288: Chapter 287: Plan 288: Chapter 287: Plan Xia Yu’s response plan could be summarized in two words—
Restrictions!
Actually, when he discovered in the morning that the Fa Points had surged by over 50,000 points, Xia Yu had ntally prepared for the evening’s business, and he hadn’t been idle during the day; aside from shopping in the system store, he also discussed a feasible plan with Liangzi Lina.
It was impossible to introduce a reservation system at short notice since the Xia Family’s website was only known within a small circle.
Furthermore, Xia Yu had not instructed An Yilun to set up a VIP reservation page on the website.
Ordinary and VIP reservations should not be confused; otherwise, it would be chaotic.
So, during the day, Xia Yu devised an ergency plan.
This plan could be divided into three parts:
Increase the number of dining seats.
Limit the ordering quantity.
Restrict the dining ti.
Hence, Ichise Hui and Kobayakawa Ryodan were shocked and perplexed when they learned of Xia Yu’s plan.
If Xia’s branch was to pursue a high-end route, distancing itself from an ordinary restaurant, aside from food itself, service and atmosphere were undoubtedly critical aspects to consider.
Who would have thought that on the first day of opening, the head chef and manager, Xia Yu, would be so bold!
First, the dining seats would naturally begin with the private rooms.
Originally each private room had only one tea table, but during the day, Xia Yu urgently purchased a batch of tables and cushions from the IGO store, which were stacked in the storeroom.
At that ti, he had asked Ichise Hui and Kobayakawa Ryodan to help with the transportation, probably thinking that these were just spare items, but they ca into play at this mont.
Second, the ordering quantity was not difficult to understand.
Each group of custors could only order one set of dishes from the nu, with no repeats.
This was also a ans to increase turnover rate.
Third, what Ichise Hui and Kobayakawa Ryodan found most absurd, was this rule—limiting dining ti!
Each table of guests had only 2 hours allocated for their al!
This was also to improve the turnover rate.
However, between taking their seats and finishing their al, just 2 hours.
Not to ntion whether a group of distinguished guests could enjoy their al happily, this was also a huge challenge for the kitchen.
Increasing the number of dining seats would improve the turnover rate, but the pressure was likely to be mountainous, resting on the shoulders of the kitchen’s head chef, leaving one gasping for air.
…
Ichise Hui and Kobayakawa Ryodan, in turn, led custors upstairs to the second and third floors.
Dojima Yin could hear the noisy commotion coming from upstairs even at the front desk of the lobby.
“I need a private room!”
“That’s right!
Your dishes are so expensive here, that’s no problem, we can afford it, but you should also provide matching service and environnt, right?!”
Many custors ca in high spirits and left in a fury.
Fortunately, the status of Ichise Hui and Kobayakawa Ryodan as Ten Masters of Far Moon made these prominent figures cautious, not daring to offend them excessively.
If it had been ordinary service staff, they probably would have been scolded to their faces.
“President Dojima!”
A voice ca from behind, and Dojima Yin turned his head, encountering an old acquaintance, imdiately furrowing his brows, a hint of disgust in his eyes.
A middle-aged man, wearing a tailcoat and with neatly combed hair, stood straight behind him.
He greeted Dojima Yin very gentlemanly, with a slight smile, “I didn’t expect to run into President Dojima here.”
Dojima Yin spoke in a low voice, “Mr.
Baishi, you shouldn’t be here!”
The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head.
“President Dojima, you’re mistaken there,” Baishi Jianyilang spoke at an unhurried pace, “After all, I am the chief editor of the ‘Food Review Conference’.
This restaurant has been hot news since yesterday, and now it’s opening day; I simply must co over to observe and see for myself.”
Not only celebrities and gourts followed the buzz but so of the food dia as well.
Compared to the highly popular and best-selling “Taste Weekly,” the reputation of “Food Review Conference” could be described as notorious.
This food dia outlet has always taken a crooked path, not genuinely critiquing food but rather adopting a critical stance, nitpicking with sharp and acerbic comnts.
Far Moon Group, with its vast enterprises, has so hotel industries that are hard to manage effectively, and there are simply too many instances where the food at the hotels was harshly criticized by “Food Review Conference.”
Dojima Yin, as the executive chef of Far Moon Group, could hardly be expected to show a good face toward Baishi Jianyilang, this type of “troll.”
At this mont, Ichise Hui was escorting a couple, who appeared upset, to the entrance and handing over their shoes, bowing incessantly while issuing apologies.
Witnessing this sight, Baishi Jianyilang said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “I am very disappointed!”
Dojima Yin’s expression darkened slightly.
Baishi Jianyilang shook his head and said, “Let’s not talk about anything else, just the evaluation criteria for restaurants set by the IGO International Gourt Organization.
Apart from the food itself, other factors like service and atmosphere cannot be ignored.”
“Now, the service of this new restaurant, in my mind, is already in the negatives.”
Ichise Hui then led Baishi Jianyilang upstairs.
Click!
She opened a door and stepped aside, “Please co in—”
Inside Room 3, there were three tea tables.
In front of one table on the inner side sat a family of three, the middle table was occupied by a young couple decked in designer brands, and the table nearest the door was empty.
Baishi Jianyilang naturally seated himself there.
“Mr.
Baishi, here’s the nu.”
Ichise Hui handed over the booklet.
He recognized Baishi, and Baishi also knew him.
To this famous ranting critic of the Neon Food World, Ichise Hui didn’t dare to neglect him; it’s wise not to provoke a mad dog with a pen, lest one attracts unfounded criticism.
The nu had three pages, with each page representing a different tier of dishes, clearly defined and priced.
Baishi Jianyilang quickly scanned the nu and looked up with a smirk, saying sardonically, “Well, it’s certainly expensive.
The cheapest dishes in the first tier are 300,000 yen!
There’s nothing in the climax tier below 5 million yen!”
“Let’s start with an order of ‘Stir-fried Qingjiang Vegetable,’ an order of ‘Big Blast Fried Pork,’ and a bowl of rice.
Do they co with miso soup?”
“Sorry, we do not provide miso soup, only tea,” Ichise Hui replied.
“Heh—”
Baishi Jianyilang waved his hand dismissively and propped his chin in contemplation, drafting an article in his head.
Of course, the article would focus on criticism and insults, following his usual sharp-tongued style.
“First point of criticism, service.”
“Second point of criticism, atmosphere.”
“If the food is also just passable, then I am sorry, but I might just have to be thoroughly negative!” Baishi Jianyilang thought with a sense of playful maliciousness.
Recently, this restaurant had beco the talk of Twitter and the dia—a hot topic.
The “Food Review Conference’s” contrarian stance right now was perfect for riding the wave of interest and boosting sales.
“Wow, the food is here—”
The blond high-school girl with twin ponytails exclaid.
Just as Ichise Hui put away the nu, Kobayakawa Ryodan ca in with a tray, placing three dishes on the inner side tea table.
Coincidentally, Baishi Jianyilang and Eri’s family of three were sitting in the sa private room.
“Open—”
Eri, unable to wait, opened the dish with trembling hands and a look of reverence, as if uncovering treasure.
Tss.
A fragrant breeze leaked out.
Baishi Jianyilang took a slight whiff and his eyes widened.
Wait!
When Eri lifted the lid completely, light burst forth inside the room!
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