Rebirth 07: Starting with Saving a Bankrupt Restaurant

Shan Wei chuckled awkwardly, "No need, Sister Shi Ying. I probably ate a bit too much last night, so I'm not very hungry this morning."

Shi Ying nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

What Shan Wei said was obviously a lie. He had just finished working so hard, and hadn't eaten all morning, so his stomach was already aching from hunger.

But there was nothing he could do, and Shan Wei was too embarrassed to eat.

As for the reason for being late, it was because he had stayed out late again when he got back last night. Perhaps because he had gotten to know Zhou Wen quite well over the past two weeks at the restaurant, Shan Wei thought that Zhou Wen was actually a good-tempered boss.

So compared to my initial timidity, I'm not so afraid now, and I've started to relax more in my daily life.

I had already set the alarm, but I thought I'd take a little more nap in bed this morning, and ended up napping for seven or eight minutes.

After a quick rinse, I hurried to the restaurant.

He had originally come to the restaurant intending to explain things properly, but after seeing Zhou Wen's somewhat indifferent expression, he swallowed all his words.

After opening the shop at noon, Shan Wei didn't rest for a moment. Even if he didn't have anything to do, he would find something to do for himself.

"Sister Shi Ying, let me take that table. You can rest for a bit."

Dan Wei wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

Shi Ying was slightly taken aback. In the past, Shan Wei had never brought up these things on his own initiative, and he always assumed that Shi Ying would do them.

After realizing what was happening, Shi Ying smiled slightly and said, "No need, you should rest for a while."

After saying that, Shi Ying prepared to wipe the table, but Shan Wei took over the task first.

Seeing this, Shi Ying stood there for a while, and only left after seeing that Shan Wei had indeed wiped it carefully, to attend to other things.

The store closes at noon.

Zhou Wen served three bowls of braised pork trotters with rice.

Overall, it's not much different from yesterday's braised pork knuckle rice, except maybe with some more dried radish.

While Shi Ying and the other person were eating, Zhou Wen served them a bowl of rice and vegetables.

When he came out, he didn't see any rice balls. After looking around, Zhou Wen put the plate outside and prepared to go into the store.

Then I heard the sound of rice balls making noises, and I didn't know which corner they came from.

The rice ball visibly swelled up and became rounder, and many restaurant diners said that the rice ball's food was better than their own.

Zhou Wen usually lays a layer of rice with a little water at the bottom, and then tops it with a few slices of unseasoned beef, beef heart, some shredded chicken legs, and scrambled eggs.

After eating the rice balls for a while, Zhou Wen returned to the shop.

I've started to enjoy braised pork knuckle rice, and it's definitely quite different from yesterday.

Previously, it felt increasingly greasy as I ate, but now it tastes better and better, and it's not as greasy as it was yesterday in the latter half of the meal.

The rice is topped with oil and the aroma of pork, and there are vegetables, pickled vegetables, and dried radish to cut through the richness.

And there are also parts like the pig's foretrotters, which have tendons and skin that are good to eat.

Zhou Wen felt that the most crucial element was the spoonful of chopped chili sauce.

This chopped chili sauce wasn't homemade; I just bought it when I went to the supermarket.

Judging from the taste, it seems like we can launch a new product tomorrow, Zhou Wen thought to himself as he ate.

More than half of the pork knuckle in Shi Ying's bowl had already been eaten.

After finishing his meal, Shan Wei didn't linger. He simply said goodbye to the two of them and left the restaurant.

Seeing this, Zhou Wen didn't say anything more. Being late isn't a big deal, but if he didn't say anything, this kind of thing might happen every three or four days.

It's never a bad thing to say something and give them a warning.

In the evening, Shan Wei arrived ten minutes earlier than usual, which was truly unprecedented.

As for the reason, Zhou Wen understood it without even thinking.

After the restaurant opened, it launched a promotional activity: customers who ordered a certain amount of food would receive a free plate of braised pork knuckle.

When the event was launched, even Zhou Wen was somewhat surprised by the enthusiasm of the diners in the restaurant. Many diners participated after hearing about the event.

The main issue is that the amount is not small; Zhou Wending only gives away a plate for thirty yuan.

Many diners' eyes light up after tasting the braised pork knuckle.

"Miss, can I buy this pork knuckle separately?"

"I'm sorry, this pork knuckle is only given as a free gift if you reach a certain spending threshold," Shi Ying said, shaking her head.

The diners felt a little regretful, thinking that spending another thirty yuan would be a waste, as there was no need to spend an extra thirty yuan for a plate of braised pork knuckle. In the end, they had no choice but to give up.

In just an hour and a half, the pork knuckle and pig's forelegs were completely sold out.

"Shi Ying, please tell the guests that there is no more braised pork knuckle left; this is the last plate."

Shi Ying nodded and said, "Okay."

"Boss, are you out of pork knuckle?"

Hearing what the diners said, Zhou Wen, who was in the kitchen, poked half his body out of the kitchen and said, "Well, I'm sorry, boss, we didn't buy many pork knuckles, so we're sold out."

"What about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow we'll be serving braised pork knuckle rice," Zhou Wen replied.

"Braised pork knuckle rice, is that a new item?"

"Yes, that's right."

Their conversation was overheard by other diners.

The diners chatted with Zhou Wen, but after only a few minutes, Zhou Wen took his leave, as he still had to cook for them.

That evening, Zhou Wen sent a message to Zhang, the owner of the pork stall.

The message was to increase the quantity of pork hock and pig's foreleg.

……

It's the same familiar process.

"Boss, here are the pork knuckle and pig's foreleg you ordered, they're all ready."

"This is troublesome," Zhou Wen said.

After putting the pork and pork hock in the kitchen, Zhou Wen rode his bicycle to the market.

Because Shan Wei was late yesterday, he arrived about ten minutes earlier than usual this morning. I don't know how long this will last.

As early as yesterday, the diners in the store had heard that the store would be launching new products today, especially those who had tried the pork knuckle a couple of days ago.

"Hey beautiful, did the boss make the braised pork knuckle rice you mentioned yesterday?"

Shi Ying nodded and said, "We have a new item. It's thirteen yuan a serving, or sixteen yuan if you add meat."

Without hesitation, the diner said, "Add another serving of meat for me."

"I came to the restaurant quite late yesterday, and I was really craving the pork knuckle from watching others eat it," the customer said with a smile.

The pork knuckle and foreleg have already been braised. All you need to do is cut them up, arrange them on top, put the side dishes on, and pour a spoonful of broth over them.

So Shi Ying entered the kitchen and within a few minutes came out with a bowl of steaming hot pork trotter rice.