Baiweilou.
The waiter stood at the door and started shouting.
"Baiweilou is launching new dishes. Enjoy a 20% discount on the first day, plus a free side dish."
A passerby, who had originally planned to eat at Taoranju across the street, decided to try their gourd chicken.
Hearing this, I was somewhat puzzled.
"Hey buddy, what's the new dish? Such a generous portion!"
The waiter enthusiastically said, "Baiweilou bought this family recipe from a country folk. It includes braised pork belly, braised pork hock, and a complimentary serving of pig's blood. The original price was 100 coins, but now it's only 80 coins."
This is a call to action.
Suddenly, Baiweilou was flooded with diners.
Baiweilou was already doing well, and the introduction of new dishes has brought even more customers.
Shopkeeper Tao stood silently on the second floor watching them.
Seeing the large crowd, I originally planned to go to their house, but I went there instead.
I was immediately annoyed.
"Go and find out... find out what dishes they've launched?"
Not long after.
The waiter rushed in.
"The shopkeeper said that Baiweilou recently launched braised pork and braised pork knuckle, and they'll give you a free serving of pig's blood."
Shopkeeper Tao was immediately startled.
"Did the Chen family sell the prescription to him?"
"Damn it. Those ungrateful Chen family members."
I was so depressed I almost vomited blood.
What a pity.
If I had offered them an extra ten or twenty taels, I don't know if I could have bought the prescription.
Shopkeeper Tao whispered, "Monkey, you go like this..."
He narrowed his eyes slightly and chuckled softly.
It just took a little more time, but he was confident that he could replicate his family's braised pork within three to five days.
It will soon be 7 PM.
After a busy day, the accounting clerk at Baiweilou Restaurant is calculating today's profits.
Not long after.
The accountant was in his forties, with slightly graying temples. He often frowned, fiddled with the abacus, and made several quick calculations before finally confirming the result with an excited expression.
"Manager, our business has brought in over two hundred taels of silver today, which is almost half more than usual."
Manager Jiang looked uneasy as he paced back and forth in the room.
He wasn't sure how much revenue the new dish would bring to the restaurant.
Hearing this, he immediately stopped.
"Is the increase in revenue due to the new dishes?"
The accountant chuckled and said, "Yes, most of our customers order a bowl of braised pork every time they come in. When I serve the dish, they all say it tastes really good."
Manager Jiang looked dazed. How long had it been?
How long has it been since Baiweilou has seen a scene like this?
He couldn't remember very clearly anymore.
He instructed the waiter beside him, "No unauthorized personnel are allowed in our kitchen."
This has happened many times before, with new recipes being leaked.
certainly.
This is an open secret in the restaurant industry.
It's all just you copying me, and me copying you.
What Manager Jiang is doing now is to prolong the time before the new dish recipe is leaked, so that Baiweilou can generate greater profits and reduce the losses from the leak.
Looking at the accountant busy calculating with his abacus, I frowned slightly. The cooks and waiters have signed strict confidentiality agreements, so why could they still leak the details of how they usually cook?
Could the problem not lie in the kitchen, but somewhere else—with other staff, the accountant, the purchasing agent, family members…?
Looking at the accountant, whose brow furrowed frequently, his hair disheveled, his withered fingers moving rapidly across the abacus beads, his back slightly hunched, and his yellowish eyes bloodshot, he gently patted him and said, "Old Mo, once you've finished calculating, go and rest. We're getting old; our bodies can't withstand such strain. I'm going back now..."
The accountant nodded, rubbed his sore eyes, and smiled, "I understand, thank you, manager."
At the same time.
Taoranju Main Hall.
Shopkeeper Tao looked at the amber-colored meat, took a bite, and found it smooth, tender, and fragrant.
He instructed, "Have the cook in the backyard taste it carefully, identify what ingredients were used, and replicate it in the shortest possible time."
For several busy hours, Manager Tao stayed in the restaurant, standing at the kitchen door watching the chefs argue fiercely.
"There are medicinal herbs inside. Yes, the smell is the same as the leaves that our manager got from the old woman in Chating Village last time."
Chef Hao, slightly overweight, frowned as he savored the food.
Another cook, Old Gu, nodded and said, "It should also be slightly spicy. I guess it contains red berries, the ones the shopkeeper bought last time, and a little sugar."
After trying for an hour or two, either the sugar was overcooked and tasted burnt and bitter, or the meat was stewed too mushy and lost its shape, making it look unappetizing; or a large amount of star anise and bay leaves were piled up inside, completely masking the fresh aroma of the meat.
Shopkeeper Tao craned his neck, paced back and forth, his hands behind his back, glancing at the sky every now and then.
Old Gu said helplessly, "Shopkeeper, give us some time, this dish is a bit complicated."
Shopkeeper Tao said impatiently, "Three days! You must completely replicate it within three days, or the cost of each piece of meat you ruin will be deducted from your monthly wages!"
"ah……"
Manager Tao glanced at the dark sky and decided not to go back. He decided to supervise these old guys to see if they were slacking off.
A waiter whispered to him, "Boss, he's here."
Shopkeeper Tao was slightly agitated and glanced around.
"Don't make a sound, take him to my room."
Inside the room.
The man, in his forties with slightly graying temples and a weary expression, said quietly, "Manager Tao, after this job, I plan to stop. The boss has been quite good to me."
Manager Tao reassured him, "What did you do wrong, sir? Don't put too much pressure on yourself. I dare say that there must be people from your Baiweilou restaurant in Taoranju Restaurant. Do you think your Manager Jiang is a good person?"
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