“Because I really wasn’t wearing a camera, I’m serious.” Jiang Qingwan sighed and rubbed her forehead.
Jiang Qingwan was exhausted from proving herself after facing numerous questions in just one morning.
"Oh? Really? You have to pay before you can cook." The waiter was still a bit skeptical, reminding Jiang Qingwan that she needed to pay first.
"Place your order now, and I can pay immediately," Jiang Qingwan said, pointing to the cashier counter a little further inside the lobby.
"Okay, you can confirm it now. No refunds or exchanges." The waiter still had doubts about Jiang Qingwan, fearing that she might be an internet celebrity blogger who deliberately filmed prank videos.
“No problem.” Jiang Qingwan nodded.
"Come with me." The waiter led Jiang Qingwan to the cashier.
The cashier had been curiously watching, and when she saw the two people walking towards her, she quickly turned her head toward the computer and straightened her posture.
"Place an order for this lady: 200 servings of braised pork, 100 servings of her signature dish, and 50 other dishes." The waiter remembered clearly and relayed the order to Jiang Qingwan.
"?" The cashier didn't speak, remaining silent for a long time, just staring blankly at Jiang Qingwan, expressing her confusion with her facial expression.
"Stop looking, just place your order. I've checked it several times." The waiter wasn't as shocked as before.
"Is there 100 servings of this signature dish in total, or 100 servings of each dish? And what about the 50 servings option?" the cashier asked to confirm.
As soon as the cashier finished speaking, Jiang Qingwan chimed in.
"It's 100 servings of each item, or 50 servings of each item, not the total. Delivery to your door."
"Okay." The cashier glanced at Jiang Qingwan and then at the waiter, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two. Neither of them spoke up to withdraw the order.
The cashier looked down at her computer, placed an order for food, selected takeout, and generated the payment price.
The cashier moved the monitor that was facing her so that it was now facing Jiang Qingwan, pointed at the screen, and said, "There are a total of 200 servings of braised pork, 1200 signature dishes, and 1500 other dishes. The total price is 255,200 yuan."
"Okay." Jiang Qingwan showed the payment interface that had already been brought up to the waiter.
The waiter scanned the code with the machine, and the transaction was successful.
A person wearing a white hat and an apron around their neck hurriedly ran over from a small cubicle that was marked "Kitchen Area, No Guests Allowed".
He called out anxiously, "Sister, is there something wrong with your POS system? Check it quickly! Don't charge the wrong amount or you'll get a scolding from the boss."
"No, no, that's the quantity I ordered." The cashier was secretly pleased, putting herself in the shoes of the waiter who had just called her to place the order.
This sudden, startling reaction has a somewhat comedic effect.
"You placing the order is fine, but have you considered that even if we shovel the food until it's smoking, we still won't be able to finish it today!" The chef clenched one fist and quickly slapped the other palm, stomped his foot, and sighed.
"It's alright, just keep doing it. You can finish it in three days, right?" Jiang Qingwan asked.
"I don't know either. I'll go inside and ask my master." He wasn't the head chef, so he couldn't give a definite answer.
After the chef finished speaking, he quickly shuffled back to the kitchen.
The waiter, the cashier, and Jiang Qingwan stood together at the cashier's counter, like three telephone poles, waiting for a reply.
"Here it comes." It was the same chef from before.
The head chef is probably busy cooking and doesn't have time to come out.
"My master chef said it's probably possible, but he's not entirely sure. We'll try our best," the chef gave a fairly satisfactory answer.
“Okay, no problem.” Jiang Qingwan nodded.
"Oh, right, there's one more thing. If we don't have all the ingredients for some dishes, could we substitute them with similar ingredients?" The chef asked the customer in advance, just in case the customer was dissatisfied after a substitute was made due to stock shortage.
"As long as it tastes good. Don't just try to please me. I can make a few minor changes." Jiang Qingwan felt that as long as the food tasted satisfactory, nothing else mattered.
"Okay. Thank you." The chef breathed a sigh of relief; otherwise, he would have had to carefully calculate the amount of vegetables he needed to buy at the market.
"Let's add each other on WeChat. Who should I add?" Jiang Qingwan asked.
"Add her," the waiter said, pointing to the cashier. "She's the owner's sister; she usually works here. She's easier to contact."
"Then it's her."
Jiang Qingwan and the cashier exchanged contact information.
"I'll send you the address on my phone later. Please try to deliver it while it's still warm, but if that's not possible, it's okay. Just make sure it doesn't spoil."
"How about this, we'll deliver every two or three hours, and contact you before delivery," the chef suggested after estimating the food preparation speed.
"Okay. It's settled then. Delivery to your door." Jiang Qingwan sent her rental address.
"Okay." The three nodded in unison.
"I'm leaving now, I'm going to take a stroll around the neighborhood." Jiang Qingwan politely said goodbye and left the private restaurant recommended by the driver.
Jiang Qingwan suddenly craved braised food and grilled skewers.
How can life be complete without gathering with a few close friends, enjoying the breeze by the roadside, and eating some skewers!
Beer and braised snacks, whether vegetarian or meat-based, make for a delightful late-night snack.
Jiang Qingwan walked east along the street and saw the first shop selling braised food.
"Boss, do you sell braising liquid?" Jiang Qingwan was craving a pot of braising liquid; she figured there wouldn't be any old shops left to carry on the tradition after the apocalypse.
When they fled, there was no time to take this large bucket of brine with them.
Unless, by chance, the owner of a braised food shop has awakened a spatial ability, or rather, possesses a spatial artifact.
"Go away, little girl, why do you want to buy braised pork trotters right away?" The old woman, who was bending down to scoop a big pig's trotter from the braising pot, curled her lips in disgust.
The mother-in-law placed the pig's trotters on the cutting board, took a sharp bone knife, and cut them into portions along the grain.
"Just kidding. I was just joking." Jiang Qingwan knew that this kind of thing was usually inherited.
"Boss, your braised food is truly authentic. I'm a regular customer." A customer next to me took the chopped pig's trotters that the old lady had taken out and gave her a thumbs up.
"That's right, we've been selling them for many years," the mother-in-law said proudly, then turned to look at Jiang Qingwan: "What do you want to buy? The menu is stuck on my head."
Jiang Qingwan looked up and glanced at it. On the red background cloth were several lines of white text.
Pork, beef, chicken, duck, seafood, soy products, vegetables, and mushrooms.
All kinds of parts are available, such as pork, which is divided into pig's head meat, pig's ears, pig's trotters, pig's tongue, pig's knuckle, ribs and so on.
It's really complete.
Children make choices; adults need everything.
Jiang Qingwan grinned, sensing that she was about to be mistaken for a troublemaker again.
"I'll buy all the goods you have here today!" Jiang Qingwan said boldly and generously.
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