Chapter 355: Chapter 354 Bestsellers
By the ti Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi got ho, he suddenly rembered that the dried cornal rose bouquet had been forgotten on the cabinet in the back kitchen corner.
Jiang Feng glanced at the ti, 12:19 AM, Qixi had passed, and he still hadn’t given out the Qixi gift.
As soon as Wu Minqi got ho, the first thing she did was to collect the clothes on the balcony. Seeing Jiang Feng standing dumbfounded in the living room and not going to shower, she urged, “Hurry up and take a shower. It’s already late, go to bed early after you’re done.”
“Ah, okay.” Jiang Feng obediently went to find clothes for his shower.
…
The next day, Jiang Feng went to Taifeng Building bright and early, becoming the first person to arrive at the back kitchen. After quickly disposing of the evidence of the failed Qixi gift on the shelf, he started processing sea cucumbers and waited for the two sirs to co over and instruct him on how to make green onion sea cucumber.
After practicing green onion sea cucumber for a few days, Jiang Feng could taste green onion in everything he ate. According to Sang Ming, Jiang Feng was now a walking green onion; you could sll the onion scent on him from a ter or two away.
Aside from Ji Yue going ho leading to Zhang Guanghang just succeeding in confessing and then having a long-distance relationship with his girlfriend, it was Jiang Feng who suddenly beca the most popular chef in the entire Taifeng Building within a few short days.
Even though the Ordering System showed that the dishes prepared by Jiang Feng required a wait of over an hour, diners were still willing to wait.
The strangest thing was the mysterious surge in sales of Jiang Feng’s pure at wontons.
In the past, Jiang Feng’s best-selling dish was the limited edition of six servings of Sweet and Sour Yam a day. Even though the unscrupulous businesswoman Mrs. Wang Xiulian kept raising the price of Sweet and Sour Yam, the price reached 99 yuan per serving, and it would still sell out within twenty minutes of lunch service starting, while other special dishes were sold haphazardly.
The haphazard thod was this: If Han Guishan ca to dine, the pickled vegetable dumplings would sell, but if Han Guishan didn’t co, the pickled vegetable dumplings would be ignored.
Every few days, a couple of predestined relationship set als and Li Hongzhang hodgepodge could also be sold, but they were often complained about by custors. Those who complained would usually co back to order the Li Hongzhang hodgepodge again after a few days to a week and replace their previous bad review with a brand new positive one.
This led to Jiang Feng becoming a chef with a seriously polarized reputation in the Taifeng kitchen, receiving the most complaints but also not a few complints. Since he was one of the young bosses, they couldn’t dock his wages to make him reform or reflect.
But this heat with the pure at wontons was different, there were no bad reviews at all. Even the waitstaff who witnessed the custors eating pure at wontons said every custor who ate the wontons cried their hearts out. It was as if their teacher had given them the wrong key points for the exam, and when they checked their grades, they all failed and were not allowed to retake it, which ant they had to repeat the year, a sorrowful cry like being single for twenty years right from birth, but the reviews were unanimously positive.
Even when the unscrupulous businesswoman Mrs. Wang Xiulian took the opportunity to raise the price of pure at wontons to 26 yuan a bowl, they still sold out within the first twenty minutes of lunch service each day.
This didn’t make sense. Although the Li Hongzhang hodgepodge made people cry, it at least released the pressure in their hearts, and every salaried employee who tried it could testify with their bodies what true delight tasted like. But the pure at wontons were different; they were simply a dish that reminded people of the bitter sorrows of their youth, and yet they still receive everyone’s unanimous praise. Jiang Feng could only sigh that society had changed.
It had started to beco perverse.
He wouldn’t even eat this dish himself, okay?
Jiang Feng had once speculated whether it was the ga rewards taking effect, or Ji Yue’s comics becoming popular on Weibo. But he later specifically asked Uncle Jiang Jianshe, who was responsible for promotion, about it; everything was normal on Weibo. Although the feedback was good, the numbers for retweets, comnts, and likes were all within the normal range, hardly causing much of a stir. There weren’t many people following Taifeng’s official Weibo account, and given the number of fake followers created by operations just to inflate numbers, the real active followers were probably only a few thousand. Therefore, the comic’s release didn’t cause much of a fuss either.
As for the task reward, Jiang Feng thought it over and felt the ga wouldn’t be so generous. The task reward ntioned a slight increase in the fa of Taifeng Building, and whether Taifeng Building’s fa had increased, Jiang Feng wasn’t sure, but his own fa had increased quite a bit. He felt that based on the ga’s usual style, it wouldn’t be so generous to him.
No matter what the real reason was, thanks to the hot sales of pure at wontons, there were always so people who had their softest or deepest mories touched while eating them, and the progress of the main task [Loyal Custors] actually went up by two, finally moving to the end stage of (9/10)—victory was in sight.
It was another tranquil afternoon; the late August heatwave, also known as the ‘Autumn Tiger’, was still fierce. The high temperatures of sumr launched one last aggressive assault. The temperature in the back kitchen around noon had reached a level that felt alarming. Both sirs unanimously decided it was not suitable for a midday cooking lesson in such adverse conditions, so they continued to et for tea and listening to stories at the teahouse and let Jiang Feng play wherever he wanted.
The troubleso affair at Ji Yue’s ho was drawing to a close; Ji Yue’s brother could no longer stay at his original school. With the power of money, the school grudgingly agreed not to expel her brother and allowed him to transfer out of his own accord. Jiang Feng could glean the progress of her brother’s transfer and the frequency with which he was strung up and beaten from Ji Yue’s daily explosive social dia rants, thus estimating her leave ti and this month’s salary.
But why he had suddenly beco the most popular chef in Taifeng remained an unsolved mystery that puzzled him.
So, taking advantage of this calm afternoon, Jiang Feng sought out a waitress in the lobby to conduct a small investigation.
Naturally, the first person he found was Qi Rou. Aside from Fan i and Ji Yue, Qi Rou should be the only other employee in the lobby whose na he could rember; he couldn’t even recall the faces of so of the girls, let alone their nas.
“Qi Rou,” Jiang Feng called, stopping her just as she was about to go to the boutique store on the second floor of the neighboring mall for a round of looking without buying, “I have sothing I want to ask you.”
“What is it?” Qi Rou’s mind was filled with the crystal ball she had seen the day before.
“Have you noticed who has been ordering my pure at wontons these past few days?” Jiang Feng asked.
“Pure at dumplings?” Qi Rou thought carefully, “I have been in charge of welcoming guests these past few days, I haven’t really served pure at dumplings to custors, but I rember that the custors who cried in the restaurant were all quite young.”
Quite young.
This was a key piece of information.
“You should ask Lin Ling, I rember she served pure at dumplings to two custors today,” Qi Rou suggested.
“Which one is Lin Ling?” Jiang Feng asked.
Qi Rou: …
With a ‘are you really our little boss?’ look, Qi Rou pointed at Lin Ling who was sitting by a table for two, eating a salad and watching a drama alone: “The one eating the leafy greens over there.”
Jiang Feng turned and walked towards Lin Ling.
“Lin Ling? Could I ask you sothing?” Jiang Feng approached her from behind.
Lin Ling took off her headphones, put down her chopsticks, stood up, and asked, “What is it, little boss?”
Jiang Feng: …
So the lobby staff actually all call that behind my back.
“Do you rember what the custors who ordered the pure at dumplings looked like this afternoon?” Jiang Feng asked.
“Appearance? Let think, I roughly rember three custors who ordered dumplings, two of whom were at the sa table. Those two from the sa table were both guys, looking to be in their twenties, one of them seed quite disheveled. Another is a young lady who ca to eat with a friend, she was saying to her friend when I served the dish that the dumplings looked just like the ones in a comic book,” Lin Ling said.
If it were just a comic book, it couldn’t have attracted so many custors.
Jiang Feng nodded as if he understood, “Do you rember who else has served dumplings to custors these days?”
“It would be Hu Li, she just told yesterday that the custors she served were crying terribly,” Lin Ling said.
“Thanks, where is Hu Li?” Jiang Feng asked.
“I think I saw her go out just now. How about this, little boss, you go ahead with your work, and I’ll call you when Hu Li cos back,” Lin Ling proposed.
“Okay,” Jiang Feng nodded.
Young people, both n and won, looking quite disheveled, have read comics.
Jiang Feng felt like he was playing a large-scale puzzle ga, needing to ask each NPC for key information and piecing it all together to deduce the outco.
What was the reason, after all?
Why did pure at dumplings suddenly beco so popular without any warning signs?
“What’s the matter, why do you suddenly look so worried?” Wu Minqi had just co down from the second floor when she saw Jiang Feng with a frown, deep in thought, staring at a pillar.
“I’m pondering why my pure at dumplings have suddenly been selling so well these past few days,” Jiang Feng said.
Wu Minqi: ???
Isn’t it good that they’re selling well?
Although Jiang Feng was her boyfriend, as a chef, she had to objectively say sothing.
Her boyfriend was great at everything except making dumplings. The pure at dumplings Jiang Feng made were so bad that even pigs would turn their noses up at them if they were dumped into a swill bucket.
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