Chapter 125 Boss Lu has many regular custors! Yao Yao has a fever!
Sun Zhi and Fan Qingfang were ignored by a small roadside stall owner?
“Did he not carefully look at our business cards?” Sun Zhi asked.
Fan Qingfang shook her head.
“I saw him look at the cards.”
The business cards had three bold gold characters—Chairman. There was no way the owner didn’t see it unless he was blind.
Since that’s the case, this Boss Lu already knows who they are but still chose to ignore them!
“We need to make our intentions clear,” Sun Zhi said.
Fan Qingfang nodded.
So, the two of them went back over.
“Boss Lu, actually, I’d like to invite you—” Sun Zhi said.
“You want to invite him to be the head chef at your hotel restaurant?”
Sun Zhi froze, turning to see a wealthy middle-aged man finish the rest of his sentence.
“Uh, and you are?”
Sun Zhi found the man sowhat familiar but couldn’t place him imdiately.
“Deng?”
Fan Qingfang recognized him. The middle-aged man was Deng Jianping, the owner of Jiangcheng Kaiyuan Grand Hotel.
Deng Jianping’s businesses were even larger than theirs. In addition to running over 17 ‘Fruit Mix Snow’ milk tea stores, he also owned nurous bars and hot pot restaurants in Jiangcheng.
Sun Zhi and Fan Qingfang quickly greeted him politely. Deng Jianping accepted the food, mung bean smoothie, and osmanthus oolong milk tea handed over by Lu Qin with a smile.
“Thank you, Boss Lu. I’ve already paid.”
“Hmm, Deng, this ti, you didn’t overpay. Co again soon. Take care.”
Lu Qin smiled faintly. He rembered Deng Jianping because Deng often tipped generously, claiming the food was worth far more than its price. However, Lu Qin didn’t appreciate it, insisting on normal pricing. If Deng didn’t comply, he wouldn’t sell to him. Since then, Deng admired Lu Qin not only for his culinary skills but also for his character.
Sun Zhi’s heart skipped a beat.
“Boss Deng, are you familiar with Boss Lu?”
Deng Jianping shook his head.
“Just a regular custor. Boss Lu has many like . Even Ouyang from Shengyang Group is one of his patrons.”
“Shengyang Group!”
Sun Zhi and Fan Qingfang were taken aback. That was one of the top groups in Haishi.
“I’ve been rejected by Boss Lu several tis already, so you might as well give up and save your energy.”
Deng Jianping took a bite of a crystal shrimp dumpling, his face full of delight.
“Boss Lu is a man of character. He enjoys running his stall, free and easy. Otherwise, Shengyang Group would’ve hired him long ago.”
Sun Zhi and Fan Qingfang fell silent.
Deng Jianping took a sip of osmanthus oolong milk tea, savored it, and suddenly cursed.
“Damn! I knew it!”
Fan Qingfang was startled.
“What’s wrong, Boss Deng?”
“Boss Lu’s osmanthus oolong milk tea is miles ahead of my Fruit Mix Snow! The flavor and texture are unbeatable!”
Deng Jianping stopped after drinking half the cup and carefully packed the rest to take back for his beverage team. He planned to have them try and replicate the taste—even achieving 70% similarity would suffice.
Sun Zhi and Fan Qingfang had also tried the milk tea earlier and agreed it was better than any other on the market.
Who exactly was this Boss Lu?
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At 9:15 p.m., the stars twinkled, and the moonlight was like water. The custors gradually dispersed as Lu Qin packed up his stall and sat in the driver’s seat of his M7.
Once again, he’d sold out, over 300 portions of ice crystal cakes, nearly the sa for crystal shrimp dumplings, 230 boxes of imperial chicken wings, 400 cups of chilled mung bean smoothies, and 99 cups of osmanthus oolong milk tea. Revenue—28,000 yuan. Lu Qin was satisfied.
Sitting in his car, enjoying the cool air from the air conditioner, he opened his phone to ssage Shen Muyan.
[Lu Qin: Is the little one asleep yet?]
[Shen Muyan: Just finished bathing. She’s worn out from running her grandpa around all evening.]
[Lu Qin: Who’s more tired, her or her grandpa?]
[Shen Muyan: Both.]
[Lu Qin: Did she have ice cream?]
[Shen Muyan: She had one. She tried to beg for a second, but I caught her and stopped it.]
[Lu Qin: Then no more tomorrow.]
[Shen Muyan: Understood. She asked to tell her the story of The Little Girl Who Sold Missiles. She loves that one.]
[Lu Qin: …]
[Lu Qin: She drank two big cups of milk tea and had ice cream. Make sure she uses the restroom before bed so she doesn’t wet it.]
[Shen Muyan: Got it.]
[Lu Qin: You too.]
[Shen Muyan: ?]
[Shen Muyan: Get lost.]
Lu Qin smiled slightly, put down his phone, and started the car.
“Hello, Xiao Yi.”
“I’m here.”
“Play the song Flowers of Parting.”
“Alright, now playing the song…”
The lyrics rose and fell with emotion, resonating deeply. It was a beautiful song.
When Lu Qin returned ho, the absence of the little one’s chatter made the house feel empty. He went to bed early.
The next morning, Lu Qin visited the Jingyuan Market and stopped by Lao Zhao’s shop for disposable tableware.
“Lao Zhao, do you have milk tea cups?”
Lao Zhao’s eyes lit up.
“Boss Lu, you’re making milk tea now?”
So Lu Qin was expanding into milk tea too—an all-out venture!
“Yeah, I tested 100 cups yesterday using 375ml soybean milk cups. I need to switch to 500ml specialized milk tea cups.”
“Of course I have them. Let show you so samples.”
Lao Zhao soon returned with several options, including transparent, frosted, and printed designs. The prints featured simple, artistic phrases like “All my tomorrows are for you,” “You’re my little happiness,” and “No additives, just love.”
Lu Qin chose a design and placed an order–”Lao Zhao, I’ll take 1,000 milk tea cups. Also, 5,000 rectangular disposable lunch boxes and 1,500 round ones. I’ll transfer the paynt via WeChat.”
“Sure, I’ll deliver them later.”
“Thanks,” Lu Qin said.
“Don’t ntion it. When are you setting up your breakfast stall? I want to get your fried rice noodles. I missed it yesterday and can’t stop craving it.”
“When you deliver the containers, I’ll fry you three portions.”
“Deal!”
Lu Qin then entered the market to buy various ingredients. At the usual spot near Sunshine Elentary, his breakfast stall disrupted the residents’ sleep as they flocked downstairs to queue. So ca from farther away, yawning in line but waking up at the aroma of fried noodles.
The breakfast service ended near 10 a.m., with earnings of 12,000 yuan. Lu Qin’s system points now totaled 3,054. Just as he rode his food cart back to the old district, his phone rang. It was Shen Muyan.
“Lu Qin, Yao Yao has a fever. We’re at City First Hospital, 9th floor. Co quickly.”
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