Even when Cheng Hanyan came over with milk dumplings in the afternoon, the front hall of the restaurant was full of people, and there was not a single free table.
Cheng Hanyan and Naituanzi looked at each other, but luckily they had already eaten two bowls of wontons outside when they arrived to fill their stomachs first.
At this time, the shopkeeper and Mr. Wen were also busy with their feet on the floor. Seeing that Cheng Hanyan and Naituanzi had no time to say hello, they asked them to help themselves.
Cheng Hanyan wanted to take the milk dumplings outside for a walk first, but unexpectedly, the waiters suddenly ran up to the shopkeeper, looking a little anxious.
"Shopkeeper, the restaurant's business is so busy today, the kitchen is already too busy, there are still some dishes that haven't been washed, and the guests are all rushing."
The shopkeeper never expected that today's business would be so good. In less than three hours, this day's sales had already exceeded the sales of the entire seven days combined.
When Cheng Hanyan saw this, he couldn't help but worry that his wife would be too tired, so he took the initiative to ask the shopkeeper for help.
"Shopkeeper, if you don't mind, my kids and I can help wash the vegetables."
The shopkeeper turned around and saw Han Yan and Nai Tuanzi looking at him expectantly. He waved his hand and told them not to rush to the kitchen to help.
I was in such a hurry now that it was too late to find the two old ladies later.
It's better to stick with whoever you have on hand first.
At worst, he would give Brother Cheng some extra money later. Today, he made a gimmick by asking Mrs. Cheng to help cook. He originally planned to not only invite Cheng's family to eat at the restaurant, but also settle some hard work expenses.
Song Yutong was already sweating profusely and her hands were sore, but she still mechanically wielded the shovel and stir-fried the eggplant with minced meat in the pot.
Suddenly a handkerchief came between her forehead and helped her wipe away the sweat on her forehead.
Song Yutong subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but when she turned around, she saw Cheng Hanyan looking at her with distressed eyes.
Song Yutong grinned and said happily. "Husband, why are you here? I'm a little busy right now. If I want to eat, I'll have to wait a while."
She lowered her head to look at the milk dumplings, scooped up the fried vegetables in her hands, put them on a plate and asked the waiter to take them out.
Then he bent down, held the milk dumpling in his arms, and kissed her on the forehead. "Baby, are you hungry? Wait for a while, and Mom will prepare something delicious for you."
"My baby and I are here to help wash the vegetables. You should be busy first. The two of us have eaten wontons outside."
Cheng Hanyan was afraid that she wouldn't worry about the milk dumplings and that she would think she was starving the child, so he explained.
"Okay, then go ahead! I'll prepare delicious food for you later."
After Song Yutong finished speaking, she listened to the name of the dish reported by the waiter, heated oil in the pot, reached out to grab the cut side dishes, put them in the pot and stir-fried them with clean and neat movements.
After a while, a dish was fried and out of the pot.
Cheng Hanyan and Nai Tuanzi saw that everyone was working so hard, and they were not to be left behind. All the dishes that needed to be washed were brought to the well for cleaning.
Nai Tuanzi was responsible for cleaning, and Cheng Hanyan helped cut and prepare vegetables while washing.
Cheng Hanyan and Naituanzi just cleaned as much as Song Yutong and Chef Fang used.
Seeing that there was no food at the back, I went to the vegetable market and found that the food was not available, so the shopkeeper chose not to accept the customers at the back and closed the door.
Mr. Wen's hands are sore from doing the abacus, but looking at today's sales that have doubled several times, he can't help but feel happy.
In the past, restaurants could earn up to fifty taels of silver a day.
But today, the drinks alone were sold for 280 taels of silver, and the dishes were sold for 260 taels.
There were also a few wealthy families who asked their maids and servants to come and buy a few tables, and even gave them rewards, which were all included in the dishes.
There were still many people queuing up outside. Unfortunately, there was no food and nothing could be cooked, so we had to ask these people to disperse.
Many people still regret not being able to take a bite of the food that the emperor had.
The shopkeepers, Chef Jianfang, Song Yutong, Cheng Hanyan, the waiter and Mr. Wen all worked so hard today, even Naituanzi came over to help.
So Song Yutong was asked to save some dishes, and she and Chef Fang worked together to prepare a table of delicious dishes, as a treat from the shopkeeper, so that everyone could have a good meal.
As for the promise to Song Yutong, let’s put it aside.
At the dinner table, the shopkeeper opened a bottle of fine daughter's red wine, and several men chatted away from each other while drinking.
The shopkeeper suddenly offered an olive branch to Song Yutong. "Mrs. Cheng, do you have any idea of coming to our restaurant as a chef and coming under the supervision of Chef Fang? Eighty taels of silver a month, what do you think?"
An ordinary boy running errands earns two to three taels of silver a month, and an ordinary chef earns five to six taels of silver a month.
The sales amount was eighty taels a month, which was enough to show that the shopkeeper valued Song Yutong very much.
"To be honest with the shopkeeper, I have other plans now, and I have let down the shopkeeper's love. But I have a deal to discuss with the shopkeeper."
When Song Yutong took some time, she took a look at her happiness score. She had already gained nearly 30,000 happiness points from helping the kitchen for most of the day.
Buying vegetable seeds is stress-free at all.
It can also be arranged to grow fresh vegetables for export in winter.
The shopkeeper was a little curious about the deal Song Yutong was talking about. "Oh? What deal is it? Let's talk about it."
"Shopkeeper, the business of this restaurant is not easy in winter, right? Because there are no fresh vegetables, and there are fewer and fewer dishes available."
Song Yutong explained the restaurant's winter predicament in one sentence. The sales volume always failed to increase. He would have some opinions on how much the increase would be.
Moreover, the owner has more restaurants than his, but his is the only one whose turnover is always at the bottom.
The owner knew that the shop he was in charge of had two Bodhisattvas, Mr. Wen and Chef Fang, who needed to be worshipped.
Although he didn't say anything, it couldn't bring profit to the owner. As the shopkeeper, he was somewhat under pressure.
"What Madam Cheng is saying is that except for the prosperous imperial capital, there are not many kinds of vegetables to choose from in the winter in small counties and towns. The business of this restaurant is really not good."
The shopkeeper sighed melancholy when he thought of this, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Shopkeeper, if I say that I can provide you with fresh seasonal vegetables in winter, I can also provide you with vegetables that are not available in this season. Are you willing to cooperate with me?"
Song Yutong's words not only shocked the shopkeeper, Mr. He Wen, but even Chef Fang thought she was talking nonsense.
Not to mention that Cheng Hanyan and Nai Tuanzi, who were completely unaware, both looked at her blankly, wondering if she had exhausted her brain from cooking.
"Mrs. Cheng, this is not a joke you can tell casually." The shopkeeper didn't believe it, but still gave her a step down.
"Is it a joke? It will become clear in the future. If I can do it, the shopkeeper will be willing to cooperate with me?"