Catering God

Chapter 3 Home is still home
Who is Chen Jingyu?
The famous rich girl from No. 3 Middle School.

He is picked up and dropped off at school by luxury cars every day, and has several strong bodyguards in suits. It's like a TV drama come true.

Rumor has it that her father does business in Shanghai, but no one knows what he does specifically. Students spread all sorts of rumors, including about foreign trade, listed companies, and Fortune 500 companies.

But it is undeniable that this is a real pearl, a genuine princess.

She did not win the title of "school beauty" like Zhou Mengyao, because she was disqualified by all the boys long before the selection. Because once she participated in the competition, all the girls combined would not be able to beat her.

No wonder Jiang Feng felt she looked familiar.

I've seen him a few times before at school.

They all looked from a distance and then looked away.

It's not just him, other boys are like this too. The reason is very simple: they feel inferior after seeing too much.

Although every boy in No. 3 Middle School has fantasized about Chen Jingyu, the more real it is, the greater the gap is.

The fairy they met by chance was not something that mortals like them could get their hands on.

Over time, it becomes intimidating.

But no one would have thought that the rumored rich girl would secretly run to the snack street alone to eat at a roadside stall.

Jiang Feng came to his senses and felt confused.

Hey, isn’t it said that this young lady is very cold and aloof?
Why do I feel a little... silly...

Just based on that childish voice just now, it was almost lazy.

This was the first time Jiang Feng heard Chen Jingyu speak.

This is no exaggeration.

Because they had heard Chen Jingyu's classmates spread rumors many times that she always kept to herself and didn't interact with others.

Students from other classes like Xiang Jiangfeng basically had no chance to talk to her.

Jiang Feng was somewhat curious about this rich girl who was full of legends.

But it's just curiosity.

He has to go home for dinner.

……

The street was still the same, and after turning a corner, there were several residential buildings. They were six stories high, without elevators, and each floor had a dedicated garbage disposal passage that led directly to the garbage room. This design was very user-friendly in Jiang Feng's eyes, but the prerequisite was to solve the problem of the smell in the summer after long-term use.

He hummed a song and went up to the third floor. He felt his pocket and found that he didn't have his key.

He looked at the couplet at the door.

Two fingers skillfully reached into the opening of the couplet and took out a key from the bottom.

Hiding the key under the doormat is so uncreative. His family just hid it in the couplets.

Jiang Feng opened the security door. Fortunately, the wooden door inside was open, otherwise he would have had to knock on the door.

As soon as he entered the door, he could smell the aroma of cooking. From the kitchen, he could hear the crackling sound of ingredients being stir-fried in hot oil. Jiang Feng just passed by when he was yelled at by his mother, Shen Meijuan, who was in the kitchen:

"Move this broken pot of yours out of the kitchen. It's taking up space. What a shame!"

"oh oh."

In order to prevent the conflict from escalating further, Jiang Feng quickly moved out the large soup bucket from the kitchen that was used to make black duck sauce. It had been used yesterday and had not been washed yet, so there was still a layer of black sauce stains left in it.

As a result, when I was moving the pot, my mother kicked me on the butt: "Instead of learning to drive, you just tinker with these broken things of yours."

Jiang Feng felt wronged.

He had applied for and reported in advance that he was going to make the black duck sauce at home.

My parents had tried it and thought that this kind of braised chicken and duck was delicious, but they didn't take it seriously. No one believed that Jiang Feng could make money from this.

Jiang Feng grunted as he carried the soup bucket towards the balcony, passing by the living room. His father, Jiang Huaguo, was sitting leisurely on the sofa reading a newspaper, his toes teetering on a pair of pink slippers.

Don't ask why the slippers are pink.

Ms. Shen bought a big one for herself.

He saw Jiang Feng and asked casually, "Why did you come back so late today?"

Jiang Feng put the bucket on the balcony and prepared to wash it after dinner.

He clapped his hands, returned to the living room, and answered his father's question: "I'm selling black duck sauce. So far, I have established supply relationships with eight braised food stores."

He doesn't need to make the sauce every day. He makes it once every five days, packs it in plastic bags, and freezes it in the big refrigerator at home. If the braised food shops need it, he will deliver it directly to them.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Huaguo suddenly became serious, sat up straight, and asked curiously, "You boiled this bucket of sauce and divided it into bags. How much does each bag of sauce cost?"

He was also a little curious about Jiang Feng's troubles.

This kid bought a bunch of spices and piled them up in his study, causing him to sneeze every time he went in to play Spider Solitaire on the computer these days.

When I heard that they had established supply relationships with eight stores, I immediately wanted to find out what my son had done with the black duck sauce.

"forty."

"How much do you sell it for?"

"Fifty."

"I only make ten yuan..." The old father frowned and thought for a while, then quickly figured it out: "If others braise one pound of meat, you only make ten cents?"

One bag can make up to 100 kilograms of braised meat, and the profit is 10 yuan, which means 1 cent per kilogram. Jiang Huaguo has no problem with the calculation.

"more or less."

"Then you might as well set up a street stall and sell braised food. At least you can make more money than this."

"You pay me to make a cart..."

"All my money is with your mother."

"That's impossible."

Jiang Feng spread his hands, turned around and went back to his room to wait for his mother to prepare the meal.

In fact, he didn't tell Jiang Huaguo that the braised food stores he had negotiated with could already provide him with a stable income of several dozen yuan a day.

Even though we only make a dime per pound, if eight stores can’t do it, what about the braised food stores in a city?
If you sell in large quantities, you can make a lot of money.

Of course, Jiang Feng’s plan goes far beyond this. He also needs some quick money.

While eating dinner in the evening, Jiang Feng looked at the plates of vegetables and wailed:
"Sad! Before the exam, she called me Sweetie and ate delicious meals, but after the exam, her true colors showed. I'm still growing!"

"Sweet you."

Shen Meijuan rolled her eyes and ignored Jiang Feng's complaints. Instead, she asked worriedly, "Tell me, since the exam, you've been tinkering with these junk all day. Don't you even have any confidence in your score?"

After getting to the point, Jiang Feng winked and said, "Don't worry, Mom. It's definitely a prestigious school. I'll be your big elbow to congratulate the future top students."

Jiang Feng was so confident in saying this because he was reborn after the college entrance examination. If it was before the college entrance examination? Haha, he would have completely forgotten how to solve the three-variable linear equation...

Unexpectedly, Shen Meijuan rolled her eyes and said, "Come on, it's not too late to celebrate after the scores come out."

After dinner, before Jiang Feng could do anything, Ms. Shen took the bucket he had thrown on the balcony to wash it.

Jiang Feng was so touched: "Oh, my mom is so nice!"

"Go cool off, it's so annoying to find something for people to do all day."

Ms. Shen curses a lot, but she is usually kind-hearted. Jiang Feng has long been accustomed to it.

Jiang Feng was tinkering with his own stuff. His parents said they would not interfere, but they would still help him out to some extent, if for no other reason than that their son was happy.

(End of this chapter)