Chapter 108: Profits Double
In a private room of an upscale restaurant in the city center, several diners were ordering: "Give us a dry pot rabbit; this restaurant makes an exceptionally good rabbit."
"Pork tripe soup is also good, it's good for your health."
"I've had the braised pork here; it's fatty but not greasy. You should try it too."
"Don't just order meat, add some vegetables for a balanced diet."
The three of them studied the menu for a while, but the man sitting next to them just leisurely drank his tea, not participating at all.
"Zhong Wei, don't just sit there. Aren't you the one who loves researching food the most? Order a few dishes," someone called out enthusiastically.
Zhong Wei shook his head: "You guys order, I'm not interested in the food at the restaurant."
"Hey, that's not what you used to say?"
"Yeah, you used to be so eloquent with the menu in hand, like a real food critic. Why are you so quiet today?" The people present were all friends. They were all busy with work, and it was a rare treat to get together for a meal today.
Friends all have similarities, and one of them is their love of food.
Zhong Wei shook his head slightly and said meaningfully, "I'm savoring it."
What's there to reminisce about?
Zhong Wei smiled and said, "I'm reminiscing about the delicious food you missed, but I've enjoyed."
"Pfft."
"Hahaha." His companion laughed mercilessly. "Stop pretending to be profound. Hurry up and order. You'll know once you eat it. The food here is really good."
The waiter stood to the side, smiling without saying a word, inwardly rolling his eyes. Who comes to a restaurant and then says another place tastes better, especially before the food has even arrived? Isn't that just a deceptive comparison?
However, since all guests are guests, and they were all seated in a private room, the waiters maintained their good attitude, remaining silent and waiting for them to order.
Zhong Wei knew this wasn't a good idea, so he waved his hand, indicating that they could order whatever they wanted, and that he could do as he pleased.
After ordering all the food, the waiter took the menu and left. Zhong Weicai then said, "I swear I'm not lying at all. Song Ji Private Kitchen is exceptionally delicious!"
"Even if it's good, we can't eat it all," one of my companions said. "You already called to ask, and they said there were no seats available."
Zhong Wei sighed: "That's such a pity, you've missed out on the taste of life."
"Don't exaggerate like that. It's just a dish. How delicious can it be?"
As a loyal fan of Songji, Zhong Wei firmly refused to allow his friend to say anything bad: "You'll know once you try it; it's not in the same league as other dishes."
"What can we do? We just can't get any!"
Zhong Wei exclaimed, "That's the most infuriating thing! I ate there when Song Ji first opened. Back then, there was no reservation system. You could just go and eat, or at worst, you'd have to wait in line outside. You have no idea what it was like back then. There were already people waiting at the door before the owner even opened it. I finally managed to get in and find a seat, but I was forced to share a table with other people."
Upon hearing this, his companions expressed surprise: "Don't you dislike eating with strangers?"
“Yes!” Zhong Wei said, “I was about to get up and leave when I suddenly smelled a fragrance. It was that fragrance that kept me here, and I didn’t regret it later.”
Zhong Wei spoke with intonation and a touch of suspense, much like a storyteller telling a tale.
Some of the companions listened intently, while others suppressed their laughter, thinking that Zhong Wei was exaggerating and engaging in false advertising.
Zhong Wei squinted, his eyes filled with reminiscence, his expression both happy and dreamy: "That stir-fried water spinach was so crisp and refreshing. I even suspected that the vegetable had just been picked from the ground. It was so fresh that eating it felt like returning to nature. I hadn't slept well the day before and was feeling quite listless, but after eating it, my headache was gone and I felt much better."
Zhong Wei's companion had been listening attentively to what he was saying, and seemed quite interested at the beginning. However, as the conversation progressed, his expression gradually became suspicious. It didn't seem like he was eating; it looked like he was on drugs. His gaze towards Zhong Wei became somewhat strange.
But Zhong Wei didn't seem to notice at all, and continued, seemingly engrossed in the conversation:
"Stir-fried green peppers and pork is a common dish, every restaurant makes it, but I've never had it stir-fried so fragrantly, so freshly, and so deliciously with rice. It just feels like..."
The companion chimed in, "It just felt like the meat had been freshly cut from the pig, right?"
Another companion said, "It feels like you're hugging a pig and gnawing on it, right?"
Zhong Wei: ...
"What are you talking about? I'm not joking. If Song's food is really that delicious, why would I lie to you?"
“Zhong Wei.” His friend put his arm around his shoulder, patted him, and said, “If you’re not joking or lying, then I’ll have to go check out Gang Song’s place too.”
"Go! Go quickly! I'll make a call to reserve a table, and we'll go whenever we're free!" Zhong Wei was ready to leave as soon as he said he would. Even if there were no seats, he could still enjoy the aroma from outside. Just smelling the aroma would let his friend know how much weight his words carried.
My friend shook his head: "I'm not going there to eat, I'm going there for a checkup."
My friend said with a serious face, "I suspect that Song Ji's dishes contain something addictive, otherwise how could they have this effect?"
Zhong Wei: …………
He slapped his friend's hand down, saying, "You're overthinking it. Songji's food is perfectly healthy. The feeling of energized after eating it is purely because of the aroma."
Another friend leaned over and said, "Zhong Wei, since you like Song Ji's food so much, why don't you get a membership card?"
These high-end restaurants are all about niche boutiques, prioritizing members and giving them various privileges. Everyone present was well aware of this, as some of them worked in the restaurant industry; it was basically a formula.
Zhong Wei shook his head: "Songji has not implemented a membership system."
When Zhong Wei overheard the manager talking about adjusting the business model while he was eating, he thought it must be about issuing membership cards. But it turned out that it wasn't. They just added a reservation system. All diners are treated equally. If you make a reservation quickly, you get one; if you make a reservation slowly, you have to wait. The system is updated and cleared once a week, and the restaurant is closed on Mondays.
All of this made Zhong Wei realize that the owner of Songji wasn't just in it for the money; he also had his own ideals and aspirations.
Otherwise, what legitimate restaurant would take a day off every day? Zhong Wei figured that day must be spent reviewing the day's events.
"I was away on a business trip for more than half a month this time, and I was really itching to eat Song Ji's food."
My friend said, "I think you're just making things up. There probably isn't much good food in the countryside. Stop talking and eat more today. Your illness is caused by hunger."
Zhong Wei: ...How do I tell my friends that I'm not hungry, but that Song Ji really has that ability to make people remember me?
The restaurant served the food quickly, with waiters bringing in plate after plate of dishes. The dishes were beautifully presented, and under the lights, they looked quite delicious. However, Zhong Wei found the aroma to be a bit bland, not comparable to Song Ji's.
"Why hasn't Jingyuan arrived yet?" a friend asked.
Zhong Wei said, "Never mind him. He went back to his hometown a few days ago to farm and take care of the vegetables. He'll be back later."
"He's still in food processing?"
Zhong Wei said, "Yes."
No sooner had he finished speaking than his friend placed a piece of stir-fried greens into Zhong Wei's bowl with his chopsticks and said with a smile, "Try it and see if it has that refreshing taste that makes you feel like you're in nature?"
When Zhong Wei saw the color of the stir-fried cabbage and smelled it, his brows furrowed. However, he still managed to take a bite and finally gave his evaluation: "It's just so-so."
My friend took a bite and said, "I think it's alright."
The phone suddenly rang. Zhong Wei took out his phone, and his friend asked, "Is this Jingyuan?"
Zhong Wei frowned slightly: "No..."
“It’s from Song’s Private Kitchen.” Zhong Wei was still a little puzzled as to why Song’s Private Kitchen would call him.
Upon hearing the contents of the phone call, her eyes lit up immediately: "Really? Okay, okay, I want to order. I'm at the Galaxy Restaurant right now, can you deliver? Are there any restrictions on the dishes?"
After hearing the menu listed on the other end of the phone, Zhong Wei said, "I want sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried eggplant with soy sauce, pan-fried tofu, and winter melon meatball soup."
Hanging up the phone, Zhong Wei was in high spirits: "Friends, great news! Song Ji is now offering food delivery! I just ordered a few dishes. Try them when they arrive, and I guarantee you'll never forget them!"
"What? They deliver food too?" a friend exclaimed in surprise. "Is Song Ji restaurant very close to the restaurant?"
Zhong Wei said, "It's alright, four kilometers."
"You can deliver this far?"
Zhong Wei wasn't surprised that his friend asked that question. There aren't many restaurants that offer delivery services these days, and those that do are usually within walking distance. Song Ji is four kilometers away, which is really too far.
He was surprised when he heard the news over the phone. The waiter at Songji said that he had just called to reserve a table, but there were no spots available. In addition, the restaurant had just launched a delivery service and asked if he would like to try it out.
Zhong Wei naturally agreed, but the delivery service is limited to a range of four kilometers and there are restrictions on the types of dishes that can be served, in order to ensure the taste of the dishes.
Zhong Wei: "We can deliver; we just happen to be positioned within the delivery range."
My friend shook his head, sensing something was wrong: "The food might be cold by the time it arrives."
“Definitely not,” Zhong Wei said firmly. “Since Songji uses delivery service, they must have considered this aspect.”
A friend laughed and said, "Zhong Wei, you've become a true fan of Song Ji now. You talk about him all the time. Do you have some ulterior motive?"
"Yes, yes, my selfish wish is to be able to eat more of Song Ji's dishes."
After that, Zhong Wei didn't touch any of the dishes at the restaurant. He just drank plain water, taking small sips, saying he wanted to save room for Song Ji's dishes.
Seeing his obsessive state, his friend couldn't help but laugh. He even deliberately waved the food in front of Zhong Wei a few times with his chopsticks before putting it in his own mouth, making loud smacking noises as he ate: "It smells so good! It tastes so good! It's so flavorful!"
Coincidentally, the other two also tried to seduce him, as if they were competing to see who could make Zhong Wei break his composure.
However, Zhong Wei truly mastered the skill of remaining unmoved even with a woman in his arms, his eyes not even blinking.
After waiting for almost half an hour, the restaurant's dishes had all been served, but Song Ji's dishes hadn't arrived yet. His friend advised, "Zhong Wei, eat something, or you'll get a stomachache from hunger."
A knock sounded at the door, and a waiter led a young man to the entrance. "Excuse me, gentlemen, this gentleman claims to be an employee of Song's Private Banquet Hall. Please come in..."
Zhong Weiteng stood up abruptly, interrupting the waiter, and said excitedly, "Yes, yes, it's my order, come in quickly!"
Zhong Wei took two steps to the door and invited the person in: "You're an employee of Song's Restaurant, right?"
Zou Xiaoguang was holding a thermos in his hand: "Yes, Mr. Zhong, this is the meal you ordered."
Zou Xiaoguang took the food boxes back one by one. The restaurant waiter standing behind him felt dazed. What kind of person would come to the restaurant and order food from other restaurants?
Why go to the trouble of going far when you can just eat something fresh?
The waiter, who was standing behind them, wanted to check again, but Zhong Wei spoke up: "We're all settled here, you can go now."
The waiter had no choice but to leave. Just then, Zou Xiaoguang opened the box of sweet and sour pork ribs, and a sweet and sour aroma wafted out. You could tell from the smell that the sweet and sour flavor was not made with food additives. The sweetness was mellow and rich, and the sourness had a hint of light fruitiness.
The color is even more enticing; each rib is coated with an even sauce, and under the light, the amber-colored ribs gleam with a glossy sheen, making it impossible to look away.
The second dish was pan-fried tofu. The aroma of the tofu, fried in hot oil, wafted over the dish. The tofu was fried to a golden brown with a crispy, grainy texture on the outside. Bright green garlic sprouts were garnished on top, and red oil dripped along the edges of the tofu. You could tell how spicy and delicious it would be without even tasting it.
Before Zou Xiaoguang could even bring out the next dish, Zhong Wei picked up his chopsticks, quickly grabbed a piece of tofu, and put it in his mouth. His eyebrows immediately lit up, and he exclaimed excitedly, "How is this any different from when it's fresh out of the pot? It's so delicious!"
In the blink of an eye, the second piece of tofu was picked up and successfully put into Zhong Wei's mouth.
The friends were already focused on the dishes, but Zhong Wei raised the bar too high and did too much build-up, so when Zou Xiaoguang appeared, everyone's attention was drawn to him.
As each dish was brought out and its lid was lifted, a fragrant aroma wafted out, causing everyone to shudder as if it truly had the effects Zhong Wei had described, invigorating them.
However, everyone was still concerned about saving face, and they should at least wait until all the dishes were served. But Zhong Wei was too unethical; he started eating before all the dishes were served. But once he got the hint, the other three also started eating.
A friend had been eyeing sweet and sour pork ribs for a while. Many shops offer sweet and sour pork ribs, but it's very difficult to make them well. First, the ribs need to be cooked to the right doneness, tender but not mushy, and the meat should fall off the bone with just a touch. Also, the selection of ribs is very important. Second, achieving the perfect balance of sweet and sour flavors is extremely difficult.
The plate of sweet and sour pork ribs in front of me was clearly a premium product. My friend couldn't wait to pick up a piece, and after just one bite, he discovered its uniqueness. The sweet and sour flavors blended together perfectly, and upon closer inspection, he even tasted a subtle hint of preserved plum. The sourness of the preserved plum came from the food itself, instantly activating his taste buds.
The sweetness flowed down the tip of the tongue, spreading with the rich and savory flavor of the meat juices. It was perfectly balanced between a sour taste that didn't burn the throat and a sweet taste that didn't overpower the freshness.
The ribs were cooked to perfection, with a good balance of lean and fat. The lean meat was tender and juicy, the tendons were chewy, and the slight amount of fat was incredibly soft and tender. After finishing one piece, the aftertaste lingered on your lips and teeth, making you want to lick the sauce off your mouth. You had only one thought in your mind: another piece!
Zou Xiaoguang was stunned for two seconds upon seeing this. He couldn't help but look at the other dishes on the table. They were all from a restaurant and looked like they had eaten quite a bit. Logically, they shouldn't be hungry. So why were these people eating so ferociously?
Zou Xiaoguang can only be described as ferocious. Wolfing down food doesn't quite fit, because they ate quite elegantly, but they were picking at their food too frequently.
Zou Xiaoguang quickly brought out the last dish, winter melon meatball soup: "Please enjoy, everyone."
He felt he didn't need to say that, since the customer who ordered the food was already using it.
She just stood there and waited, but didn't get a response from Zhong Wei. She saw Zhong Wei eating eggplant while his eyes were fixed on the ribs, his eyes bright and alert, as if he was judging which rib tasted the best.
Zou Xiaoguang could only say, "Mr. Zhong, these four dishes cost a total of 152."
Zhong Wei then realized what was happening and quickly took out his wallet, counted out 160 yuan, and gave it to Zou Xiaoguang: "The extra money is for you as a running fee."
This was the first time Zou Xiaoguang had received such extra income. In the past, he only earned what he did on construction sites; no one would give him money for free. Sometimes, he even had to go through the trouble of collecting his wages.
However, Zou Xiaoguang remembered what the boss said: "Mr. Zhong, our store pays a delivery fee, so customers don't need to pay a separate delivery fee."
Zhong Wei waved his hand: "I know, the rest is yours."
"Thank you, Mr. Zhong!" Zou Xiaoguang bowed deeply to Zhong Wei at a ninety-degree angle on the spot.
Zhong Wei sat down and continued eating, glancing at his friends, all of whom were engrossed in their meal.
Zhong Wei chuckled twice: "How about it? Song Ji's food is undeniably delicious, isn't it?"
Friends all gave it a thumbs up: "It's really delicious!"
A friend tasted the tofu and exclaimed, "How can it be fried so well and be so flavorful? The tofu is fragrant inside and out, with all sorts of flavors: fresh, savory, spicy, and numbing. It must be cooked for a long time, but the outside isn't salty at all."
Another person said, "Don't just focus on the tofu, try the eggplant. I'm not exaggerating, this is the best eggplant I've ever had. The flesh is so tender. I finally understand what Zhong Wei meant when he said that this eggplant was still in the ground an hour ago and was cooked and served to us an hour later."
"Don't just focus on the vegetables! Don't miss out on the sweet and sour pork ribs, you'll regret it for the rest of your life if you do!"
Seeing his friends enjoying their meal, Zhong Wei had completely forgotten his initial disdain for Song Ji.
Everyone had an amazing appetite. Even though they had just eaten at the restaurant, they had almost finished all the dishes that Song Ji had brought, leaving only the last dish, winter melon meatball soup.
Soup is usually eaten before or after a meal. None of them liked to drink soup while eating, so the winter melon and meatball soup was left intact even after the other dishes were all gone.
The soup is clear and bright, with a warm sheen. The evenly cut winter melon is cooked until it is translucent. The pork meatballs are round and plump, floating on the surface of the soup like little glutinous rice balls. The soup is garnished with chopped green onions, making it look refreshing and not greasy.
Zhong Wei stood up, and the other three all reached out, their eyes fixed on the soup spoon. Clearly, everyone wanted to drink the soup at that moment, and they all bumped into each other.
Zhong Wei coughed lightly a few times, and his three friends immediately withdrew their hands: "You scoop first."
Since Zhong Wei ordered these dishes, he naturally had the right to choose first.
Zhong Wei scooped out half a bowl, took a sip, and the soup looked clear, but there was a thin layer of oil floating on top, which locked the heat in the soup. The piping hot soup was sweet and refreshing.
The winter melon was incredibly tender, melting in your mouth, while the meatballs were bouncy and firm, with a slight bounce when you bit into them. The meat slowly oozed out along the grain, savory and flavorful, and you could taste the texture of the meat on your tongue.
“These meatballs must have been made by myself,” Zhong Wei said.
“Definitely.” A friend, a gourmet, savored the meatballs with great care and exclaimed in amazement, “There’s no ginger in these meatballs, but they don’t taste fishy at all. It takes time to cook the meatballs, but they’re not dry or tough at all.”
My friend chewed the whole meatball and swallowed it: "I think Song Ji's chef has an amazing control over the heat. He must have calculated the time from when it came out of the pot to when it was delivered. The texture is just right."
"This really requires extremely advanced technology," my friend turned and asked. "Zhong Wei, do you know how it's done?"
Zhong Wei: "How would I know?"
My friend said regretfully, "I thought you knew the owner because you praised Song Ji's food so much."
Zhong Wei: "It's simply because I like Song Ji's food!"
"Okay." The friend was very disappointed.
"Zhong Wei," another friend asked, "could you ask the chef how to make sweet and sour pork ribs so tender yet not mushy, so that the meat falls off the bone with a touch, and with such a perfect balance of sweet and sour?"
"You know, I love sweet and sour pork ribs the most. Thank you so much for ordering this dish for me today."
Zhong Wei: "First of all, I don't know, and I'm not familiar with the chef at Song Ji's restaurant. Secondly, I ordered this sweet and sour pork ribs because I wanted to eat it myself. I only ate two pieces, did you eat them all?"
"It definitely wasn't me, I only ate five or six pieces!"
Zhong Wei: ...Do you know how much a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs costs?
"How about we order some more takeout?" a friend suggested, feeling like I could still eat.
Zhong Wei asked in surprise, "You're still not full?"
"Being full and having enough to eat are two different things. I'm full, but I haven't had enough to eat."
Zhong Wei: "Okay."
He took out his phone and made a call: "Okay, I understand."
Faced with his friends' expectant gazes, Zhong Wei helplessly spread his hands: "I can't order anymore, it's past the time limit."
I checked the time; it was only 1:30.
Zhong Wei said, "Songji closes at 2 p.m., so the delivery will probably be after their closing time."
Three friends: ...
"This is the first time I've ever seen a shop that doesn't make money."
"Me too……"
Zhong Wei felt that someone finally understood his original thoughts. He thought Songji was going to use memberships to make money, but the other party didn't care to do that at all: "You guys don't understand, Songji's boss is a person with ideals and aspirations!"
"Think about it, what high-end restaurant would offer delivery service? They'd love for everyone to make reservations and queue up, creating a sense of scarcity and raising the perceived value."
"Moreover, Song Ji isn't just in it for the money. Their best dishes aren't on the takeout menu because they're meant to be eaten right out of the pot. You guys definitely have to go to the restaurant to try them sometime. Their spring water sour soup fish is absolutely delicious!"
Hearing Zhong Wei's words, everyone swallowed hard. At first, they thought he was exaggerating, but now they realized they didn't know enough: "Isn't spring water sour fish soup a specialty dish from Jingyuan?"
Just as he finished speaking, a young man pushed open the door and entered: "I'm late, I'll just grab something to eat."
Looking at the table, there was still a lot of food left. I sat down, scooped up a bowl of rice, and started eating with the dishes from the restaurant.
Zhong Wei felt a little apologetic, having forgotten that someone else hadn't arrived yet. The four of them finished all the food at Song Ji's restaurant. "Jingyuan, I'll take you to Song Ji's next time!"
Jingyuan said, "No need, the food here is just fine."
Zhong Wei looked reluctant to see them suffer. The other three looked equally pitiful; they had never eaten anything good and could be easily appeased with just a little something.
"Songji has a specialty dish from your town, spring water sour soup fish."
Jingyuan snorted: "What special features? It's all just a marketing ploy. Do you know how good the fish raised in Quanshui Town are? No restaurant outside can compare."
Zhong Wei thought to himself, "Here comes another one who doesn't believe in superstition."
He said, "I'll take you to the restaurant another day, so you'll know what authentic deliciousness is."
*
Zou Xiaoguang rode his bike back to the restaurant, humming a song.
As soon as they arrived at the restaurant, Shen Hui asked, "How was the delivery? Did it go smoothly?"
Zou Xiaoguang grinned, revealing a row of teeth: "It went exceptionally smoothly. That customer even gave me an eight-yuan tip! Eight yuan! Tsk tsk tsk!"
After the peak dining period, Song Xinran was able to rest for a while, and Zou Xiaoguang decisively handed over the tip: "Manager, this is my tip."
Zou Xiaoguang was very adept at interpersonal relationships. Although he and Song Xinran were from the same hometown and had known each other since childhood, they would definitely address each other by their titles in the store.
Song Xinran said, "Just take what's given to you."
Zou Xiaoguang shook his head: "I've already received the delivery fee."
Song Xinran smiled and said, "The tip means you served it well. The customer gave it to you voluntarily, so you deserve it."
"You only need to decline twice," Zou Xiaoguang believed in this principle: "Thank you, store manager!"
"Sister Hui, are there any more orders?" Zou Xiaoguang asked.
Shen Hui said, "Today is the first day of our food delivery service. Many customers don't know yet. You should take a break. It'll be time to get off work soon."
"How long has Brother Cheng been gone?"
"He just had an order; he's been out for about ten minutes, he should be back soon," Shen Hui said. "How has the customer's feedback been regarding our delivery service?"
Zou Xiaoguang beamed: "It's great. I delivered three orders today, and the customers started eating before I even took the dishes out of the restaurant. They seemed very satisfied."
Shen Hui said, "That's good."
When Manager Song said they were going to launch a food delivery service, Shen Hui was a little worried. When she worked at Rongxia Xiaochu before, there was no food delivery service there.
Since they run a high-end restaurant, if the food gets cold or doesn't taste good, it will damage the restaurant's reputation. It's a thankless task.
However, Song Xinran has set some rules for food delivery. The store's two deliverymen, Zou Xiaoguang and Cheng Ge, each deliver only one order at a time and ensure that the delivery is within a four-kilometer radius, which fully guarantees the speed of food delivery.
The two of them can deliver about eight orders in a lunch break, and today each order is generally over 100 yuan, even though Song Xinran's minimum order amount is 60 yuan. This is roughly the same as the restaurant's revenue for a lunch break. However, takeout orders don't incur rent or venue fees; only the delivery driver's fee is charged.
By simply adding one more service, the business area was expanded invisibly, and the customer base was also increased. Shen Hui felt that Manager Song was truly farsighted.
The phone rang, and Shen Hui answered it; it was another takeout order.
Zou Xiaoguang was full of energy. Great! He was going to make money again!
Zou Xiaoguang never imagined that making money could be so easy. He delivers one order every half hour, earning four yuan per order, which is equivalent to earning eight yuan per hour. He used to work on construction sites. If he was just doing odd jobs, he would earn thirty-two or thirty yuan a day as a general worker, but that required working eight hours a day.
Long-term workers can earn around 1,200 to 1,300 yuan per month, provided there is work to do and the contractor receives payment. If the contractor doesn't receive payment, then the workers will have a lot of disputes.
But in Songjigan, you only work four hours a day and can earn 32 yuan a day, which is about the same as the daily wage of a construction worker.
Zou Xiaoguang still remembers how he felt when he first heard about the salary. He was completely shocked and incredulous, and of course, he also had a vague thought: had he been scammed?
It wasn't until they arrived at the store that Zou Xiaoguang realized Song Xinran had truly become successful. Her older sister, who used to live in the same village and whose house was next to theirs, now owned a high-end restaurant in the city and was no longer from their world.
Zou Xiaoguang could understand why Song Xinran hadn't told them about her business from the beginning, because it was simply too big.
Zou Xiaoguang never expected to be so lucky as to get a job opportunity.
The freshly cooked dishes were packed into food containers. Zou Xiaoguang's mouth watered at the aroma wafting out. He put the containers into the delivery box one by one, wondering if the customer would leave a tip as he delivered the orders.
The last order cost eight yuan. It seems like the money of the rich and the poor are not even in the same quantity or dimension anymore.
However, he told himself not to have any thoughts about asking for tips. He should be grateful if someone gave him a tip, and it was only natural if no tip was given.
*
The first day of launching the food delivery service went very smoothly.
That evening, Song Xinran looked at the ledger and calculated the turnover and profit, which were almost double those of previous days.
A smile involuntarily spread across her face. Her savings had grown even more substantial, which warmed Song Xinran's heart.
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