rice. It sold very well.

However, no matter how good these foods were sold, what Lin Xiang expected did not come.

It's been two days, it's the first two days of this week.

Pork bone soup noodles and egg scallion noodles sold a total of only three bowls.

There is only less than ten cash in the account.

When work was over in the evening, Feng Ming counted his income, then slightly estimated the amount of each food sold, and then looked sideways at Lin Xiang. Although he didn't say anything else, the expression on his face was With a hint of ridicule.

Day three.

(End of this chapter)