At 5:50 in the evening, the customers who were still eating in the restaurant subconsciously sped up their eating pace because they understood the boss's situation.
Anyway, the restaurant will close on time at six o'clock, so customers have to leave even if they haven't finished their meal.
With this kind of service attitude, if the food here wasn't so irresistible, this private restaurant would have closed down long ago.
"Oh, I didn't get a spot again. Looks like I'll have to wait until tomorrow. I have to come early tomorrow, at least to have dinner."
"Why don't you pay someone to queue for you? Spending a hundred bucks and having someone queue for you for half a day is a lot less expensive."
"Yeah! Why didn't I think of that? That's a good idea."
"Let's go, all the customers in the store have left. We can't eat here today."
Several guests who were forcibly evicted had unhappy expressions on their faces.
"What, haven't you finished eating?"
"That's right. I haven't finished my food yet. What kind of service attitude is that? How can they force customers out? Even if they close at six, they can just not accept customers and wait until the customers finish their food."
"Hahaha, I was kicked out last time too. I heard the boss was going to visit his grandfather, who is still in the hospital."
"You've been kicked out, why are you so happy?"
Do you mean to say that you are gloating?
"Hey, didn't they already tell us they'd close at six? There's nothing to be angry about."
"I just can't help but feel angry."
"Then why don't you just not come to eat next time?"
The man was suddenly speechless.
"Eat...you still have to come and eat."
The employees in the store were recruited after An Jing came in. The previous employees had already taken their pay and left within a month of him closing the store.
No one trusted him and thought he couldn't keep the store going.
An Jingzhi gave instructions to the two shop assistants and left.
"That's strange. Have you noticed that our restaurant is easy to clean? It just needs a wipe."
"Yeah, those bowls are pretty easy to wash. No matter what dish they're used for, they seem to be clean with just one rinse."
"Working here is really worry-free. Although there are many customers, there is actually not much work to do."
"Yeah, we're really lucky."
"When I first arrived and found out the chef was the owner, my heart sank. It was obvious he couldn't cook. I don't know how long this shop can stay open. If I really couldn't find a job, I wouldn't have stayed."
"It's not that great, I'm about the same. I didn't expect our boss's cooking skills to be so good. Many of them are repeat customers. Look at the customers outside, they have been lining up here for a long time."
"I guess the private restaurants around here are not doing much business anymore."
"What you said reminds me. We have to tell the boss about this. We have to be vigilant. We never know what the bosses around here might do."
As they cleared the table, they said, "Not really, right?"
The older guy acted like he was experienced and said, "Just listen to me."
"You don't know how treacherous the restaurant industry is. If you don't do well, people will laugh at you. If you do well, they'll lose their business. If they lose their business, won't they punish you?"
"We live in a society ruled by law now," said the younger waiter, frowning.
"You are still too young."
"No, I have to remind my boss tomorrow no matter what. I don't want to lose such an easy job."
After leaving the store, An Jingzhi bought some fruits and went to the hospital with them.
When I arrived, the nurse had already served the old man his meal.
Seeing An Jingzhi coming, An Changyou wanted to sit up, but was stopped by An Jingzhi.
"Grandpa, lie down quickly. Why are you being so formal with your grandson?" The nurse was considerate enough to leave the room for the two of them. An Jingzhi sat aside, peeling fruit and chatting with An Changyou.
"How's the situation at the restaurant?" An Changyou asked with some concern.
"Don't worry, Grandpa. I promised you that I would make our An's private cuisine flourish. I will definitely do it."
"When you were a child, you didn't like to learn cooking from me." An Changyou said with some regret.
"It's okay, it's okay if you can't do it." Seeing his grandson running back and forth every day, An Changyou felt distressed.
Wasn't he unwilling to learn to cook when he was young? Or was he forced to learn a few tricks later on because of a beating? How come he has now become the person he hated back then?
An Jingzhi smiled, took out his phone, opened a video, and handed it to the other party: "Look, our private restaurant business is too good."
An Changyou was stunned by the bustling crowd in the private restaurant.
"Are there really so many people?"
He saw the waiter's face, so it shouldn't be the same as before.
Even when he was a chef, the business in the store was not so good.
"How could it be false?"
"But you can't cook, right? Just because I told you a few words, you can do such a good business?" An Changyou's face was full of disbelief.
"Of course not." An Jingzhi explained: "Grandpa, why do you think there is a difference between delicious and unpalatable food?"
"Who is to judge whether this is delicious or not?"
“Is it our brain?”
Shen Changyou didn't quite understand, "Isn't it by the tongue?"
"It relies on the tongue, but the sensation from the tongue will eventually be fed back to the brain."
"So how does this thing taste? Ultimately, it's the brain that decides."
An Changyou hadn't read much and didn't quite understand these things. He frowned and said, "That should be it, right?"
"So as long as the brain feels that the food is delicious, no matter how the food tastes, the customer will feel that it is delicious." An Jingzhi said confidently.
"What does this have to do with the food you cook?"
"Grandpa, this is a huge deal. Let me tell you, didn't I close our store for a month just to prepare for this?"
An Jingzhi describes how he arranges his restaurant, creates high-tech, and uses calculations to prepare delicious meals.
"Isn't this a lie?" An Changyou said somewhat unhappily after hearing this.
He listened to these as if they were listening to a foreign language.
I don't understand the technological content contained in this, I just feel that what my grandson is doing is a lie.
It's obviously just an ordinary thing, but people have to eat it as if it were a delicacy from the mountains and the sea.
"Grandpa," An Jingzhi said, feeling both amused and helpless, "How can this be a lie? The joy they get from eating those delicacies is the same as the joy they get from drinking nutrient solution from me. As long as they truly feel the same, that's all that matters."
"If you really calculate it this way, I'm the one who's at a disadvantage. Even our country can't produce the equipment I have."
"You are bullying your grandfather because he has only had a few years of education." An Changyou didn't believe that his grandson could be so powerful.
"My grandpa," An Jingzhi took out a bracelet from his pocket, which was the one he used in the store.
"Put it on and try this apple in my hand."
In order to prevent some people from filling in untrue information, the real needs of the person can be collected instantly on this circular belt.
Even if those people put it on first and then took it off later, the information has been synchronized to An Jingzhi.
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