Chapter 112 Song Wusao
"Let's go, we'll go to the mission hall to talk and sign the contract." Yun Qimu said something to Yun's father and Yun Xiaoyu, then opened the fence door and walked out.
Wu Xingyu moved closer to her, and then closer, until there was only a finger's gap between him and Yun Qimu's shoulder. He stopped regretfully and walked side by side with her.
Yun Qimu turned her head and glanced at him as if she had noticed something. At such a close distance, she could clearly see Wu Xingyu's soft black hair draped over her shoulders, each strand clearly visible and with a cool fragrance.
You can also see the flawless and pore-free skin on his beautiful face.
Further down, he buttoned up his big black cotton-padded jacket to the top, revealing a small part of his white and sexy throat. His Adam's apple rolled, making this man look even more charming and handsome.
Yun Qimu swallowed her saliva. Since he was so handsome, she didn't mind him being so close to her and taking advantage of her luck.
Then she casually took out a plate of pumpkin pie from the storage compartment, took one for herself, and passed the plate in Wu Xingyu's direction, "Pumpkin pie, do you want some?"
Wu Xingyu's eyes flashed with surprise, "You have flour?"
"Well, little Yun Xiaoyu drew these from a treasure chest. I exchanged them with Mr. Mo for a pumpkin this morning and made dozens of them."
Yun Qimu continued while eating, "Do you want it? It tastes good. If you don't want it, I'll take it back."
"Yes." Wu Xingyu quickly held her hand, took one from the plate and put it in his mouth.
It is soft and sticky when you take a bite, but not sticky to your teeth. The sweet taste is wonderful, and a sense of satisfaction comes with it.
Wu Xingyu put on a satisfied smile on his face, put the remaining half directly into his mouth, chewed it for a few times, and then swallowed it with a reluctant look.
Yun Qimu looked at his softened facial features and knew that this man must have been won over by the taste of pumpkin pie. Her eyes curved, "If you want to eat more, eat more. I can still afford to treat our partners to some pumpkin pie."
Wu Xingyu's eyes lit up, and then he nodded modestly, "Thank you."
Then he continued to reach out to the pumpkins on the plate, one, two, three, and in the blink of an eye, all eight pumpkin pie in the plate were in Wu Xingyu's stomach.
There was a slight embarrassment on his handsome face, but fortunately he had already arrived at the mission hall.
"The cost of opening a restaurant is 5 million spirit coins. I won't take any kickbacks or price difference from it, so I want a 50-50 split of the profits." Yun Qimu put away the empty plate, and immediately put on the gentle smile of hello to each other among friends. His face showed the posture of a profiteer who was discussing business, and he opened his mouth loudly.
Wu Xingyu, who was still immersed in the soft and sticky pumpkin pie, was stunned. He never expected her expression to change so quickly.
But he rarely resorted to his usual sharp-tongued negotiation skills, and instead raised a serious question, "Five million is not a small sum. It's unreasonable to ask for a 50-50 split when you didn't contribute much."
Yun Qimu was very confident. "How is it unreasonable? I'm the village chief. Just because I sold this restaurant, I have a reasonable reason to share its profits. For example, I only paid the salary for the clothing store and didn't even give Delis a share of the profits."
It means that if we split the bill 50-50, it's still cheaper for you.
Seeing her burning eyes and determined look, Wu Xingyu was silent for a few seconds and decided to put this issue aside for the time being and discuss the restaurant staffing issue first.
"I think the restaurant staff only needs one chef at this stage. What do you think?"
Yun Qimu raised an eyebrow in tacit agreement, but didn't bring up the profit-sharing issue again. Instead, he nodded in agreement, "I think so too. You can put the other staff aside for now. Business will be slow right after the opening anyway, so one chef is enough. My neighbor Tang En is quite skilled, and you guys use him to help you cook every day. You can hire him as the chef."
Wu Xingyu's handsome black eyebrows furrowed, his thin chin raised in a haughty manner, and he said dissatisfiedly, "He only knows how to cook those few dishes."
I can’t even make pumpkin soup. I don’t even add sugar and it’s not sweet at all.
Yun Qimu: "Because there are fewer ingredients to cook now, so you can't blame him for the same few dishes coming and going."
Wu Xingyu was still dissatisfied, "But a real chef can make eighteen dishes with one ingredient, he only knows two."
Yunqimu's face turned stern. "Then where do you think we can find another chef? This doesn't work, and that doesn't work."
This man is really difficult to deal with. He doesn't even look at where we are now. There are not many villagers here, but he still wants a chef who can make eighteen dishes with one ingredient. He is dreaming.
As if she knew she was being disliked, Wu Xingyu pursed her lips, a sullen expression on her beautiful face. Finally, she decided to use her ultimate move, "But we can't offer him too high a salary. He's an A-level water-type psychic, and he can earn much more fighting monsters than working in a restaurant."
This reason was too real, and Yun Qimu couldn't refute it.
She touched her nose awkwardly. It was true. Tang En was quite capable, and he wasn't a poor guy like Wu Xingyu. The money he earned from opening a treasure chest every day was probably higher than the salary offered by their restaurant. Then why would he come to their restaurant to be a chef?
This logic theory is indeed correct.
So the question is, can a restaurant still be called a restaurant without a chef?
Silence hung between the two of them.
Suddenly, Yun Qimu moved as if she had sensed something. She reached out and took out a card from the space storage compartment.
It was the first card she drew - Nuwa making humans out of clay.
At this moment, the card was emitting golden light. Yun Qimu looked up and saw that the picture of Nuwa making clay figurines on the front had disappeared. Instead, there was a middle-aged woman wearing coarse linen clothes. She had rolled up her sleeves and was wearing a blue apron. She had a kind smile on her face, and had a mature charm. Her facial features also showed the beauty of her youth.
In addition, she was holding a plate of delicious fish soup in her hand, and the delicious aroma seemed to be wafting out of the cards.
Take another look, and lines of characters will appear.
[Song Wusao]
Character level: E
Character's specialty: cooking, especially making fish soup, known as the "Master of Fish Chop"
Hiring price: 10 spirit coins per day
It’s the same price as the smart hosting in the mission hall, which is really cheap.
Yun Qimu's eyes lit up with excitement. "The chef you mentioned is here. She's best at making fish soup. Maybe she can make hundreds of different dishes with just fish."
Wu Xingyu raised his head and looked curiously at the thing in her hand, "Is this a card?"
"Yes, it's called Nuwa making people out of clay, and you can hire the random characters that appear on it." Yun Qimu didn't hide it, winked at Wu Xingyu and smiled.
Wu Xingyu's eyes gleamed with envy, "This card's skill is amazing, I want one too."
Yun Qimu said, "That won't work. I got this from a treasure chest. If you want to draw it yourself."
Non-chief Wu Xingyu: "."
It’s a bit heartbreaking!
Good night, good night~
(End of this chapter)
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