Transmigrating: I Own a Small Restaurant

Liu Qinghuan rarely transmigrated, even more rarely inherited a small restaurant, and even more, incredibly, the small restaurant came with a task system!

Completing tasks earns rewards, lead...

Chapter 22 Opening (3)

Under Liu Qinghuan's coordination, the dishes were served one by one. Liu Qinghuan was sometimes a cook and sometimes a waiter, and was exhausted. Fortunately, after the first wave was over, it was not so busy anymore, and Liu Qinghuan finally had time to relax and take a breath.

In a short while, a fragrant smell came from the backyard, and everyone in the restaurant couldn't help but drool.

"Boss, what kind of dishes are we cooking in the back?"

"This should be our stir-fried pork. It will be cooked quickly and will be served soon. Don't be impatient, sir." Liu Qinghuan smiled and looked at the expressions of the guests, feeling relieved.

Those who ordered the stir-fried pork were secretly glad that their dishes would be served soon. Those who didn't order started thinking about adding another dish, after all, the taste was so good that you couldn't even get it at Yuncheng's best restaurant, Huicuilou.

"Each of our dishes has its own unique characteristics. Please order according to your appetite to avoid excessive food waste."

Wow, there really are stores that are not doing this for profit, and they are still advising people not to order too much.

Liu Qinghuan stood at the counter, chatting with the people below from time to time. Everyone smelled the fragrance and was in a good mood.

"The fried eggs with leeks are here." Tian Rong brought a tray with golden fried eggs with leeks on it. The aroma in the lobby changed from the fried meat to the aroma of leeks.

Suddenly everyone's eyes were fixed on Tian Rong's hands.

Otherwise, how can people open a restaurant?

Even home-cooked meals are so tempting.

"Table number two, your scrambled eggs with chives."

"Table number five, yours is scrambled eggs with chives."

After the dishes were served, Tian Rong hurried back to get the stir-fried pork. Every time he came out, everyone's eyes were on him. Those who waited for the dishes to be served would immediately pick up their chopsticks and start eating with relish, while those who didn't wait would see him off with disappointment.

Liu Qinghuan respected these people as a group of foodies.

After a long while of busy work, there were always guests coming and going. Especially after the fire was lit, the aroma of rice spread outside, and anyone passing by with a few copper coins in their pockets wanted to come in and taste it.

"Boss, there are fewer people now. You can go to the back and have something to eat. I'll watch over the front." After Tian Rong served a dish and saw that no customers came in, he went to the counter and asked Liu Qinghuan to eat something.

"I'm fine. I've been sitting here without moving much. But you and Yu Niang, take a rest."

Liu Qinghuan really wasn't tired at all. He had been counting the silver and money for the whole afternoon and had filled up several pages in his account book. How could he feel tired or hungry?

Tian Rong couldn't help but laugh when he saw that his boss looked like he was obsessed with money.

The restaurant business is good and he is happy.

"Then I'll go over and be back soon. Call me if you need anything."

"Alright, alright, go ahead," Liu Qinghuan suddenly remembered. There was another Ye Heng upstairs. He must have gone crazy after smelling the delicious food all afternoon and not being able to eat it. He hurriedly called Tian Rong, "Ask Yu Niang to cook a few more dishes and take them upstairs to my cousin. It's in the room at the very back on the right. He eats a lot, so he needs to serve the rice in a bowl."

Tian Rong: ???

Basin? Boss, what do you have?

Liu Qinghuan pretended not to notice Tian Rong's surprised look and lowered his head to settle the accounts.

Ye Heng was also very sad in the room.

Has Qinghuan forgotten him?

I'm a little hungry, what to do...

“Knock, knock.”

Ye Heng waited and waited, and finally the door rang.

"Master, the boss asked me to bring you food."

Ye Heng's face darkened.

He actually needs someone else to bring him food!

So angry!

Tian Rong greeted him and came in, carrying a lunch box containing two meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, and a bowl of rice to the table. "Master, I'll be downstairs first. I'll be back to clear the plates later."

Although Ye Heng was very angry, he still got out of bed and ate everything up for the sake of the food.