Cui Mingyue was very satisfied with the meal.
In the words of Cui Mingyue's grandfather, Cui Shengguo, their family had been cooks for three generations, but in Cui Mingyue's generation, all she had was a good mouth to eat; she hadn't inherited any of the Cui family's culinary skills.
The Cui family has a reputation in the culinary world of Beijing. The Cui family restaurant has many apprentices, and the apprentices trained by Cui Shengguo are all outstanding figures.
Cui Shengguo's "Roasted Pork Feast," which he developed in his early years, consists of eighteen dishes, each one exquisite, and many people would fight tooth and nail to get a taste of it.
Some people refer to the Li family's Jade Banquet, the Guan family's Vegetarian Banquet, and the Cui family's Roasted Pork Banquet as the "Three Banquets of the Capital," claiming that once you've tasted the flavors of these three banquets, you'll never crave any other delicacies in the world.
Unfortunately, the old man is getting on in years and has been secluded in the past two years to study culinary arts, so such exquisite flavors are hard to find nowadays.
"This restaurant is really good. The chef's skills can't be perfected in less than a few decades. In particular, the ingredients here are just as good as the quality of our Cui Family Restaurant's ingredients. No, you could say they are even better. The only downside today is the preserved egg tofu dish. The quality was far inferior."
Cui Mingyue was so full that she kept walking around the room to help her digest.
You should know that her palate has long been spoiled; no matter how delicious the food is, she will only take a small bite.
This was the first time Cui Mingyue had ever acted so unconcerned about her image in front of her in-laws.
Jiang He glanced at her helplessly: "How come I couldn't taste anything wrong with that preserved egg and tofu? It tasted pretty good, didn't it?"
Cui Mingyue glared at her husband:
"The preserved eggs were over-pickled; the yolks were hard. The tofu tasted like machine-made tofu from the supermarket, with a strong bean curd residue flavor. It was only the seasoning that made it palatable. It's better not to compare them; once you do, you can really taste the difference."
Cui Mingyue's words were indeed sharp; the ingredients for that preserved egg and tofu dish were all purchased by Xu Milu from the market, so their quality was naturally inferior to the ingredients from the Gourmet World.
"No, you go back first. I need to stay here for a few more days."
Cui Mingyue slapped her forehead and sent the video on her phone to her grandfather, Cui Shengguo. Jiang He was horrified:
"Seriously? Just for an abalone? If you don't go back home, won't it just be me and our daughter left?"
Cui Mingyue rolled her eyes: "Are you stupid? This restaurant has such high-quality ingredients, they even dare to sell top-grade golden abalone at a bargain price. Just you wait, they'll have to impose purchase limits in a couple of days. I have to eat here again before I go back to Beijing, otherwise my trip will have been for nothing."
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Cui Mingyue guessed correctly; Xu Milu did indeed plan to limit purchases, but not because too many people wanted to order the abalone, but because many customers were deterred by the price of 9,800 yuan per table.
In the seven days since the store opened, only two premium set meals priced at 9,800 yuan have been sold.
"Rice, isn't our price a bit too high? Who would spend ten thousand yuan to eat at your restaurant?"
Liu Hongmei was a little worried and tentatively asked:
"How about... we lower the price, or cancel the set meal and switch to à la carte? If all else fails, you can replace the abalone with another dish."
Xu Milu was looking through the sales figures for the past two days when she heard Liu Hongmei say this, and she smiled and shook her head:
"Mom, I used only the best ingredients. This price is already very low. In the future, we will develop higher-priced set meals. We can't sell such good ingredients at cabbage prices. This price is just right. Ordinary people won't feel bad about indulging occasionally, and rich people won't think it's expensive."
She thought for a moment and said:
"But Mom, you're right. Here's what we'll do: later we'll have Da Liu and the others add a sentence to the menu saying that the premium set meal is limited and only the first five customers who purchase the premium set meal each month can buy the abalone."
"Huh? Will this work?"
Liu Hongmei was dumbfounded. There were hardly any buyers to begin with, so why the need for purchase restrictions?
"Mom, just trust me, I definitely won't lose out."
Xu Milu smiled.
She has been in charge of the cashier these past few days. In just these few days since the business opened, she has sold 225 basic meal sets, 75 intermediate meal sets, and 2 premium meal sets, with a turnover of nearly 900,000 yuan. After deducting rent, utilities, and taxes, she made a net profit of 700,000 yuan.
This is just the revenue for these seven days.
Therefore, she believes that once the remaining ingredients arrive one after another, higher-priced set meals can be prepared.
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Seeing Xu Milu's insistence, Liu Hongmei stopped talking, but she always revealed a hint of worry when chatting with Liu Hongjun:
“You know, the kids are all grown up now, they have their own perspectives, and they don’t even care about 10,000 yuan anymore. There aren’t that many rich people in Ningcheng. Those customers are just here to try something new. If the price is too high, won’t there be fewer customers?”
Liu Hongjun understood the situation clearly and comforted her with a smile:
"Don't worry about it. Dami isn't stupid. Would she do a business that loses money? Besides, it's not like our time anymore, when we would worry about eating out for months. Now everyone is better off, so it's not surprising to spend over a thousand on a meal."
At this point, Liu Hongjun gestured again:
"Just think about it, such huge abalone, such fragrant local pork, and all that renovations, oh my, it hurts me to even look at it. Besides, buying rice must have cost a lot of money, right? We can't just sell it at a loss, can we?"
Liu Hongmei's furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and she finally understood:
"That's true. A few days ago, my older brother told me he wanted to invest in this rice restaurant, but I was afraid of getting upset with the rice business, so I didn't dare tell him."
"Has he no shame? He used his father's life savings to buy his son a house and a car, and now that his father has no money, he's kicking him out. What else does he want?!"
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