Rebirth 07: Starting with Saving a Bankrupt Restaurant

"Boss, do you have a menu?" The Hong Kong-style beauty took off her sunglasses and repeated her previous question.

The eyes are long, a classic almond shape, with soft corners.

"It really is beautiful," Zhou Wen thought to himself.

Judging from this, they're determined to eat at a restaurant.

Zhou Wen frowned, somewhat unsure of where this person came from.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Miss, the restaurant is closed now. If you want to eat, you can go to other restaurants nearby."

"Boss, I'll pay double." The beautiful woman's attitude was quite firm.

Hearing this, Zhou Wen couldn't help but shake his head. As expected of a wealthy family, their way of speaking was quite different.

Zhou Wen was too lazy to say anything more; judging from her expression, she clearly wouldn't leave until she got her food.

Double the price is fine too, since there's money to be made, why not take it?

Cooking a dish only takes about ten minutes.

Zhou Wen nodded and then placed the menu on the table.

The woman glanced at the menu briefly, then frowned and said with a hint of doubt, "Your menu is rather limited."

Zhou Wen explained simply, "The restaurant has only been open for a few months, so the menu is a bit limited."

"Bring me all these dishes." After saying that, she closed the menu and looked at Zhou Wen.

A smile appeared on his face, revealing a row of neat, white teeth.

"Are you sure?" Zhou Wen confirmed.

The man propped his head up with his hand, looking at Zhou Wen with a meaningful gaze.

If he was still a little confused about their intentions before, Zhou Wen could now guess a thing or two.

They're most likely here to try out the food.

Zhou Wen didn't dwell on this too much, simply saying, "Some dishes are no longer available."

"Then let's bring out everything we have."

Zhou Wen nodded slightly, and then went to the kitchen to prepare to cook.

The beautiful woman didn't sit down and wait; instead, she went to the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

"I didn't expect your kitchen to be so clean, and your front hall is too."

After seeing the cleanliness of the kitchen, he also expressed his feelings.

"If the hygiene is better, people will be more willing to come and eat. Otherwise, if the whole restaurant is messy, it will kill your appetite just by looking at it."

The Hong Kong-style beauty nodded in agreement with what Zhou Wen said.

At the same time, she also glanced at Zhou Wen again.

Zhou Wen also started chatting while cooking.

Zhou Wen also noticed that this Hong Kong-style beauty seemed to be a bit talkative.

The conversation had absolutely nothing to do with cooking; it was all about other things.

Zhou Wen, having witnessed the era of big data, was perfectly able to respond to the beautiful woman's words, and could even draw inferences and give many other examples.

Jiang Zhiyu was actually quite surprised; she hadn't expected that a small restaurant owner would know so much.

Perhaps they felt that they had a good conversation, were close in age, and got along well.

"Jiang Zhiyu," Jiang Zhiyu said.

"Zhou Wen," Zhou Wen introduced himself.

Jiang Zhiyu was slightly taken aback, then asked, "Aren't you Chef Liao?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Wen's face darkened, and he said, "You've mistaken me for someone else. Chef Liao works at the restaurant across the street."

I don't know if it was because Zhou Wen's face was dark and his tone was somewhat amusing, or because I mistook him for someone else.

Jiang Zhiyu let out a clear, bell-like laugh, then wiped the corner of her eye with her hand, although no tears fell.

Zhou Wen didn't know what Jiang Zhiyu was laughing about. After a short period of contact, Zhou Wen found that this person seemed to be very different from the Hong Kong socialite heiresses he knew.

Although both their outfits and accents are the same.

However, Zhou Wen always felt that this personality trait made him think that Zhou Wen was a bit careless and childish.

For a moment, he began to doubt his previous judgment. Was this person really here to taste the food?

"Excuse me."

Zhou Wen shook his head, clearly not taking it to heart.

Jiang Zhiyu crossed her arms over her chest, giving off a knowing look.

"I knew it! How could Chef Liao be so young?"

Zhou Wen frowned slightly, unsure whether the remark was a compliment or an insult.

Jiang Zhiyu didn't notice Zhou Wen's micro-expression and said to herself, "I just heard that there's a Chef Liao on Zhongshan Street, so I wanted to come and try his food."

"I asked passersby on the street if there were any good restaurants nearby, and everyone recommended this place to me."

Zhou Wen nodded slightly and didn't say anything more, focusing on cooking.

Jiang Zhiyu watched silently from the side, but after only three to five minutes, she spoke again with a smile and asked, "Aren't you afraid I'll steal your vegetables?"

Zhou Wen simply replied, "Go ahead and steal. It won't make you poor, and it won't make me rich."

Upon hearing Zhou Wen's words, Jiang Zhiyu laughed again.

I don't know what's so funny about that statement.

"If you're bored, you can go to the door and pet the cat."

Jiang Zhiyu hadn't expected the restaurant to have cats; she hadn't seen any when she arrived.

He didn't plan to stay in the kitchen any longer and turned to leave.

However, she quickly returned to the kitchen and casually explained, "The cat ran away when it saw me."

Zhou Wen felt that Jiang Zhiyu was a bit of a chatterbox, so he decided to make a few cold dishes first and then quiet down the kitchen.

However, a cell phone rang in the kitchen. It was an unfamiliar ringtone, clearly Jiang Zhiyu's phone.

Jiang Zhiyu frowned slightly and took her phone out of her pocket.

Zhou Wen also took the opportunity to glance at it.

Jiang Zhiyu uses a VERTU Signature phone with a silver plating, alligator leather back cover, sapphire glass screen, and ruby ​​buttons.

This phone alone must have cost a lot of money. Zhou Wen couldn't help but sigh. It seems this person is truly wealthy.

"I'm going out to answer a call," Jiang Zhiyu said, looking at her phone screen.

Zhou Wen continued cooking his meal.

A few minutes later, Jiang Zhiyu returned to the kitchen once again.

When Jiang Zhiyu returned to the kitchen, she put away her expression and remained silent, giving her the air of a Hong Kong socialite.

Zhou Wen didn't know what the phone call was about, but he figured it was probably work-related. When he got back, Zhou Wen could tell that Jiang Zhiyu wasn't in the same mood as before.

Jiang Zhiyu watched intently from the side, because she had been chatting and hadn't paid attention to Zhou Wen cooking.

Now that Jiang Zhiyu has discovered that Zhou Wen is indeed very skilled at cooking, she can tell from his knife skills that Zhou Wen definitely has some talent.

A few months ago, Zhou Wen's knife skills were not as refined as they are now.

After all, he had been transitioning for many years, from a chef to a food blogger, and it was only in the last few months that Zhou Wen gradually rediscovered his old self.