Wen Zhichao quickly found a young apprentice. Unlike Haichao, who was slightly overweight and had dark skin, this young apprentice was a thin young man. He was also short, and he was the kind of person who would be laughed at if he went out. It wasn't easy to get a job, especially since the boss was generous, so he cherished it. The boss asked him to look after the family photos. He ran over three times a day, worried that something might happen, which made Xia Ruzheng laugh and cry.
"Xu Hongwei is so enthusiastic that I'm a little overwhelmed. Others asked me if my business was so good that I hired a second employee."
Wen Zhichao also thought it was fun. It was a good thing that his employees took his words to heart. "It's okay. Just run more. That way I'll feel more at ease."
After teaching in the store for a few days, Wen Zhichao went to discuss business with the owner of the garment factory.
It was easy to reach an agreement; one wanted to buy, the other wanted to sell, so they hit it off. But Wen Zhichao didn't want to sell blue cloth shirts, nor did he want to sell the common Sachiko shirts. He wanted to sell some of his own clothes, the kind that would make people stop in their tracks at first sight.
Speaking of which, this is one of the disadvantages of small factories. Skilled workers prefer to work in state-owned factories. The technical workers in private factories are not as good as those in state-owned factories, and the channels for obtaining raw materials are not as wide. Therefore, it is still difficult to produce the effect that Wen Zhichao wants. This makes Wen Zhichao a little embarrassed, and he can only keep thinking of ways. In this way, others think that Wen Zhichao has opened a clothing factory by himself!
In this regard, Wen Zhichao privately told Xia Ruzheng that when conditions permit in the future, he really wants to open his own clothing factory. He can realize any ideas he has by himself without having to ask others for help.
Xia Ruzheng was ashamed. Is this really okay?
Xia Ruzheng strives to be the best she can be at her restaurant. Often, she feels worthless: her husband hates her, her children despise her, she has no friends, and she has no reason to live. Her only comfort is that her cooking is delicious; it feels like the only way she feels fulfilled. Even now, she has a loving family and a loving husband, but her passion for cooking remains unchanged. Xia Ruzheng's approach to food is profoundly different from others'. While others remain content with enjoying it, Xia Ruzheng has already reached the stage of respect.
Therefore, Xia Ruzheng not only does not waste food, but is also very careful when preparing food, not to mention hygiene.
Although the country's supervision of the catering market is still a bit behind, it does not mean that it does not exist, so there are still people who come back to inspect the hygiene of restaurants.
At noon that day, two men in blue cloth Zhongshan suits came in.
Xia Ruzheng knew who this person was at first sight. He must be a public official!
"What would you two like to eat?"
Sitting down at the table directly means that you don’t want to eat fast food.
The two of them stretched their heads to look around and asked, "What special dishes do you have?"
Xia Ruzheng felt a little strange, but as the boss, he remained calm and said, "That's too much. You two are locals, right? How about some local dishes?"
"Do you have rice noodle rolls?"
“That’s not the case…”
"Then could you please recommend two, Madam Boss?"
Xia Ruzheng secretly assessed the two people's income and said, "You two have worked so hard for so long, how about something a little better? How about Shacha beef? Paired with a scrambled egg and golden tofu, it's very nutritious."
The two men looked at each other and thought that the food was indeed quite good and the price was acceptable. Three dishes were enough for two grown men to eat.
"Then let's do as the boss lady says!"
Xia Ruzheng agreed and said, "Then I'll get busy. You guys wait for a moment and have a glass of water."
Xia Ruzheng went to cook, and the two of them didn't sit down either. One went to watch Haichao sell lunch boxes, and the other walked around the store.
Haichao thought these two people were very strange. He had never met such guests before. However, he had been instilled with the idea that everything should be based on the guests. As long as their requests and behaviors were not excessive, he could not do anything to them. So Haichao could only control his temper and continue to work.
Who knew that the man would start chatting with the people who were having dinner.
The other one staggered to the kitchen door. Xia Ruzheng looked up and saw a figure. He was startled and said, "Are you waiting impatiently? Don't worry, the scrambled eggs will be ready soon."
The man looked around the kitchen. The walls had been painted this year, making it look bright. All the utensils seemed to reflect light. The vegetables were neatly cut and placed in baskets on the shelves, making them easy to see. The floor wasn't dark, just a little damp.
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