Therefore, Lin Fu genuinely felt that with Lin Yiran's excellent qualities, there was no need to find a useless person who couldn't even kill a chicken to be the store manager.

With such a high salary, you could hire a C-level mental strength martial artist, and they would be more than willing. Plus, you could help maintain order in the shop.

Should we recruit him?

He felt it was unfair to Lin Yiran!

Lin Yiran didn't know what he was thinking, but she felt it must be related to his mental strength.

So she pulled out her trump card: "Actually, eating vegetables without berserk energy in my shop for a long time has helped your mental state. Maybe not much, and it won't restore you to your previous state, but combined with the calming medicine you've been taking, it can relieve the pain."

"Would you like to reconsider?"

"Besides, you're the person I chose. You can bring me something different, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen you, right? I wouldn't feel comfortable handing the shop over to someone else, Brother Lin, you don't need to underestimate yourself, okay? You can go back and think it over carefully. I'll wait for your reply."

"Oh, by the way, given the special nature of this ingredient, it's best not to publicize it yet," the last sentence was a word of advice.

Lin Fu realized that Lin Yiran was serious; otherwise, she wouldn't have told him about the special properties of the ingredients. Last time when he was unconscious, he thought those people really came to ask for the recipe, but he didn't expect they were asking for a way to remove the violent energy from the food!

What makes him so capable of knowing this secret?

What else is there to say? He wants to be the one, based solely on Lin Yiran's trust in him!

Lin Fu: "Alright, I'm willing to be the store manager. Thank you in advance for your trust, Miss Lin."

Lin Yiran: "It's okay, just call me 'little sister,' no need to be so polite as to call me Miss Lin. Oh, by the way, I might be a little lazy, so once the shop is on track, I'll hand it over to you to manage. Is that alright?"

Lin Fu shook his head: "No problem! Don't worry about leaving it to me. But how should we prepare these ingredients?"

These are all mutated plants; Miss Lin alone might...

Lin Yiran thought for a moment and said, "For now, I will still find the ingredients myself because our shop is not very big. So I plan to handle the ingredients myself. Also, the ingredients I process will be stored in the cold storage at the back, so we can take them out whenever we need them. If we need more, I will go and get more."

Lin Fu had a different opinion: "Actually, Miss Lin, oh no, I mean, little sister, you can totally have someone else collect the ingredients. Just post a few tasks at the Mercenary Guild. What we need for cooking are things that mercenaries don't want, and many people can easily bring them back. You don't need to pay too much. Even so, they're willing to bring them back..."

"Besides, these are all mutated plants and animals, and the Forest of Hope is fraught with danger. It would be too risky for a young girl like you to go in... or..."

Lin Yiran took a sip of the spicy hot pot soup and said, "I'll consider it once the shop is on track, but for now, I want to find the ingredients myself and practice my skills. I get itchy all over if I don't practice often; I'm the kind of person who can't sit still. That's all..."

Lin Fu: "Okay then, when can I start work?"

Lin Yiran: "Tomorrow, we'll officially open for business tomorrow. I'll tidy up a bit more tonight."

*

We had agreed to close the shop tonight to clean it up properly, but unexpectedly, customers came to our door on their own. They were the same people who used to like Lin Yiran's barbecue skewers.

They're all regular customers.

As soon as the door opened, the customers rushed towards her, something Lin Yiran hadn't expected.

They lined up in an orderly fashion, ordered their food, and prepared to receive their skewers. They even chatted with Lin Yiran when they got bored.

"Wow, Miss Lin, I haven't seen you at your stall for several days! You have no idea how much my little grandson has been nagging me to eat your skewers while you were gone. He's been nagging me every single day, it's driving me crazy! I've been to several barbecue restaurants, but none of them can make yours taste this good. It's so delicious!"

"Exactly, exactly. I don't think anyone in our interstellar space can replicate the taste of Miss Lin's grilled skewers. I was wondering why, even though we're using the same seasonings, the taste is so different."

Another middle-aged male customer with a baby face said: "It's different. Miss Lin uses more seasonings, and many of them are seasonings we've never seen before. That's the problem with the recipe. Miss Lin's recipe is good, which is why her dishes taste unique. I used to run a restaurant, and I've tried all the food in the Ninth Starry Sky. Hers is the best. Even the food in Zhenyao Pavilion can't compare!"

"Wow, really? Even the Zhenyao Pavilion can't compare?"

"Of course, but I can smell other kinds of food in Miss Lin's shop. It doesn't smell like barbecue, but it smells quite delicious. I wonder if you can smell it?"

The older woman next to me said, "Now that you mention it, I think I really do smell it, it really does smell quite nice?"

Lin Yiran smiled upon seeing this: "Oh, this flavor is a new dish I developed called Mala Tang. It comes in various flavors and is a new product. We plan to start selling it tomorrow. Today, I'll prepare the bone broth first, and this flavor is the taste of that broth."

The male customer asked, "What? A new product? Mala Tang? What is that? Do you have samples? Can I try it?" As a food enthusiast, Zhao Yu has an almost perfect sensitivity to food. He can't let go of anything he comes across; he has to try it.

Lin Yiran: "I'm sorry, I'm not ready today and can't sell it right now. Why don't you come back tomorrow?"

But Zhao Yu didn't want to give up: "Can I drink the soup? Can I have a sip of the soup? Just one sip!"

Lin Yiran was rendered speechless. Under the other party's extremely pleading gaze, she finally gave in and ran to the kitchen to fill several disposable cups with soup base made with boiling water.

As soon as the tray was taken out, Zhao Yu's eyes were fixed on the tray in Lin Yiran's hand, as if afraid that the tray would run away. He then took the tray and placed it on the table next to him, and picked up a cup of red soup and started drinking it.

I took a sip, and it tasted very sour, but it was quite unique!

"Is this made with tomatoes?"

This person seems to know a lot about food. Lin Yiran said, "It's made with tomatoes." Because ordinary people don't even get to eat tomatoes, but the other person could tell that the soup base was made with tomatoes after just one sip. He's no ordinary person.

"It's sweet and sour, and quite delicious."

Then he picked up another cup of bone broth.