I've been possessed by a culinary genius, and I've turned Shaxian snacks into a rip-off!

After finishing their meal, Su Su and Li Zhibai took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen and then left.

That's the good thing about his kitchen; the dishes and utensils delivered there don't need to be washed by anyone.

The fully automatic dishwasher provided by the system is far superior to any dishwasher on the market. It surpasses those dishwashers in both cleaning speed and cleanliness by leaps and bounds. In addition, the kitchen has a purification system, so he basically doesn't need to clean much and it will always remain very clean.

However, the dining area outside the kitchen still needs someone to clean and tidy it up. Given the current situation of the new store, at least one more person is needed to help with odd jobs. Su Su can't come every day either, as her own restaurant also needs to be managed, so we must hire someone as soon as possible.

After cleaning up the dishes, Li Zhibai took out his phone and sat behind the cashier to start posting job advertisements online.

Since we're recruiting, we need to broaden our horizons and find another apprentice like Sister Su Su—someone who is intelligent, loves cooking, has plenty of money, and is willing to pay to work.

He had already thought of what GG would say: it had to be something that made people feel like it wasn't a job posting, but rather an opportunity to change their lives.

Do you want to learn the amazing culinary skills to sell ordinary ingredients costing a few dollars for hundreds? Do you want to master the ultimate secrets to making customers beg for your money? Do you want personal guidance from the champion of this year's Jiangcheng Master Chef Invitational Tournament? Come on over! No. 99 Jiangdong South Road [The World's Shaxian], where your dreams begin! Tuition starts at 30,000 RMB per month, guaranteed to teach but not guaranteed to master, limited spots available, first come, first served!

After editing the copy, Li Zhibai promptly posted the job advertisement online.

As for whether anyone will apply, that depends on fate.

After finishing the recruitment, Li Zhibai hung the "Closed" sign outside the door.

This was the first time he had closed his shop before 2 p.m., and he felt a little unaccustomed to it.

I feel a little empty, a little lonely, and also a little tempted to count money.

Li Zhibai returned to the cashier's counter, turned on the computer, pulled up today's transaction records, and began happily calculating today's accounts.

How many servings of Bodhi Jade Restaurant were sold? How many servings of Fragrant Mixed Noodles were sold? How many bowls of Braised Pork were served? How many towers of Vegetarian Dust were piled up? How many bowls of soup were served?

Each stroke is clear and distinct.

The final figure was 118500 yuan.

Although this number is not as high as the sales at the last tasting event, it doesn't matter, he has already used his divisive tactic.

Tomorrow's sales will definitely double, or even exceed.

After counting the money, Li Zhibai, in a great mood, thought of another question.

He summoned the system in his mind.

"System, why do some people get the Gourmet Heart quest directly, while others only get fragments?"

The trigger for a "Gourmet's Heart" depends on the diner's level of obsession with a particular dish.

[For example, Huo Wang's obsession with braised pork has lasted for 11 years, making him a rare and exceptional individual. For such diners, the task will be presented directly, without any prior conditions.]

[Most diners' obsessions are still dormant, not yet forming concrete food memories, and their obsessions haven't exceeded a threshold. The host needs to gradually awaken their dormant food memories through long-term contact and the accumulation of fragments, only then is it possible to trigger the "Heart of Food" quest.]

"I see." Li Zhibai understood.

He then changed out of his chef's uniform, sent a message to Yang Chongwu saying he was coming to find him right away, locked the door, and took a taxi out.

No sooner had he left than Xiao Zhang, the doorman from the Michelin-starred restaurant next door, secretly went to the entrance of Shaxian Restaurant to take a look.

"Wait, they're closing up shop before 2 PM?"

"Running a restaurant to this extent is really reckless."

However, this is definitely a good thing for Michelin. If the neighboring Shaxian restaurant continues to operate like this, he suspects that the parking lot in front of his own store will eventually be occupied by Shaxian customers, making it difficult for customers who want to dine in the restaurant to park. In the end, he will have to run errands to find parking spaces for them.

Furthermore, if Shaxian Restaurant closes this early every day, he won't have to worry about losing his job because Shaxian is too popular and drives Michelin to bankruptcy.

At this very moment, across the street, is the old Shaxian restaurant.

Zhao Lei and his uncle Wang Dafu stood at the shop entrance, frowning as they stared at the shop diagonally opposite.

"Uncle, what's going on with his shop? It only stayed open for half a day on its first day of business before closing?"

"Who knows? But they had more customers this afternoon than we did in the past week. Isn't that infuriating?"

It's the same Shaxian snack, but their prices are even higher now, so logically they should be more attractive to those curious but overpriced customers.

As a result, other people's new stores were packed as soon as they opened, but their stores hardly had any customers. Is that right?

Or is there a problem somewhere?

"Could it be that his cooking is indeed better than yours, Uncle?" Zhao Lei finally asked the question he had been holding back for so long.

Wang Dafu immediately objected: "Nonsense! I've been cooking for seven or eight years now. How old is he? A recent college graduate. How could he possibly cook better than me?"

Zhao Lei thought about it and agreed.

He and Li Zhibai were college classmates and roommates. He had never heard of Li Zhibai having studied cooking, so it was impossible for him to cook better than his uncle. It must be that there was something wrong with their current business strategy.

"Uncle, we can't go on like this anymore; we have to make some adjustments."

Wang Dafu: "Then how do you suggest we adjust it?"

Zhao Lei immediately voiced his thoughts: "We might have been wrong from the start. We shouldn't have tried to figure it out ourselves. We should have just copied it directly, and copied it exactly as closely as possible."

"From now on, whatever Li Zhibai does, we'll do. For example, if his name becomes 'Shaxian of the World,' then we'll become 'Shaxian of the Universe!'"

"Then we need to adjust the price too. If he sells it for 1288, we'll sell it for 1288. If he sells a piece of braised pork for 99, we'll lower our price to 99. We'll accept a smaller profit margin, but we need to win people over first..."

"In short, we need to benchmark ourselves against him in every aspect, and then find opportunities to surpass him in every way!"

And doing this also has an advantage, which is that it can divert some customers who are heading to the Shaxian snack shop across the street. After all, who would have thought that there would be two Shaxian snack shops in the most expensive financial district of Wuhan?

And to be even more shameless, they could easily say that the two stores are the same company, one being the original store and the other a branch. Maybe people will think that the original store makes the food more authentic and tastier.

After hearing his nephew's words, Wang Dafu regained some confidence.

"Alright! Let's do it! The Shaxian of the Universe sounds more imposing than the Shaxian of the World!"