Food Intelligence King

Chapter 89 Busy Business, Ms. Lin's Colleague Prepares to Place an Order

Although it wasn't the weekend, it was still summer vacation.

There are indeed many people who don't need to go to work.

So the number of customers queuing inside the store didn't decrease at all, and the queue gradually extended outside the door.

Seeing this, Meng Da, the owner of the tobacco and liquor store next door, ate his new steamed bun while moving the umbrella in front of his store toward the community canteen.

It wasn't explicitly stated.

But people know where it's cool and where to stay.

Although the beginning of autumn has passed, the weather is still a bit hot. Standing under the umbrella, people quickly noticed the Jinda Tobacco and Liquor store next door.

"Hey bro, do you sell drinks here?"

Old Meng grinned. "Selling, what would you like to drink?"

"Cola, iced."

After this customer started it, others immediately followed suit, wanting to buy bottled water and so on.

Old Meng didn't keep everyone waiting in line; he simply brought the QR code and delivered the goods directly to their door.

The steamed buns were served quickly, but as the queue grew longer, customers started chatting.

The talkative customer chatted for a few words with the teacher couple in front of him, and then looked at the guy in the tank top behind him.

This outfit is very casual.

So he asked:
"Dude, you're from around here, right?"

The man in the double-strand vest pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

"Yes, I'm a local. I live in this neighborhood. It was quite unexpected. I went downstairs today to get some steamed buns, and when I got here, I found the line was this long."

"I'm not a foodie," he said, and then took photos of the scene and posted them in the Sunshine City community's residents' group chat.

"Family members, the steamed bun business is booming again."

Wotu: "We observed [the telescope]."

Property Manager Gao: "The roller shutters in the first and second phases of the underground parking garage are now open, making it convenient for residents to buy steamed buns."

This time, Zihan's mother unusually didn't speak in the group chat.

Her mother-in-law works at the store, and the boss opened up a channel for employees' family members through the back window in the morning.

Zihan's mother chose to eat her steamed buns quietly and discreetly.

As noon approached, although Chen Zhou had increased the quantity of steamed buns, they would eventually sell out.

After seeing off the last few customers dining in, the restaurant gradually returned to calm.

Looking back, Chen Zhou realized that it had been a long, busy day.

Even now, the sounds of customers ordering "Five steamed buns," "Another bowl of porridge," and "Do you have any more vinegar?" still echo in my mind.

He sat down and ate with his employees.

I briefly summarized what I had accomplished that day.

Sales reached 6,200 and positive reviews numbered 592, both setting new historical records.

There's not much to say, just make more money and you'll get more payouts at the end of the month.

The points I've saved up are waiting to unlock the Legendary difficulty.

My junior colleague had a lot of customers today. When the steamed buns were almost sold out, she was the one who went outside the shop to apologize to the customers.

Therefore, Zhao Yilin offered the following advice to the two kitchen contestants who had finished the steamed bun-making competition:

"I feel we can make a little more, and we should be able to sell it."

Aunt Zheng also regained some of her former self today.

Because of the retirement plan that Chen Zhou and Zhao Yilin discussed with her, she felt a strong sense of identity and belonging to the store.

The place where I work is doing so well.

She was genuinely happy to see this. So she agreed with Xiao Zhao's suggestion:
"middle."

Looking at the two employees, Chen Zhou thought to himself:
If it weren't for the pressures of life, I wouldn't actually be as diligent as I imagine.

He conveyed his work philosophy to the two of them: "Work and rest should be balanced. We need to pay attention to resting well while we work."

The three of them have been busy all day.

There's also tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

In the evening, after dinner.

Chen Zhou, his wife, and children took a walk in the small square outside. Their peaceful and cozy home was where Chen Zhou could recharge.

As they went upstairs, Ms. Lin noticed her husband's gaze and asked curiously:
"Why are you staring at me?"

"It looks good," Chen Zhou said with a smile.

"Yes," Chen Taotao chimed in, "Mommy looks beautiful!"

Ms. Lin was a little happy. She let go of Tao Tao's hand, let her hair down, and gathered it over her shoulders.
"I went out to get a haircut with my colleagues at noon today."

"I said so."

Chen Zhou said this, but he felt a little apologetic in his heart:

I'm sorry. I really didn't notice. It's still the same length, it feels like it hasn't changed at all.

Chen Taotao blinked in confusion.

I guess they didn't notice it either.

Ms. Lin didn't pay much attention and chatted with Chen Zhou about what happened when they got their hair cut at noon.

Her colleagues are quite interested in the steamed bun shop.

So even though she hadn't contacted her husband, she still learned about the booming business from her colleagues.

Ms. Lin sighed:
"Luckily, we called Aunt Zheng in advance, otherwise you would have been really busy."

Chen Zhou shared the same sentiment.

"My aunt is incredibly quick and efficient; she's been a huge help these past few days."

However, if the aunt had known at the time that Zihan's mother was her daughter-in-law, she probably would have been back at work for almost half a month by now.

Ms. Lin nodded, and then said:
"My colleagues want me to bring them some steamed buns from your place."

My wife is the type of person who can handle interpersonal relationships relatively well at school and at work, but doesn't have many friends outside of social environments.

Chen Zhou wasn't worried about her, but he still asked her carefully:

"How many people are there? How much are you bringing? What do you want to eat?"

Ms. Lin remained silent for a while.

"Let me ask them."

"Okay, just come to the store to pick it up tomorrow morning, no need to make breakfast."

"Hmm," Ms. Lin replied calmly.

But Chen Taotao became excited: "Dad, can I go too?"

"Of course."

Chen Zhou smiled and said, "You won't have to eat grass tomorrow either."

Listening to his wife talk about her colleagues and friends, Chen Zhou couldn't help but think of his college classmates.

The buddies I used to go to internet cafes with, skip classes to play games.

After getting married and having children, we definitely lost touch with each other a lot.

I haven't seen some of my classmates since their weddings.

Everyone's busy navigating life's challenges.

One of his former close friends would occasionally chat with Chen Zhou.

That guy is making a lot of money abroad, and apparently he's dating a Black girlfriend. He recently said he's going back to China.

Later that evening, Ms. Lin asked her colleagues about steamed buns.

Grandpa Yu also chatted with Chen Zhou for a bit via WeChat.

Although Chen Zhou didn't see the other party come over, Grandpa Yu must have spent a lot of time surfing the internet.

He first congratulated Chen Zhou on his booming business.

The two exchanged a few polite words.

Then Grandpa Yu brought up the hairy crabs he had ordered and the chess friend he had been playing with.

The crabs are tentatively scheduled for ten days from now, but they will arrive a day earlier than the people.

Grandpa Yu: "Is there enough time? I heard that crab roe soup dumplings are quite troublesome to make, but using crab meat doesn't make them a proper dish."

Chen Zhou: "Don't worry, I've got it covered."

(End of this chapter)