weird luck system

Chapter 13 Hotel Opening

Looking at the empty grocery store, Jiang Dahai's expression was very complicated.

The grocery store, which has been open for 12 years, is now closed, and he feels uncomfortable.

Indecisiveness leads to disaster.

Jiang Dahai knew very well that the longer the grocery store continued to operate, the more money it would lose.

When Lihua Supermarket opened, the prices of many things were lower than his purchase price.

In his opinion, Lihua Supermarket's price must be much lower than his.

A supermarket with lower prices is opposite, what business can the grocery store have?
Jiang's grocery store will close sooner or later. In order to stop losses, Jiang Dahai can only clear the goods at a loss.

"Father, I now have a monthly subsidy of [-] yuan, which is more than the money I earn from opening a shop. After I become a pharmacist, I will earn even more money." Jiang Feng said with a smile.

"The shop that has been open for more than ten years now closes as soon as it says it will close. I'm just a little emotional." Jiang Dahai said.

"Closing the grocery store, I can sleep in late every day, and sleep until I wake up naturally. Not everyone has the opportunity to enjoy it, right?" Jiang Feng asked with a smile.

"Human, if there is nothing to do all the time, it won't take long for both body and soul to become rotten." Jiang Dahai said thoughtfully.

"Father, what do you want to do?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I've been running a grocery store for more than ten years, and I don't know what to do anymore." Jiang Dahai looked very bewildered.

"How about we open a small restaurant?" Jiang Feng said after thinking for a while. In fact, he wanted to set up a pharmacy more, but he lacked the initial funds. In addition, if something happened to him, the pharmacy would have no supply. .

Opening a restaurant is different, everyone has to eat, as long as the cooking skills are decent, there is no need to worry about no business.

The ingredients can be bought everywhere, and with the cooking skills of top chefs, it is easy to open a restaurant.

"Xiaofeng, although you are good at cooking, you should put your studies first. Whether it is power, status or ability to make money, a chef is far inferior to a pharmacist, right?" Jiang Dahai said.

"Father, aren't you afraid that you have nothing to do? I will make some secret seasonings and teach you how to cook for a few days. Afterwards, I will go to the School of Pharmacy, and you will be able to open a restaurant," Jiang Feng said.

It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish!
"Okay, that's the decision." Jiang Dahai nodded.

The two sold all the things on the first floor cheaply, and went to buy some tables, stools, pots and pans, etc.

In the next few days, apart from daily practice, Jiang Feng would teach Jiang Dahai how to cook whenever he had spare time.

The customers in the small restaurant are ordinary people, so they don’t need to prepare so many dishes. There are more than a dozen meat dishes, more than a dozen vegetarian dishes, and a few soups and cold dishes.

"Okay, Xiaofeng, go get busy. If I don't understand, you can watch the video." Jiang Dahai said.

"Yeah." Jiang Feng nodded, and walked upstairs.

Jiang Dahai recalled the recipe of twice-cooked pork, watched the video his son made again, took out the pork and condiments for making twice-cooked pork, and began to fiddle with it.

In the room, Jiang Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, practicing Xingyi Shengong without distraction.

A trace of heaven and earth source force poured into his body, blended into his whole body, and slowly improved his physical fitness.

After a long time, Jiang Dahai stood downstairs and called, "Xiaofeng, come down to eat."

The grocery store was closed and the kitchen was moved from upstairs after the first floor was converted into a small restaurant.

Jiang Feng responded, and walked downstairs quickly, looked at the meat and vegetables on the table, breathed the fragrance in the air, and couldn't help praising: "The appearance is beautiful, the fragrance is strong, people can't help but eat it." saliva."

"Try it." Jiang Dahai said expectantly.

Jiang Feng picked up the chopsticks and ate a bit, and said: "The unique fragrance of the ingredients is preserved, that is, when the meat is cooked, a little more star anise is put in. You can open a restaurant."

"No hurry, I'll practice for a few more days and try to get off to a good start." After Jiang Dahai finished speaking, he said again: "Stop talking, Xiaofeng, you are still growing, eat more meat."

"Father, you should eat more too." Jiang Feng said.

For more than ten days in a row, in order to practice cooking, Jiang Dahai prepared a large table of dishes every noon and night.

At noon this day, while eating, he saw his father was hesitant to speak, as if he had something to say, Jiang Feng said, "Dad, if you have anything to say, just say it."

"Xiaofeng, I want to open the restaurant." Jiang Dahai said. There are only [-] days left before his son starts school. If he doesn't open the restaurant, he will definitely have no confidence when his son goes to the School of Pharmacy.

At the age of 52, after leaving the factory, he has been running a grocery store and has never been involved in the catering industry. In the early days of the restaurant's opening, he hoped that his son, who is an amazing cook, would take care of him.

"Then let's open tomorrow." Jiang Feng said.

After lunch, the two made a billboard and bought some firecrackers.

The next morning, after a burst of firecrackers, the Jiangjia Restaurant officially opened.

"Dahei, I'm here to take care of your business." Wang Fucheng said with a smile.

"Old Wang, order whatever you want, and I'll give you a [-]% discount." Jiang Dahai said.

"Is it a [-]% discount on top of the [-]% discount?" Wang Fucheng asked.

"A [-]% discount on top of the [-]% discount?" Jiang Dahai asked suspiciously.

"Don't you have a [-]% discount for the opening of other restaurants and restaurants? You and I have known each other for more than ten years, so there should be more discounts, right?" Wang Fucheng said confidently.

"Then I'll give you a [-]% discount, isn't that interesting?" Jiang Dahai said straightforwardly.

"Okay, give me a braised pork, a twice-cooked pork, and a plate of stir-fried water spinach." Wang Fucheng said.

Not long after, neighbors from the neighborhood walked in in groups of three or four.

In the kitchen, Jiang Dahai said, "Xiaofeng, come here."

"Father, you have to believe in your cooking skills. I will be in charge of serving the dishes today," Jiang Feng said.

"En." Jiang Dahai responded, looked at a list, and fell into a busy state.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Feng put one dish after another on the table and said with a smile, "Uncle Wang, what else do you want?"

"Bring me a bottle of Liuliangye." Wang Fucheng said.

"I'll get it now." Jiang Feng responded with a smile.

"Xiaofeng, tell your father to hurry up, I'm almost starving to death."

"Xiaofeng, I didn't expect your father's cooking skills to be so good?"

"It's so fragrant, I drool when I smell it, Jiang Dahei should have opened a restaurant a long time ago."

Neighbors one after another, you talk to each other non-stop.

Hearing the praise outside, Jiang Dahai was full of energy.

"Dad, take a break, I'll cook." Seeing him sweating, Jiang Feng couldn't help but say.

"Okay." Jiang Dahai nodded, and walked out with two dishes.

"Dahei, come and have a drink." Wang Fucheng called with a smile.

"Dahei, you came out, who is cooking in the kitchen?" Chen Qiang asked curiously.

"My son." Jiang Dahai said proudly.

"Dahei, your son can cook?" Wang Fucheng questioned.

"You don't want to see whose son it is?" Jiang Dahai said proudly.

"Let me tell you first, if Xiaofeng's fried dishes are not delicious, I won't give you money." Chen said emphatically.

"Brother Qiang, Xiaofeng's cooking skills are much better than mine." Jiang Dahai said sincerely.

It was not until 02:30 in the afternoon that the two were free.

"800, the cost is about [-], Xiaofeng, in just a few hours, we made more than [-]." Jiang Dahai did the calculations, with an expression of disbelief.

Under normal circumstances, the profit of the catering industry is about half of the turnover.

Jiang Dahai, who is relatively kind, has a lot of portions in each dish. Today, he opened with a discount because he didn't pay the rent and didn't hire anyone to help, so the profit has not yet reached half.

(End of this chapter)