Catering God

Chapter 1: In our business, there is no business without fraud
South Square, in front of the "Zhou's Braised Food" store.

"Xiao Jiang, thanks to your black duck sauce, the business in the store has improved a lot."

Zhou Fuming, the owner of Zhou's Braised Food, is lighting a cigarette for the young man in front of him.

The bright red flame quickly ignited the cigarette.

The boy in front of me looked like he was less than twenty years old. The beard on his lips was just a layer of fuzz, his face was young and immature, and he had the messy hair that was popular in his school days.

While lighting a cigarette, the boss lowered his voice and smiled evilly:

"Now all the leftovers every day have been dealt with, reducing a lot of losses."

The main reason why he was so attentive was that this Black Duck Sauce was so overbearing.

Add a bag of ingredients to a pot of water and you can make a pot of braising soup, which can then produce a sauce-flavored dish that is more fragrant, stronger, and sweeter.

Another key point is that it can solve the problem of leftover goods!
Anyone who makes braised food knows that the leftovers from the previous day must be frozen in the refrigerator and reheated the next day.

But it will shrink, and the taste and texture will change.

Sometimes it is not convenient to sell it, so I have to throw it away.

The emergence of black duck sauce perfectly solves this problem.

Because of this, you must use the braised dishes that have been braised normally, and then braise them again with black duck sauce broth, so that you can produce the sauce flavor.

At the same time, it solved the problem of leftover goods and reduced losses.

According to Jiang Feng, it must be braised like this, otherwise it will have no taste.

Such a powerful formula is in the hands of this young man who is only seventeen or eighteen years old.

How could Zhou Fuming not be attentive?

With the help of Boss Zhou, Jiang Feng lit the cigarette in his mouth and exhaled wisps of smoke skillfully.

Observing the endless stream of customers at the store entrance and the staff working so hard that they were practically smoking, he finally nodded in satisfaction, pinching out his cigarette and saying:
"As long as business is good, I'm just here to pay a return visit. Boss Zhou, if you need more, just give me a call. Remember, one bag can only be used for three days at most, and you can't braise more than 100 kilograms of goods in total."

Zhou Fuming nodded and said with a smile: "No problem, I'll reserve a table for lunch and you can stay for a quick meal."

"Thank you very much, I have something else to do."

"Then let's have dinner at the beginning of next month. I happen to have a new store opening, so you can come and take a look. Besides, my daughter is also a high school graduate, so maybe you know her."

"alright."

Faced with such a warm invitation, Jiang Feng couldn't refuse and had to agree.

He didn't stay long and left in a hurry after the return visit.

Zhou Fuming stared at Jiang Feng's departing back, making a sound of admiration, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "He's obviously the same age as my daughter... young and promising."

As soon as Jiang Feng turned the corner, he put out the cigarette in his mouth and threw it into the trash can with a look of disgust on his face.

"Pah, it's so fucking hard to draw."

He doesn't like smoking.

I don't know what unethical rule has come up that men must smoke and drink alcohol when socializing.

Jiang Feng bought a bottle of chewing gum at the convenience store. While paying, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the Olympic Games promotional video on the TV series.

Suddenly I felt a little dazed.

Everything seemed to be back.

……

3pm.

In a KTV.

"Wow, Mengyao, your new flavor is so delicious, sweet and spicy, so delicious!"

A group of recent high school graduates were having a party.

There were several large boxes of braised food and various chicken and duck products on the table. The people around were so dazed that no one was even singing.

"That's right, especially the braised duck heart, it really wins my heart!" The one who showed off the most was Tang Wenjun. He held the duck feet in his left hand and the duck heart in his right hand, his mouth full of oil.

While showing off, Tang Wenjun looked at Jiang Feng who was standing still beside him, and suddenly felt puzzled: "Old Jiang, why don't you eat it? This is really delicious, try it!"

"No, I'm not hungry yet."

Jiang Feng declined with a smile.

The girl sitting opposite joked: "Oh, you don't understand, with Goddess Jiang Feng here, he has to care about his image."

The girl wanted to embarrass Jiang Feng.

I want to see the boy blushing when his thoughts are exposed.

But the boy just smiled calmly, as if his words had no hurtful power at all.

She was suddenly confused.

So I changed the subject and looked at the person who provided these delicious foods.

"Mengyao, I see there are so many people lining up at your store every day. How much do you make in a day?"

When everyone heard this, they looked at Zhou Mengyao curiously.

Zhou Mengyao is the most beautiful girl in the entire KTV.

She was wearing a dark brown long-sleeved dress with white lace trim at the neckline. Her hair was slightly curled and fell naturally on her shoulders. Her slender calves were wrapped in thick white silk and she was wearing a pair of black Mary Jane shoes, giving her a very girlish look.

Not to mention the delicate face and beautiful features.

She is worthy of being the school belle of No. 3 Middle School.

"Are you talking about the store in South Plaza? I don't care about that. I just heard my mom and dad casually mention it the other day. They said that since they launched this new flavor, the store's sales have increased from around 1,000 a day to over 3,000."

She said she didn't care, but she still had a smug look on her face when she spoke. Boys and girls of this age are all the same, and even pretending to be cool has to be a bit tricky, which makes it particularly obvious.

Jiang Feng saw it all, but he didn't expose it. He just smiled indifferently.

The others opened their mouths exaggeratedly, not even showing off the delicious braised dishes, and their expressions were more surprised than each other.

"Oh my god, I remember you have several stores in the city."

"Three thousand a day, ninety thousand a month, and there are several stores. Mengyao, your family can earn hundreds of thousands a month, which is already very good."

Jiang Feng had been holding back before, but when he heard this, he couldn't help laughing.

I understand and I don't understand. It would be fine if I just praised him, but he had to speak in a serious manner, which was inexplicably funny.

Jiang Feng didn't actually laugh out loud, but the classmate who was talking still caught on to it and glared at him: "Jiang Feng, what are you laughing at? Am I wrong?"

This person's name is Li Guangjun, a classmate. He is a rich second-generation and has always been at odds with Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng shook his head: "Nothing, I just thought of something funny."

Li Guangjun and Jiang Feng were already at odds, so he seized on the flaw and kept pestering him: "If you're a man, just say what you want to say. What's the point of laughing behind your back?"

Jiang Feng didn't want to say anything more, but there was nothing he could do because Li Guangjun was being too aggressive.

I could only spread my hands and explained helplessly:
"Sales volume doesn't represent actual revenue. For products like these braised chicken and duck, a 30% profit margin is considered quite good. So what you just said... is indeed a bit exaggerated."

It’s a pity that Li Guangjun’s family is in business, but he doesn’t even know this basic common sense.

Zhou Mengyao, who had been enjoying the flattery of her classmates, suddenly looked over with some displeasure.

Li Guangjun was even more embarrassed and frowned, saying, "You act like you know everything. Mengyao didn't even tell you, but you even know the profits of other people's shops."

"Haha, I'm sorry for talking too much."

Jiang Feng surrendered with a smile as he picked up the plastic bag with "Zhou's Braised Food" printed on it and threw it into the trash can next to him.

I don't intend to waste my breath arguing with him any more.

I don't want to cause some meaningless disputes. After all, our thoughts are not on the same level. There is no need to argue about who is right or wrong. It is meaningless except wasting your brain and mentality...

But in Li Guangjun's eyes, Jiang Feng was a coward, so he took advantage of the victory and snorted coldly: "Some people just don't want to admit that others are excellent."

However, when Tang Wenjun saw his good friend being criticized, he immediately came out to defend him: "Why are you so anxious? Jiang Feng just said it casually."

When others saw that something was wrong, they changed the subject in time.

"Who cares how much profit it makes? Mengyao has now become a second-generation rich kid. I'm sure your dad won't buy you a car when school starts."

Zhou Mengyao became the focus of public opinion again, and her mood naturally improved.

She just rolled her eyes and said, "What are you thinking about? I haven't even learned how to drive yet."

"By the way, Mengyao, did your dad develop this new flavor himself? It's really delicious."

Hearing her classmate's question, Zhou Mengyao immediately shook her head. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Not really. I heard that my dad bought the sauce from a young man. It's probably a family heirloom... I haven't bought the recipe yet, but my dad is already trying to figure it out."

Li Guangjun, who was standing by, probably felt that he had just been insulted. He suddenly crossed his arms, acted like he was well-versed in worldly affairs, and suggested:

"Mengyao, why don't you persuade your father to spend some money to buy the formula as soon as possible? He's young and hasn't seen the world, so tens of thousands of yuan might seem like an exorbitant price."

"Oh, I've tried to persuade my dad, but we're planning to open a new store soon, and I've been helping to research several locations. I'm busy right now..."

Tang Wenjun was gnawing on a duck neck, watching Li Guangjun and Zhou Mengyao in front of him talking about "business" matters. They were as mature as the elders at the dinner table, and seemed a little out of place with them, the students who were still studying.

Suddenly, a trace of envy rose in my heart.

The duck neck in my mouth no longer smells good.

Suddenly, he noticed that Jiang Feng beside him was twitching. He turned his head and looked, and became curious.

"Old Jiang, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, just an itch on my back."

……

The party in the KTV is over.

Jiang Feng was the first to come out, but was called aside by Zhou Mengyao.

"what's up?"

Looking at the young girl in front of him, Jiang Feng put his hands in his pockets and looked very casual.

Zhou Mengyao said very seriously and formally, "Jiang Feng, I came to you to ask you not to tell your classmates that you like me anymore. If they ask, it will cause me a lot of trouble."

"Oh."

"I know you like me, but I prefer boys who are more motivated, do you understand?"

"Oh."

"Of course I'm not completely rejecting you. I'm just not in a good position to be in a relationship right now. I'm still busy studying and trying to figure out how to help my dad manage and expand his business in the future."

Jiang Feng listened to Zhou Mengyao's tea-filled speech and thought... What's the point of managing and operating your father's half-baked braised food stores? They even want to expand them. It would be better to just add a staff restroom at the back.

But he smiled playfully: "So you still don't want to reject me?"

Seeing Jiang Feng become active again, Zhou Mengyao nodded and said, "Yes, if I ever think about falling in love in the future, I will definitely consider you first."

"That's not necessary. I'm not asking you that. I just want to say," Jiang Feng coughed lightly, his expression gradually became cold and indifferent, and he issued an ultimatum:

"Don't have any more illusions about me."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Only Zhou Mengyao, who had not yet had time to react, was left standing there in a daze.

　Regarding this black duck sauce, the author really has it, and the effect is similar to what is described in the book.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)