Qin Huai felt that Wang Gen Sheng wasn't unable to describe the taste of potato dumplings from his youth; he truly seed a bit forgetful, otherwise he wouldn't be this unable to recall.
Qin Huai could only deduce from Wang Gen Sheng's lack of mory that the potato dumplings made by Xu Nuo likely weren't very good. Because if they were truly delicious, Wang Gen Sheng wouldn't have forgotten them entirely.
This task was stuck on Wang Gen Sheng's mory, plus Qin Huai himself didn't enjoy making potato dumplings, so this task has been at a standstill.
Now bringing in Xu Tuqiang to add so intensity for Wang Gen Sheng, urging Uncle Wang to search for his lost mories, Qin Huai felt was a good move.
For the sake of the task, Uncle Wang would have to bear a little hardship.
Therefore, Qin Huai originally just planned to let Xu Tuqiang indulge, sit in the kitchen for a day, experience it, and then return to Table 9. Now Qin Huai felt Xu Tuqiang could spend a few more days in the kitchen.
It didn't matter anyway.
Before leaving work today, Qin Huai directly invited Xu Tuqiang to sit in the kitchen again tomorrow to eat, which made Xu Tuqiang so happy he promised to write the food critique tonight even if he didn't sleep, his creative enthusiasm high.
"Mr. Xu Tuqiang also sent a WeChat ssage, saying I was right, buying one lucky charm is enough; sotis buying too many might not bring luck but incur a backlash." Zhou Hu always politely addressed clients by their full na title, "I truly have to thank Master Qin, I've advised Mr. Xu Tuqiang so many tis before, but it never worked."
"Many tis clients are like this, advising too little makes them ignore it, advising too much risks them seeking another so-called fortune-teller."
"By the way, Master Qin, there's also sothing I want to ask you about."
Qin Huai made a gesture for him to speak, Zhou Hu slowly said, "Is Mr. Luo Jun going to not make it?"
Qin Huai: ?
Nine-tailed Fox, what's going on with you?
Turns out you're the bravest among these spirits, daring to curse the Bi fang before even waking up.
"How...how do you an?" Qin Huai was a bit baffled, not knowing where Zhou Hu got such a conclusion, hospital insights?
Zhou Hu carefully considered his words, and said cautiously, "I've noticed Mr. Luo Jun's temper and mood these days...are relatively good. The plans we've proposed recently, whether for the funeral hall arrangents, the village venue setup, or the theater troupes I've gathered from various places, Mr. Luo was dissatisfied."
"Not just dissatisfied, quite noticeably dissatisfied."
"Sister Hong also told that Mr. Luo is quick-tempered and not very polite, I've indeed witnessed this period. Understandable, Mr. Luo, at such an age with limited days, surely wishes to have a perfect funeral. Although our industry rarely directly interfaces with the clients themselves, we've t a few who have high and demanding expectations."
"Mr. Luo is especially demanding."
"I wanted to inquire what illness Mr. Luo has? Did the hospital issue a diagnosis?"
Qin Huai: "We can't really say, what's happened exactly?"
Zhou Hu took a deep breath, straightforwardly said, "Mr. Luo has been particularly good-tempered these days."
"I've been unable to leave because of hospitalization; the funeral hall setup was done by several employees from our company, whose business skills aren't as good as mine. The setup plan they ca up with even I found inferior to previous versions, yet Mr. Luo wasn't overly demanding, even his tone beca more gentle when speaking, he even retrieved previous rejected plans suggesting minor adjustnts would suffice."
"Initially, Mr. Luo was very unhappy with the village stage setup, typically the theater troupe is to be confird before stage setup. But given my limited resources, none of the troupes I've found have satisfied Mr. Luo, possibly needing very famous groups, even the provincial theater group."
"Unable to finalize the troupe, we must start preparing the stage setup. Mr. Luo was very displeased by this matter, but even this attitude shifted recently, he ntioned not bothering to seek outside provinces if necessary, acceptably using a troupe that previously sang Liang Zhu."
"Normally, we rarely encounter clients with such dramatic attitude changes unless..."
Qin Huai understood.
Zhou Hu had been rattling on for so long, primarily wanting to express this core idea: a person's words beco kind when they're about to die.
Considering Zhou Hu's profession, Qin Huai guessed Zhou Hu was worried Mr. Luo Jun might have limited ti, about to depart. Such majorly agreed upon plans, if delayed till after the client's burial without finalizing a complete sche, it's certainly a significant negligence.
Zhou Hu felt he had a relatively decent relationship with Qin Huai recently, intending to subtly inquire how long Mr. Luo Jun might have left, so he could expedite funeral preparations on his end.
"Mr. Luo is rely eccentric in temperant," Qin Huai said, "If he expresses satisfaction, Planner Zhou, you'd better follow up imdiately, as he may be dissatisfied again in a couple of days."
Zhou Hu nodded seriously, indicating he rembered.
Though Qin Huai thought Luo Jun probably wouldn't be dissatisfied anyway.
Zhou Hu's professional abilities are evident, and now that it's confird he's a spirit, Luo Jun is particularly accommodating towards fellow spirits, especially those unawakened.
Not to ntion Zhou Hu is urgently handling an interdiary situation.
Luo Jun's tolerance lately was entirely because Qin Huai discovered Zhou Hu is actually under severe ntal strain as an urgent order; Luo Jun fears being too demanding, being the unreasonable client, accidentally causing Zhou Hu to break down, following the adjacent bed mayfly to reincarnate even sooner.
Well, from a certain perspective, Bi fang truly embodies the essence of kindness before death.
Zhao Cheng'an was munching on potato dumplings from the adjacent bed, interrupting, "Is Luo Jun's funeral process still undecided? If not, I think adding a carousel beside the stage would be nice; he really enjoys carousels."
Qin Huai: "Just continue eating your potato dumplings."
Adding a carousel, be careful Luo Jun doesn't tie you to the horse for a spin.
Qin Huai smiled at Zhou Hu, "Planner Zhou, once you're discharged and free, don't forget to co dine at Yunzhong Restaurant. If you want, dining at Mr. Luo's house is fine too."
"At that ti, with more people, you can finalize funeral details together."
"Perhaps Mr. Luo, in a good mood, might imdiately pay the remaining 25% balance."
Zhou Hu didn't imdiately agree, dining at the client's ho, for Zhou Hu in this circumstance, is rather too audacious.
But Qin Huai never fights unprepared battles, once leaving the hospital, he imdiately ssaged in the group, preparing for the next possible tea party Zhou Hu might attend.
Luo Jun had no objection to this, for him as long as he didn't have to go out, had Dried Tangerine Peel Tea daily, with a few snacks he found acceptable for als, and the TV shows weren't terribly dull, life was bearable.
Luo Jun has been rather peace and love lately.
That evening, everyone confird the tea party in the group, urging Zhao Cheng'an, who hadn't been discharged yet, to coax Zhou Hu more, ideally convincing him to head straight to Luo Jun's house for a tea party once discharged.
Ti was running out for Zhao Cheng'an.
Theoretically, Zhao Cheng'an should return to Zhiwei Restaurant imdiately once discharged.
Convincing Master Zhou that, considering Zhao Cheng'an's recent discharge, he shouldn't imdiately take a long flight, delaying a day or two for a final tea party was bearable, but for a prolonged period, Master Zhou certainly wouldn't agree.
Unless Zhao Cheng'an had a major epiphany in the hospital and amazed everyone upon returning to Zhiwei Restaurant, alerting all employees and patrons of Zhiwei Restaurant that the phenonal Zhao Cheng'an has returned.
This dream Zhao Cheng'an has had for a long ti, often waking up joyfully.
The next morning, Qin Huai went to work as usual.
At 6 AM, Xu Tuqiang punctually arrived at Yunzhong Restaurant, gleefully, head held high, walked into the kitchen under the envious and jealous glances of many elders.
Xu Tuqiang carried a small bottle.
"Master Qin," Xu Tuqiang shook the small bottle, "This is the pickle my daughter gave yesterday, saying her colleague made it at ho. I specially brought it over today for everyone to taste. Later, Master Qin, make sure to join us for breakfast and try so pickles!"
Qin Huai glanced at the small bottle in Xu Tuqiang's hand. It seed to be the kind supermarkets use for packing olives; using such a bottle for pickles, it indeed looked homade.
"Sure," Qin Huai smiled, "I'll make so soy sauce noodles later, it'll go well with pickles."
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