Chapter 457: Domestic Flowers Are Not as Fragrant as Wild Flowers

Hong Yucheng responded quickly.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Hu. I trust you to handle the work. Your efficiency is truly amazing. You arranged the venue so quickly and perfectly. You are truly an expert in the industry."

Hu Yuan replied in a businesslike manner, "Mr. Hong, you're too polite. It's my honor to taste Master Su's cooking."

The two exchanged a few pleasantries about tomorrow's specific arrangements before ending the conversation.

Hong Yucheng immediately forwarded the restaurant address and various precautions sent by Hu Yuan to the user named "Carnivore" in the fan club, and asked him to inform Boss Su.

Su Chen was completely unaware of all the turmoil and farce in the outside world.

When he returned home, the cute cub rushed into his arms like a little cannonball, and then grabbed Su Chen's clothes and walked towards the dining table.

There were four dishes and one soup on the table, the bowls and plates were exquisite, and there were also various fruits.

"Nuonuo said that my husband loves to drink pork rib soup recently, so I specially asked him to stew five-fingered ginseng pork rib soup. It's so delicious."

It turns out this clever little guy has been secretly observing during meals lately. Although Su Chen ate each dish fairly evenly, Nuonuo had concluded from the subtle frequency of his picking up food that his father loved pork rib soup the most!

So she asked Butler Ding to make soup today.

Hehehe, she is so smart!

Nuonuo praised herself happily.

Su Chen was stunned when he heard this, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

I can’t describe the feeling in my heart, a mixture of sourness and warmth, and I suddenly forgot how to react.

Instead, Nuonuo enthusiastically pulled Su Chen to sit down, then climbed onto the chair opposite and watched him eat intently.

As soon as Su Chen finished a bowl of rice, Nuonuo's eyes lit up instantly. She quickly slid off the chair, took Su Chen's bowl and ran towards Aunt Wu.

"Aunt Wu, serve the rice."

Then he ran to Su Chen with a full bowl of rice and raised it above his head.

"Daddy, eat!"

Dad works very hard at the stall, so he must get some extra food.

Su Chen: ...

Actually, one bowl is enough.

But he took it anyway.

"Thank you, little darling."

When the bowl of rice was just finished, Su Chen saw Nuonuo making another move and hurriedly stopped him.

"Okay."

He was already full. "But you, little girl, why didn't you eat a bite?"

Nuonuo tilted her head, looking like she had finally gotten to the point, and blinked her bright almond eyes playfully, "Dad, can I have something else to eat?"

"Sure, Dad will make you whatever you want to eat."

Just as Su Chen was about to stand up and show his skills, Nuonuo pointed at the phone and said, "I want to order something here."

Of course, it’s not that the food dad cooked is not delicious, but I’m worried that he is too tired.

Su Chen rubbed his eyebrows.

Wow, it turns out the chef at home can’t compare to takeout, right?

The takeaway came quickly.

When the doorbell rang, Nuonuo jumped up from the sofa excitedly.

“Here I come!”

Before I could get off the sofa, a big hand pressed down on my head.

"Don't move."

Su Chen beside him stood up and calmed the restless kid.

Nuonuo had no choice but to sit in her original position and wait for him to come back.

Su Chen put the takeaway on the coffee table, turned around and saw Nuonuo staring at him with a longing look.

Like a puppy anxiously waiting for dinner.

Su Chen's mouth corners slightly raised, "Come and eat."

Nuonuo's eyes lit up, and she ran over quickly, attacking the table frantically.

"Hello, McDonald!"

"Nice Bunny Mi Bunny!"

"Dangdang, you smell so good..."

She swallowed, squinted her eyes happily, and chewed the fried chicken with relish.

Ouch...it's a swollen good time.

Su Chen: ...

It's really unbearable to look at. It turns out that domestic flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers.

How about you switch with those foodies out there who are waiting for me every day?

Thinking of this, Su Chen subconsciously picked up his mobile phone and took a look, but was almost blinded by the prompt message in the background.

When he clicked on the backstage of "Happiness at Home", the screen was full of reservation requests and messages sent by diners, which made him feel as if he had accidentally walked into an ancient government office, as if he saw a group of anxious people beating drums to complain.

Su Chen looked through the information carefully and found that there were not really thousands of people making reservations.

Those old diners who didn't get a spot were really unwilling to give up, so they sent requests repeatedly.

A rough estimate shows that each person sent an average of more than ten messages, and the content was very diverse.

"Boss Su, it's my grandfather's 80th birthday, and my whole family is looking forward to eating the braised pork you made! Please give me a chance!"

"I started waiting in line last week. I sit in front of my phone every day, not daring to blink, for fear of missing my appointment."

"I'm willing to pay double the price for just one reservation!"

"Boss Su, my girlfriend said she's going to break up with me if she can't eat your cooking..."

Looking at these messages, Su Chen couldn't help but feel fortunate that he reacted quickly enough.

When driving away from Song Qing's residential complex, he had a premonition that there would be a large number of appointment requests once the news spread.

Therefore, he set an order limit in the background in advance and only opened six places.

After all, my energy is limited. If the appointments come in droves, it won’t be suitable for anyone to take them all, and it’s impossible to take them all.

Based on the current booking volume, it may take more than a month to complete these orders.

Unless the system suddenly rewards some special ability like clone-splitting, it will not be able to cope with such a huge number of reservations.

However, that kind of magical ability is nothing to think about. After all, if you really learn the art of clones, it will not be as simple as simply coming to someone's house to cook.

Su Chen continued to check the background data and found that the six reservation spots had been sold out.

What surprised him was that the earliest appointment was scheduled for 8:30 tomorrow morning.

Usually few people would ask a chef to come to their home to cook so early.

He originally planned to contact the diners who had made reservations after waking up tomorrow, but after thinking about it, he decided that it would be better to figure it out first so as not to be too rushed tomorrow morning.

Su Chen clicked on the order that was scheduled for 8:30 tomorrow morning and sent a message to the other party: "Hello, I see that you have a reservation for service at 8:30 tomorrow morning. What is the specific address and dish requirements?"

After sending the message, he thought the other party might take some time to reply.

However, as soon as the message was sent, the other party replied almost immediately: "Wow! Is it the real Boss Su?!"

It was followed by three exclamation points and a bunch of emojis.

When Su Chen saw this, he suddenly felt three black lines appear on his forehead.

If it's not alive, is it dead?

That's a bit scary.

He typed back helplessly, "It's me. What's your exact address? And what would you like to eat?"

After a while, the other party immediately sent a location address.

Su Chen frowned slightly, feeling a little confused. How could it be a restaurant?

Before he could think about it, the other party sent him a long list of dish names like a machine gun.

"Boss Su, I want to eat spicy chicken, twice-cooked pork, rice-crusted pork slices, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, boiled fish, mapo tofu, husband and wife lung slices, Kung Pao chicken, and fish-flavored shredded pork."

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(End of this chapter)