Chapter 1744: Chapter 1601: Dragon Boat Festival Chores
The Dragon Boat Festival holiday is indeed a wonderful holiday.
Family reunions, eating zongzi, munching on waterlon, and harmonious tis all around.
Xin Jun stood at the front desk of the agritainnt business, his face numb: "I ca back to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival, not to be consud by it..."
Xin’s mother felt a bit embarrassed: "Well, it’s just that since we’re in the hospitality business, we shouldn’t really take a break during this ti... right?"
"Exactly!" Mr. Xin, sporting freshly dyed shiny black hair, looked full of vitality: "Our business is so good! Guests would be unhappy if we took ti off."
"Besides," Xin’s mother shifted tone: "You don’t have a stable job now, starting your own business is costly. Mom is building it for you, so when we’re old, you can just take over."
"By the way, if you started dating, you wouldn’t have financial pressures, right?"
Xin Jun chuckled dryly: "All my pressures co from your business."
In the past, he truly hadn’t realized how ambitious his parents were!
Xin’s mother had been devoted to building her career, and she managed the hostay with great care.
But.
Oh dear, how should I put it? The fact that her son’s dating life wasn’t going well and he was looked down upon did put so pressure on her.
And while that pressure wasn’t so apparent, it soon transford into her career ambition.
Nowadays, she works more energetically as the business flourishes. The earlier shadows are totally left behind, to the point where she doesn’t even recall them.
She only knows that being entrepreneurial is indeed quite fun.
And now, Xin Jun passively bears this career ambition, staring at the countless small receipts and bills at the front desk, wishing he didn’t have the Dragon Boat Festival holiday.
He took another look at the replay of Qiaoqiao’s recent livestream, with tubs of zongzi on the screen, and then at the thick stack of receipts in front of him...
He pushed it away: "Mom, we already hired an accountant, let them handle this. If I get involved, it might get even more complicated, and it’ll be harder to take over."
"No worries!"
Xin’s mother was nonchalant: "The accounting office is closed for the Dragon Boat Festival. You just need to do a simple inco and expense registration, it won’t ss anything up."
Xin Jun: ...
He silently opened the docunt and emphasized: "All the ingredients I brought back, you two have to eat them all, don’t put them in the restaurant."
"If you’re thinking of profiting from these little things, then writing this form ans nothing—"
Xin’s mother vowed: "Don’t worry, if our agritainnt expands more, your father and I won’t be able to manage it. We can’t ruin our reputation, right?"
"With things stable now, Mom doesn’t need to use goodies to lure custors."
What an insightful statent.
Xin Jun sighed and focused back on the docunt.
...
anwhile, at Qiaoqiao Farm, the Dragon Boat Festival was in full swing.
In the front, everyone was joyfully judging whose zongzi was the best.
In the kitchen, Master Jiang and Seventh Uncle were cooking up large plates of dishes, filling up the prep counter to the brim.
The assistants who turned into security guards suggested: "How about we bring so plates out first? We’re running out of space here."
Most importantly, the aroma was tantalizing!
The steamy, fragrant stir-fried and stewed dishes were already enticing enough, not to ntion the heaps of fresh and delicious-looking dishes.
This is the kitchen!
These dishes were within arm’s reach, making it feel as though grabbing a bite was just a chopstick away!
What a temptation!
Yet Master Jiang ran the kitchen with strict adherence to big enterprise standards, everything in its place.
Except for tasting during cooking or when taking food out of the pot, they weren’t allowed to randomly sample.
It was torturous to have such deliciousness right under their eyes but not be able to taste it.
The assistant chefs were suffering.
Then they looked at Seventh Uncle and couldn’t help but sigh: "Seventh Uncle, is this what you endure every ti you cook?"
They worked as assistants under Master Jiang, and it turned out Master Qian, Master Jiang’s ntor, and Seventh Uncle were peers. Not knowing how to address him, they simply followed how Qiaoqiao addressed him.
Seventh Uncle was now quite savvy with the latest trends on Douyin.
He glanced at these young folks and chuckled: "I’m not like you guys. When I cook at the foot of the mountain, I can taste whenever I please."
Of course, with his confidence and skill in cooking now, he rarely needed to taste.
The youngsters: ...
Then Seventh Uncle looked out the glass:
"Hold on a bit, in just a couple more dishes, the table will be ready. If you bring these dishes out now, the current ones would be snatched up before the next ones arrive, leaving a ss... what a sight."
Master Jiang thought of sothing, and straightforwardly instructed them: "If you find staying inside too tempting, go to the fridge and bring out those two buckets of silver ear soup."
Sweeten up these greedy cats a bit!
Firstly, on the mountain, they often had the perk of drinking this silver ear soup made from bits and pieces. Therefore, even though they still didn’t want to waste a drop when they saw it, in their hearts, there was a bit of resistance.
This way, they wouldn’t drink ssily, which would look unsightly.
Secondly, with the heat these days, drinking a cold bowl of silver ear soup before a al to stimulate the appetite was quite good. After all, there were just two buckets available.
With so many people, each could only have at most half a bowl!
So, the assistant chefs quickly went out to work, escaping this delicious trap.
And the staff, slling the various aromas wafting through the glass, couldn’t wait any longer and gathered around:
"Quick, quick, quick, serve half a bowl to whet the appetite! But don’t drink too much; there’s a feast for lunch today..."
No need to say more; everyone had experienced enough to know!
Though so were still feeling hungry, so they shouted across the glass: "Master Jiang, the zongzi are ready. Maybe we could get so cold water to imrse them?"
The one speaking was the programr guy.
Though he looked frail and seed to have a poor appetite, ever since working here, he wished he could eat three big servings at every al.
Master Jiang, seeing the young man eating with such delight like a piglet, chuckled too:
"Well, I won’t dare—with zongzi brought out now, dipping them in cold water, would you start unwrapping the twine and leaves while soaking them?"
The programr guy thick-skinnedly replied: "Can’t bla us, who tests officials with such good stuff..."
Secretary Xiaozu wholeheartedly agreed.
She managed all the rice, flour, grain, and oil distributions for the festival to the families entitled for governnt benefits and low-inco families. After recording everything clearly, she heard Song Tan ntion wanting to hire a troupe for an opera performance, and promptly ca over to ask for details:
"Which troupe is it? What specific repertoire are they good at?"
"Is it on the square? It might be a bit hot there; at most, we could move a few large fans over."
Song Tan thought about it, then turned and asked Qiaoqiao: "Don’t we have two ice machines on the mountain? Check if there are enough ice cubes. Make more quickly, and use fans on stage at night."
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