Chapter 337 The restaurant chef's cooking is terrible.
"What if I said that these fruits don't have transportation costs, and only require an additional 50 cents for the gift box within the normal market price range?" Cen Yan asked with a smile.
Chen Xiaozhu readily agreed, "I'll definitely take care of the fruit sales for you! If I fail, I'll answer to you with my head!"
"Okay, if you can really help me solve this sales problem, I'll give you 10% of the profits as a service fee."
Cen Yan was not stingy; she knew that there were no eternal friends in this world, but there were eternal interests.
If you offer enough benefits, Dai Duo and Chen Xiaozhu can become her right-hand men. Conversely, even if they are your own brothers, they won't do things for you for free.
With the sales of the space fruit showing promise, Cen Yan felt refreshed and, after a short rest, began the second round of sampling inspections.
She was busy until nightfall when she remembered that she had made an appointment with Qi Jingchuan to go to the movies together. She quickly asked Dai Duo for the key to the house so she could come and pick up the goods. She also agreed on a time to settle the final payment before hurriedly leaving.
Back at the guesthouse, Qi Jingchuan was already sitting in the room waiting for him. His handsome face was slightly tense, and there was cold food on the table in front of him.
"Where did you go?" Hearing the noise, Qi Jingchuan looked up and asked calmly.
Cen Yan thought for a moment: "You go buy the tickets. I was feeling bored in the room, so I went downstairs to chat with someone, hehe..."
"Chatting for more than three hours?"
“(⊙o⊙)…Uh? Well…”
"Alright, come and eat." Qi Jingchuan had no intention of restricting or spying on Cen Yan's freedom; he only needed to know that his wife was safe and sound, and that was enough.
Cen Yan quickly sat down, "The food is all cold, how can we eat it?"
"Just blanch it in hot water and it's ready to eat."
Qi Jingchuan took the kettle and the basin in the room, filled them with steaming water, and then put the aluminum lunchbox in to scald it for about five minutes. Although the food in the box was no longer as hot as when it was freshly cooked, it had regained its warmth and was ready to eat.
Cen Yan and Qi Jingchuan each had a boxed lunch with two dishes in front of them: one box of chicken stew with mushrooms and the other of stir-fried water bamboo shoots. Both were quite delicious.
"The state-run restaurants in Lancheng taste much better than the state-run restaurants on Dongming Island. The food you brought back at first was not bad, but later it became unpalatable. If it weren't for today's comparison, I wouldn't even remember how bad the food at the restaurants on Dongming Island was."
Cen Yan had stuffed her mouth with food and sighed with satisfaction, unaware that the man's long, slender hand holding the chopsticks suddenly stopped abruptly.
"Is it hard to eat?" Qi Jingchuan asked casually.
Cen Yan nodded: "That's right! Didn't I tell you before that I'm not going to be a good wife and mother, and I certainly won't cook or do housework? But since then, which meal in our family hasn't I cooked myself? It's just that the food is so bad that every time you bring it home, I feel a little sorry for you wasting money, but I'm also afraid that if I say it directly, I'll let you down."
"It shouldn't taste particularly bad, right?" Qi Jingchuan said, frowning. "It's not so bad that it's unpalatable."
"How could there not be? My sense of taste is very sharp. The three or five meals you brought back after that were either too salty, or there was no salt at all, or you mixed up the salt and sugar. You even used crab and mung beans to make soup."
"Don't they know that these two things together are both cold in nature and will cause diarrhea if eaten? That's why I decided to cook for myself. I'd rather be tired every day than entrust my life to a chef like that."
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