Chapter 133: Talking and Laughing
"Uncle Wang, good morning!" Wen Miao greeted Uncle Wang with a curled lip.
"Good morning, young master, A Miao!" Uncle Wang's eyes paused and he looked at the scallion cake on the table, which instantly softened.
"It's still early today, Uncle Wang, please eat first!" Wen Miao said as he put down a plate of kimchi.
"Here, chopsticks." Wen Shuzhou pursed his lips and stuffed the chopsticks into Uncle Wang's hand.
"Oh, that's great." Uncle Wang drank a mouthful of porridge, squinted his eyes and enjoyed the current atmosphere very much.
"If you're interested, come often." Wen Miao invited enthusiastically and sincerely.
"Okay, as long as you don't mind me being an old man." Uncle Wang said jokingly.
"How could that be? Uncle Wang is still young!" Wen Miao handed a rolled scallion cake to Uncle Wang.
"It's delicious, A'miao. I heard that you and the young master opened a restaurant together?" Uncle Wang said with a slight movement in his eyes after taking a bite of the cake.
"Yeah." Wen Miao nodded.
"That's great! It would be a shame if you didn't open a restaurant with your cooking skills!" Uncle Wang gave affirmation and praise.
"Uncle Wang is right. A Miao cooks delicious food. We are all lucky people." Wen Shuzhou said while holding a small pickle.
"Yes, we are in for a treat!" Uncle Wang's eyes and brows were filled with smiles as he spoke.
...After breakfast, Wen Shuzhou and Uncle Wang went out. Wen Miao answered a phone call, turned on the computer and started to get busy.
In the morning, Wen Miao had just closed his computer when Wen Shuzhou called and said that he wanted to have some home-cooked meals and asked if his children had time to come to the company.
"Sure." After hanging up the phone, Wen Miao started preparing food!
After opening the refrigerator and looking at the ingredients, Wen Miao planned four dishes: green beans and eggplant, fried pork, pot-fried tofu, and braised potatoes!
I cooked vegetables while the rice was simmering. At about 11 o'clock, I packed the rice and the food and drove to Wen's Group. Since Wen Miao was a familiar face, I went straight to Wen Shuzhou's office.
Fearing that some people might not be full, Wen Miao brought four servings. This time Yan Feng also got some. After taking a bite, Yan Feng felt a little regretful that he had not had a meal next to the president before.
"Is it delicious, Yan Feng?" Uncle Wang looked at Yan Feng and asked deliberately.
"Delicious." Yan Feng took a mouthful of rice, his eyes full of praise.
"If our restaurant downstairs had this skill, it would be packed every time."
"Hey, you're right, A Miao is really going to open a restaurant. It's on Central Avenue, not far from here!" Uncle Wang announced with great enthusiasm.
"Really? That's good, but I don't know how it is positioned?" Yan Feng said anxiously.
If the target audience is too high, he may have to consider it. After all, most working people look glamorous on the outside, but their lives are not very easy in private. His salary is not low, but he has a mortgage and a car loan, and he has to weigh his money.
"I'm just an ordinary person, and the restaurant should be positioned according to the consumption needs of ordinary people." Wen Miao smiled faintly.
"A Miao, Central Avenue is a place where every inch of land is valuable. Are you really not planning to go the high-end route?" When Wen Miao said this, even Uncle Wang was shocked.
"I'm not planning on that. There are a lot of high-end restaurants now, but there are only a few rich people in life, while ordinary people are a large consumer group. The reasonable prices of dishes are there. I believe that as long as we open the store, business will not be bad!" Wen Miaoyan said with a smile.
"I agree with what A Miao said!" Wen Shuzhou agreed.