Chapter 149 Does it include meals?
During the few days Wen Min was hospitalized, An Fusheng revised the plan again. Not to mention the countless criticisms he received, the revised plan was more to An Fusheng's liking.
The day after Wen Min returned, An Fusheng went to see her again with the proposal.
The plan was quite thick, and it took Wen Min half an hour to read it.
“Fu Zai, tell me the truth, you actually want to work hard on your own out of friendship but don’t want to give up Xingchen Restaurant, right?”
In the previous version of the plan, An Fusheng wanted to re-register a restaurant with Xingchen Restaurant as an unlimited partner, taking the lead in the restaurant's operation, while Xingchen Restaurant would be a limited partner, bearing profits and losses according to its investment share, not participating in management decisions, but only supervising. This was clearly An Fusheng's way of wanting to go it alone but not letting go of Xingchen Restaurant, and taking Xingchen Restaurant along with him.
The current version of the partnership operation model looks the same as the previous version, but An Fusheng has adjusted the development direction of the new restaurant, shifting it from a regular restaurant to a community canteen and a senior citizens' canteen. The restaurant has taken on a welfare nature, and Xingchen Canteen, as a partner, is now crucial and no longer just an afterthought.
This adjustment did not fundamentally change An Fusheng's control over the restaurant's operation, but it was of great significance to the welfare home.
According to the first version of the plan, the main focus of the new hotel's development would be on the new hotel itself. The biggest profit for the Star Hotel would be to receive more dividends. However, the second version of the plan would bring greater honor to the welfare home in addition to more dividends, because its welfare nature is consistent with that of the Star Canteen. If it develops well, its success will make the Star Canteen's halo even more magnificent. An Fusheng believes that honor is more attractive to the owners behind the Star Canteen than money that goes directly into the national treasury.
Of course, An Fusheng wasn't just seeking fame and fortune for Xingchen; he also wanted to leverage Xingchen's welfare benefits to help the new hotel achieve steady and long-term success.
An Fusheng believed that compared to the first version where he dragged Xingchen along, the second version, where he and Xingchen moved forward hand in hand, was a better choice, and Wen Min should be happy. Unexpectedly, Wen Min saw through his deepest scheme at a glance.
It wasn't really scheming. An Fusheng wanted to make money, to give his younger siblings the best treatment, and to ensure their lives wouldn't be limited by their congenital defects. He also didn't want to be helpless when money could solve problems in the future. However, his feelings for the orphanage and Xingchen Canteen were equally genuine. Whether he was working alone or in partnership, he never thought of abandoning them.
“Aunt Wen, I’ve said before that protecting the welfare home with you isn’t just for you and your younger siblings. The welfare home is like home to me too. I want to register a new restaurant and run it myself to make money. My partnership with Xingchen is based on both affection and profit. Community canteens and senior citizen canteens are a promising direction for the future development of the catering industry. Perhaps I can register an ordinary restaurant on my own and slowly make it successful, but if I have the welfare nature of Xingchen Canteen as a stepping stone, it will definitely be twice as effective with half the effort.” An Fusheng scratched his head: “Perhaps my description is not accurate enough, but that’s the general idea. I want to work hand in hand with Xingchen Canteen to achieve a win-win situation.”
Wen Min breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. I was just worried that you couldn't let go of the orphanage and that it would become a burden to you."
An Fusheng: "Aunt Wen, I'm not as kind as you think."
His plans also contained many subtle calculations.
Wen Min smiled and said, "I didn't worry about you before. You knew what you wanted and had clear goals. Now you're foolishly only knowing how to give to others and not thinking about yourself. How can I not worry about you?"
An Fusheng felt that Wen Min was praising him, and his face flushed a little: "No, not really."
Wen Min: "He transferred all his money to me, saving up for his younger siblings' medical treatment. He wouldn't even buy himself a single piece of clothing, and he kept saying he didn't have any."
An Fusheng poured Wen Min a full glass of water as if to cover up his mistake, saying, "The doctor said you should drink more water."
Wen Min looked at him and laughed, "I haven't touched your money. If we open a new restaurant, we'll need to invest a lot more money. I'll transfer all your money back to you later."
An Fusheng chose to form a partnership rather than a limited liability company because he didn't have the money. Starting a company requires real cash investment, but a partnership can use labor as investment. So he could use his culinary skills as investment. However, Xingchen Restaurant's investment will probably be in the restaurant under construction. Opening a new restaurant does require money.
“Okay.” An Fusheng did not refuse.
"I'll keep this proposal here for now. Send me an electronic copy as well. I'll take it up and discuss it with my superiors in the next couple of days. Ultimately, the decision rests with the higher-ups, so I can't guarantee whether it will work out."
"I understand, thank you, Aunt Wen."
After finishing his work, An Fusheng left Wen Min's office in high spirits. When he got to the kitchen, he found Ji Qingqing there and immediately became alert: "Why are you here again?"
Ji Qingqing, munching on a sour plum, asked, "What's wrong? Can't I come? Is this your house?"
An Fusheng: "This is my home!"
Ji Qingqing: "Are you the head of the family?"
An Fusheng: "..."
Ji Qingqing: "Aunt Lou let me in, so why don't you kick me out?"
Unable to be driven away, An Fusheng could only walk past her to do his work.
Many of the vegetables I planted in the backyard a while ago are slowly growing. Chili peppers, green beans, melons and fruits need to be planted separately, and Anfusheng has already planted them when he has time. As for leafy vegetables, such as bok choy, spinach, rapeseed seedlings, and amaranth, they can be eaten from a young age. Anfusheng is too lazy to plant them separately, so he just eats them directly, otherwise they won't grow big.
Recently, Zhaolin went back to school to prepare for graduation, and since there was no one to help him pick vegetables, An Fusheng had to carry a vegetable basket to the backyard to pick vegetables himself.
The seedlings don't hold up well to cooking; a large basket can only yield a few servings. However, the customers love them. Fortunately, the garden is large enough and there are plenty of vegetables. An Fusheng has to pick several baskets every day, and when things get busy, the workload is quite substantial.
"Are you going to pick vegetables? I can help you," Ji Qingqing said.
An Fusheng: "No need."
Ji Qingqing: "I want to pick them."
An Fusheng: "No."
Ji Qingqing: "..."
If you don't want to give it, then don't! How stingy!
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Recently, Wen Xingrui started going to the hospital for rehabilitation treatment. Every day, he is coaxed to go out happily, but comes back crying loudly.
Last time he saw the doctor, the doctor told him to massage him at home as well. An Fusheng and Lou Lan both did it, but neither of them dared to use too much force. Wen Xingrui was tough and didn't cry. Sometimes he even thought they were playing with him and turned to smile at them. But when they got to the hospital, the doctors only cared about the results. Lou Lan said that in addition to the skin-peeling massage, Wen Xingrui also needed to do electroconvulsive therapy, acupuncture, sports training, and so on. In short, none of them were things that Wen Xingrui liked.
Wen Xingrui comes home heartbroken from the hospital every day and needs a good meal to comfort her. Today, when Wen Xingrui returned, An Fusheng was picking vegetables in the backyard, Wen Yue was busy preparing the dishes, and Ji Qingqing volunteered: "Sister will give you something delicious, okay?"
Wen Xingrui only cared about food, not people, and nodded while crying, "Okay."
"Then stop crying and help your sister with it."
Wen Xingrui climbed down from Lou's mother's arms.
Ji Qingqing: "How about I make you a little cake?"
Wen Xingrui: "Okay."
To make it easier for Wen Xingrui to help, Ji Qingqing found a small folding table and moved all the tools and ingredients for making the cakes onto it. Wen Xingrui sat on his special little stool, and the height of the table was just right for him to work on.
Ji Qingqing put disposable gloves on Wen Xingrui, then cracked two eggs into a bowl and told Wen Xingrui to grab the yolks and put them into another bowl.
Wen Xingrui was still sobbing, but the egg was too slippery and he couldn't hold it. So he was busy grabbing the egg and forgot to cry.
Ji Qingqing, having succeeded, chuckled and helped Wen Xingrui scoop out the egg yolk.
Put the egg whites in the freezer.
Ji Qingqing and Wen Xingrui added milk to the egg yolks together and stirred. After stirring evenly, they sifted flour into it and continued stirring. This stirring was like a trap for baby animals. Wen Xingrui completely forgot the grievances he suffered in the hospital and frantically argued while drooling.
Ji Qingqing wanted to wipe his drool, but by the time she found a tissue, Wen Xingrui's drool had already formed a line with the egg yolk paste in the bowl.
"It's okay, there's no problem with eating your own saliva."
Ji Qingqing calmly put down the tissue, went to the refrigerator to take out the egg whites and whipped them. Then she mixed the whipped egg whites with the egg yolk mixture. After mixing well, she put the batter into a plastic bag, cut a small hole in one corner of the bag, and together with Wen Xingrui, squeezed the batter into an electric griddle that had been brushed with a thin layer of oil.
Wen Xingrui watched as the paste he had squeezed in gradually solidified and then fluffed up again, his eyes sparkling.
"Does it smell good?" Ji Qingqing asked Wen Xingrui, squatting down beside him.
Wen Xingrui nodded with a smile.
"It'll be ready soon."
Ji Qingqing pressed the batter into a pancake shape, fried the bottom, then flipped it over to fry the other side.
Lou Lan brought over a smock for Wen Xingrui to change into, "Can't that lid also heat up? If you cover it up, you can fry both sides at once."
Ji Qingqing: "If we cover it up, Xingrui won't be able to see it."
Lou Lan nodded with a smile.
Lou Lan changed Wen Xingrui's smock, but Wen Xingrui kept his eyes glued to the cakes in the pot.
After changing her clothes, the cake was cooked. Ji Qingqing scooped out the cake and fanned it vigorously until it cooled down in a few minutes.
Wen Xingrui chuckled, amused by her exaggerated movements.
"It's ready, go ahead and eat." Ji Qingqing handed the warm cake to Wen Xingrui.
Wen Xingrui excitedly took it and took a big gulp.
Ji Qingqing's eyes lit up: "Is it delicious?"
Wen Xingrui: "Okay."
...
An Fusheng returned carrying a large basket of vegetables and saw Ji Qingqing and Wen Xingrui squatting on the ground, eating cake with their eyes half-closed. There were various tools in front of them. "Are you playing house?" he asked.
Ji Qingqing was immersed in her own cooking skills: "The texture is smooth and melts in your mouth. It's delicious. How can your cooking skills be so good? Maybe you'll become a culinary god and defeat your older brother in the future!"
Wen Xingrui nodded solemnly: "Okay."
An Fusheng was speechless for a moment, then thought of something, put down his shopping basket, and squatted down. "Ji Qingqing, can you cook?"
Ji Qingqing chewed on a cake cookie: "Nonsense, anyone can cook."
An Fusheng: "Are you currently unemployed?"
Ji Qingqing: "I don't have a job for now, but don't worry. If you're willing to be my husband, I can support you even without a job. As long as you're with me, I'll make sure you have a bowl of soup as well as a bowl of rice."
An Fusheng tried to ignore her teasing remarks, "Would you like to work at our restaurant?"
Ji Qingqing's eyes lit up with interest: "Work here? Does it include meals?"
An Fusheng nodded: "Bag."
Ji Qingqing: "Come on!"
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