Ding's Restaurant is very busy today, not only with students from Wutong University, but also with residents and faculty from the surrounding area. There is a hustle and bustle of people coming and going.
"Spicy diced chicken! Any more spicy diced chicken?!"
"One more serving of grilled hairtail fish!"
"I want some scrambled eggs with tomatoes!"
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The three members of the Lu family were overwhelmed by the lively atmosphere as they entered the house. Uncle Ding and Uncle Ding were helping in the kitchen, while Ding Ming, who was not as good at cooking, was helping in the front.
Qian Qing came forward and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Qian Qing."
"…Hello, hello."
Qian Qing smiled gently: "My mother said that she would welcome you today and come to my uncle's restaurant to show her cooking skills. I'm afraid the kitchen is still busy now, shall we sit down first?"
Lu Jiashou had long lost consciousness at this point, and Lu Jiayi was also trying very hard. Only Lu Jiaren was able to come out and say hello: "How can I be so embarrassed... where should we sit?"
Qian Qing pointed to the upper floor. Ever since a tenant moved out of Xiaodongmen, Uncle Ding had taken over the shop upstairs. He added a staircase in the middle and could use several rooms on the second floor to make large tables. The first floor was still mainly used for large hot pots.
Qian Qing took everyone upstairs and handed the menu to the Lu family members.
"My mom is a great cook, especially Sichuan cuisine. What would you like to order?"
Qian Qing knew from the other party's expressions that no business could be discussed before these people had eaten their fill.
When the dishes arrived, the aroma all over the table was simply dizzying.
The bright red beef brisket was served in a small clay pot. It was just off the fire and was still slowly bubbling. As soon as the lid was opened, the aroma began to spread. Ding Ming skillfully inserted a large spoon into the pot. Qian's mother had started to stew this pot of beef brisket this morning and stewed it for the whole morning. Whoever ordered it would be served in the small clay pot and processed again, and then served hot.
There weren't many people, and Qian Qing was originally thinking about how to explain it, but she saw Lu Jiashou just poke it with a chopstick. The beef brisket had been stewed for a long time and its color had turned brown. The salty and mellow taste awakened the taste buds as soon as it entered the mouth.
Lu Jiaren wanted to scold his brother, but his hands started to grab unconsciously.
There isn’t much beef brisket in a pot. If he doesn’t seize the opportunity, it will be his turn soon!
"...Comrade Qian, you should eat too." He simply called everyone over so that they could eat together, and it would not seem so embarrassing for them brothers and sisters.
Qian Qing: “…Okay.”
Well, maybe food is the only universal language, so let’s eat.
Lu Jiayi took a bite of beef brisket with a guilty conscience and couldn't stop eating. He even ran to the stairs and shouted, "Can you give us a pot of hand-rolled noodles?"
Ding Ming received instructions from his uncle Ding and knew that the people upstairs were his aunt's "investors", so he did not hesitate and directly served an enamel bowl of hand-rolled noodles.
Lu Jiayi picked up half a bowl for herself, grabbed two spoonfuls of beef brisket and soup with her spoon, poured them on the noodles, and was completely moved while eating.
"Mmmmm... That's exactly what it tastes like! I've been thinking about it for more than ten years while abroad."
When they were young, they and their siblings often went to a beef noodle restaurant that had a beef brisket noodle dish. Maybe the taste was different from this one, but the food in memory is always more touching.
Then Ding Ming brought up fried chicken with sauce and boiled pork slices. The fried chicken was made with the sauce made by Qian's mother herself, which was a compound sauce. Qian's mother listened to her little daughter's advice and adjusted the sauce that was originally added again and again to make a compound sauce directly.
With this compound sauce, you no longer need to add light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, rice vinegar and MSG when cooking. You can do it in one step.
The aroma of fried chicken with soy sauce is particularly overbearing. If the clay pot beef brisket has a fragrance that warms the stomach, then fried chicken with soy sauce is the flavor that will directly attract your greed.
The freshly killed chicken is soaked in blood, and the free-range chicken is fried raw. The chicken is firm, sauce-colored chicken nuggets, the skin is shiny, and it has a slightly spicy taste. Taking one bite at a time puts people into a state of mechanized eating.
The boiled pork slices were covered with a thick layer of minced garlic and poured with hot oil. The aroma of peppercorns and minced garlic mixed with the fragrance of the whole house without being suppressed at all.
Qian Qing looked at the Lu brothers and sisters with disdain. They first mixed noodles with beef brisket soup, then mixed noodles with fried chicken with sauce, and ordered a portion of rice to go with the boiled pork slices.
By the time Ding Ming brought up another dish of pickled fish, Qian Qing was already a little confused. She asked that the vegetarian dishes be ordered in small portions so as not to cause any harm to the person.
The meal left the Lu brothers and sisters so exhausted that they could not move. When Qian's mother came up, the three of them were each holding an enamel pot of tea.
Normally, they had eaten too much Western food, so they should drink some tea to wash off the grease after eating Chinese food, but...
There is still a seam in my stomach!
They didn't finish the bamboo shoots and tofu skin soup that Qian's mother had just prepared, and they felt extremely regretful.
Qian's mother prepared the meal according to Qian Qing's idea, but no matter when, it is always precious for a chef to see someone so satisfied with the meal he cooked.
It took Lu Jiaren a long time to regain his consciousness.
"Is this Comrade Hongjuan? Today's meal is so delicious!"
Qian's mother gladly accepted the compliment and got straight to the point: "What do you think of the boiled pork slices just now? That's made with the chili sauce from the factory."
Lu Jiaren thought of the spicy and fragrant boiled pork slices he had just eaten: "Delicious! Your cooking skills and sauce-making techniques are amazing!"
Originally, he came here to discuss cooperation with Qian's mother. With the chili sauce as a base, he knew that the chances of success this time were higher, so he was not stingy with his praise.
Qian Qing took over the conversation: "Comrade Lu, what do you think of fried chicken with soy sauce?"
Lu Jiaren likes the fried chicken with sauce the most. He just ate two big bowls with noodles and almost had a blockage in his throat. "It's so delicious! I wish I could cook like Comrade Hongjuan!"
This is absolutely true, they are here for inspection, and they are a bit sad that they won't be able to eat such delicious fried chicken with sauce when they return to Shanghai.
Qian Qing picked up a bottle of sauce from the small side table behind her and handed it to Lu Jiaren.
"Here, with this sauce, Comrade Lu can also make fried chicken with sauce at home."
An ordinary glass bottle, completely bare without even a label. It contained what looked like brown soy sauce, but upon closer inspection, it was less fluid than soy sauce and looked a bit sticky.
Lu Jiaren's mind moved: "Comrade Qian, this is..."
"Compound sauce, or you can call it red-roasted sauce. This is a new sauce developed by my mother. In addition to soy sauce, salt, oyster sauce, sugar, there are also some other spices that are ground into ingredients. Add them together to make compound sauce. With this, you only need to add the sauce once when cooking."
"Of course. The problem now is that we haven't tested the shelf life of the sauce, so we don't know how long it can be kept. My mom said it can be kept for half a year. You can find a professional to do some research to see if it can be kept for half a year."
The target market of this sauce is definitely not domestic. The things that Qianmu added are quite a lot. The cost of this bottle of sauce alone is more than three yuan.
Lu Jiaren is indeed a businessman. He immediately connected with Qian Qing's brain waves: "You mean... this sauce can be exported?"
Qian Qing nodded: "Yes, chili sauce alone cannot support a factory. You have seen my mother's craftsmanship, and there are many possibilities. This compound sauce is just a start, and we can make many more things in the future."
Lu Jiaren tapped the table with his fingers. He originally thought that since the brothers and sisters had invested in the project, they should be the ones to take the lead in this cooperation. But now it seems...
"Comrade Qian, what do you mean?"
Smart people don't need to say too much. The other party put up such a battle, not giving me a chance to breathe after I got off the train, and directly showed my power. It's easy to imagine that the other party will make demands.
Qian Qing likes dealing with people who are straightforward and clear-headed like this: "For the chili sauce produced by the manufacturer, we take 70% and you take 30%. For the compound sauce, we split it 50-50."
Chili sauce is now mainly sold in the domestic market, and Qian Qing cannot give up this part of the profits. Compound sauce is mainly sold in the foreign market, and at least in the next ten years, this sauce will go the foreign route, and the profit will be high. However, the downstream channels are completely dependent on each other.
Qian Qing doesn't mind sharing the profits, but she has to find the right balance.
"We want to take the lead in the production and operation of chili sauce, whether it is opening up channels or anything else. And..."
Qian Qing smiled slightly: "Hongjuan chili sauce will not be on the market for at least 30 years. You still have to help us build a chili planting base and set up the entire industrial chain."
This request is not only excessive, it is simply unthinkable.
Lu Jiashou originally wanted to stand up and say "ridiculous", but he ate too much, so he could only lean back in his chair and say "too much" with a red face.
Qian Qing certainly didn't want to bully others for fun, but handed the plan made by Wen Lan to Lu Jiaren.
Lu Jiaren's expression had originally changed due to Qian Qing's words, but after reading the plan, his expression returned to normal.
After a long silence, he said, "We still need to discuss the specific details."
The implication is that he accepted Qian Qing's statement.
Not to mention Lu Jiashou, even Lu Jiayi was shocked. When had she ever seen her brother get into trouble? In the past, her brother always got angry because of others! This time, he was persuaded by a pregnant woman.
Qian Qing calculated the time and found that the three siblings of the Lu family would be in Y City for about a week. Today was only the first day...
"I have booked the nearest guesthouse for you all. You can eat here in the next few days and just put the money on my account."
There are still several days left, so take your time.
Qian Qing went downstairs with a big belly. Qian's mother did it for a long time, but she just acted as a mascot. Lu Jiaren was interested in chatting with Qian's mother, but Qian's mother didn't mention anything except cooking.
Qian's mother knew that her daughter was trying her best to help her get the most benefits when she heard that she wanted to expand her business. However, she still felt distressed when she saw her daughter dealing with people with a big belly.
When she has finished her own business, she should learn a little. If she can't learn a lot, how can she learn a little?
Lu Jiashou started yelling only after the brothers and sisters arrived at the guesthouse.
"Brother, why did you agree to her?"
70% and 30% respectively, how much money can they make?
Lu Jiayi was smarter than his brother. Lu Jiaren changed his mind after reading the plan.
"Brother, what's written in the plan?"
Lu Jiaren looked towards the window of the guesthouse. Outside, the sky was already filled with sunset glow, and the hawkers' cries could be heard upstairs.
"Nothing much, just a plan. No, or more accurately, a vision."
That's right, what Qian Qing asked Wen Lan to do was more of a market survey than a plan, and it was data for the national market.
Qianmu's turnover in just less than a year was astonishing enough. And this was just the sales in one city; other places had not yet been expanded.
There are still many blank markets in many provinces and cities across the country. If they can occupy the market this time, it won’t be difficult to double their assets, or even increase them tenfold.
"Jiayi, Jiashou, it's the right time for us to return to our country this time."
After wandering abroad for so many years, how could I not have any concerns about the domestic market?
Before coming to Y City, they thought that Hongjuan Hot Sauce Factory was just an old woman who got lucky by chance. However, this confrontation made them realize that the credit was not from Hongjuan herself, but from the other party's daughter who came to the negotiation with a big belly.
I heard that he didn't even go to college, but he has such a keen sense of the market.
Lu Jiaren sighed and said that the young are really formidable.
However, it is great to have such a person as a partner, as it saves you trouble and communication is efficient.
"Tomorrow we will go to the hot sauce factory for inspection. I didn't expect that such a small city like Y would have such talents. My eyes widened when I went there."
Lu Jiayi thought of the clothing store she saw when she came out of Ding's restaurant just now, and her eyes turned: "Brother, you want to open a sauce factory, I'm not interested in this, can I make clothes?"
Her brother was right. The small city of Y actually had its own hidden talents. The clothes she had just seen in the store were in no way inferior to the styles she had seen abroad. The styles abroad were passionate and unrestrained. Although the clothes there were a little conservative, she still liked the elegant style.
"I'm going to poach some designers from the other side. Is it better for you to stay here and open a clothing factory with me?"
Lu Jiaren didn't know much about women's fashion, and didn't care what his younger sister said. As for the third child?
Let him be. The sauce factory is short of people now anyway, so he can slowly find a way out.
Qian Qing, who had no idea that she had been targeted before she even opened her mouth, followed Zhou Hao back to the oil field family compound. Qian Qing was in high spirits along the way.
She was not a genius, and although she looked calm, she was actually panicking inside, fearing that she would be too greedy and scare the person away again. Fortunately, the other party did not.
Zhou Hao couldn't help but hold her hand: "Stop jumping."
The older the month, the more worried he became.
In the past, I was looking forward to a young lady, but later I was terrified of the arrival of two naughty boys.
Now he is completely worried about how his wife will give birth...
He even went to the hospital and asked the doctor for detailed information. He was so upset that there were so many "possibilities" during childbirth.
His wife was carrying twins, which made childbirth doubly difficult.
Qian Qing had gotten used to Zhou Hao's recent suspiciousness and was not panicked at all. Strangely enough, the baby in her belly had been very well behaved recently, except for kicking when Zhou Hao was rubbing her belly, but otherwise it was so well behaved that it was speechless.
As soon as she entered the compound, Qian Qing saw an acquaintance.
Wan Zhenzhen and her mother were carrying the roofing rolls and two boxes of luggage, while her father was pulling a cart. The whole family was heading out.
Qian Qing couldn't help but stand at the door and watch. There were also a few women standing nearby, whispering to each other.
"They said they were divorced..."
"Really divorced? What about the child?"
"They said it was given to Wang Hua, but Wan Zhenzhen didn't suffer any loss. She got several thousand yuan!"
"I thought, her mother was so enthusiastic to come here to move things, so it must be profitable."
"That child is less than one year old, right? Can Wang Hua take care of him?"
"Why can't we do anything about it? Wang Hua has brought back the girl from outside, her name is Ah Zhen."
"Tsk tsk, it's just that he's a self-employed person. If he was a worker in our factory, he would have been fired by now."
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In the setting sun, Wan Zhenzhen walked with her head down, and the moment she raised her head, she saw Qian Qing's figure.
Anger, resentment, and resentment surged in my heart...
If it wasn't for Qian Qing, she wouldn't have married into Wang Hua's family. If she hadn't married Wang Hua, how could her life have ended up like this, being laughed at and unable to keep her child.
Now her son is with Wang Hua, and she has nothing but a few thousand yuan. As for Qian Qing, when she heard that she was pregnant with twins, Zhou Hao was still as devoted to her as he was in his previous life.
On what basis?
Why does everything in the world have to revolve around Qian Qing?
Why is she the center of the world? Why am I inferior to her in my previous life?
Wan Zhenzhen's eyes were full of burning anger. She had never felt so brave before.
Wan's mother also saw Qian Qing, but she didn't dare to come forward. She heard that Qian Qing was now a big factory manager, with stores and buildings. Even Qian's mother, who was timid back then, is now the female manager of a hot sauce factory. She is no longer someone they can afford to offend.
"Let's go." Pulling her own lost money, Wan's mother was not angry. She just felt that Wan was really ashamed that she couldn't hold Wang Hua's heart and let the wild woman outside seduce her.
Wan Zhenzhen shook off her mother's hand and walked straight towards Qian Qing.
Zhou Hao immediately straightened his body, with the veins on his arms faintly visible, waiting for Wan Zhenzhen to do something out of the ordinary so that he could hold her down.
Wan Zhenzhen stopped a few steps away from Qian Qing, her eyes full of hatred, as if she wanted to turn into a physical knife and stab Qian Qing.
"Qian Qing, are you proud?"