Chapter 102: Girls Can't Stay
"Old Huang is here!"
Sun Yue, the smart guy, felt a little amused in his heart. This Young Master Huan was so unlucky. He flirted with Huang Ying and was caught by her father. However, helping his master to resolve the embarrassment was the most important duty of the number one follower.
So, he immediately stood up, shouted loudly, and waved enthusiastically to Huang Tianshun.
"Old Huang, come and sit down!" Yang Huan also shamelessly pointed to the seat opposite him.
Huang Tianshun took another careful look at his precious daughter, then looked at Yang Huan opposite him. He thought he had some vision and could tell that his daughter was still a virgin, proving that Young Master Huan was only flirting with her verbally and had no concrete actions.
He felt relieved. He only had one daughter, so naturally he hoped that she would marry well.
"Master Huan, there is an important matter." Huang Tianshun turned around, closed the door, and sat down opposite Yang Huan.
"Let's not talk about the big things first. Why do you think business has been so good these days?" Yang Huan was puzzled.
He didn't deliberately promote Wangjiang Pavilion. Could it be that he suddenly became so arrogant that people from all directions came to him and prostrated themselves to show their loyalty?
"I'm afraid Young Master Huan hasn't read the newspaper these days?" Huang Tianshun asked with a wry smile.
Yang Huan nodded. He never liked reading newspapers. At most he would go to the website to check the news. However, he had been busy these days, traveling from Poole to Gayton and then back to Southampton, almost traveling around the entire southwest half of England. How could he have the time?
"Well, tell me, what happened?" Yang Huan didn't like beating around the bush.
Huang Tianshun nodded immediately, "Master Huan, have you heard of Michelin?"
"I know, they make tires!" Yang Huan had heard of it, "But I don't like Michelin tires, they are too soft, just like a woman's. Although they are very comfortable, I don't like this kind of soft ones. I like harder and more dynamic tires."
Huang Tianshun smiled bitterly, this is all about the tires.
"Master Huan, did you know that in addition to making tires, Michelin also publishes a guidebook every year for travelers to choose restaurants during their travels, called the Michelin Red Guide?"
Yang Huan nodded immediately after hearing this. "Do you know Michelin restaurants? There are several in Longhai City. They are nothing special. Some of them are even mediocre, worse than street food."
Huang Tianshun smiled bitterly. This was an honor that so many restaurants were vying for, but Yang Huan said it was nothing?
But he didn't know that what Yang Huan said was indeed right, because no matter how delicious the food is, if you eat too much, you will still feel sick of it, and feel that it is very ordinary, or even worse than those street snacks.
"Old Huang, what do you want to say?"
"Master Huan, our Wangjiang Pavilion is included in this year's Michelin Red Guide."
"What?" Yang Huan stood up in surprise.
He is no fool and certainly knows the weight and authority of Michelin restaurants.
"So, the restaurant's booming business these days is all due to the recommendation of the Michelin Red Guide?"
Huang Tianshun nodded, "And we have three stars, and we are also the only Chinese restaurant on the list!"
Yang Huan was really dumbfounded. This was such a great honor.
You know, the Michelin restaurant selection has always been focused on Western restaurants. When will it be the turn of Chinese restaurants?
But now, Wangjiang Pavilion has won this honor. Not to mention that it is now packed with customers, even if the number of customers is several times more, Yang Huan thinks it is normal, because this is how a Michelin three-star restaurant should be.
One star means that the restaurant is worth visiting; two stars means that the cooking is very good and it is worth going out of your way to visit the restaurant; three stars is amazing and is a restaurant worth arranging a special trip.
No Chinese restaurant has ever received such an honor!
"Master Huan, now not only is the entire British Chinese restaurant industry boiling with excitement, but even the whole of Europe, including our compatriots who love gourmet food, are excited. This is the first time that Chinese food has entered the ranks of Michelin three-star restaurants."
Yang Huan was so excited that he couldn't sit still. He really didn't expect that he originally wanted to make Wangjiang Pavilion more petty bourgeois and let Huang Tianshun and some famous chefs develop more Chinese food. Unexpectedly, by accident, he created the first Michelin three-star Chinese restaurant.
But... wait, Yang Huan looked at Huang Tianshun.
"I say, Lao Huang, why do you make me feel unhappy?"
Sun Yue and Long Wu only noticed Huang Tianshun at this time. He seemed to have been frowning since he entered the door.
"Master Huan, actually..." Huang Tianshun was speechless.
Yang Huan was a little impatient. "Just say it directly. Be quick and don't dilly-dally."
"In fact, the better our business is, the greater the losses will be." Huang Tianshun said with courage.
Yang Huan laughed, "You're crazy, Lao Huang. For a restaurant, the more customers you have, the more money you make."
But soon, when he saw Huang Tianshun's sad face, he immediately realized that something was wrong.
"Master Huan, a Michelin three-star restaurant is an honor, but it also comes with pressure, because Michelin will continue to track and evaluate restaurants that have already obtained the qualification, so in order to maintain its star rating, the restaurant must do everything possible to maintain its quality, but in this way, it will be difficult to maintain a balance between income and expenditure."
Huang Tianshun sighed, "Just like lobsters, for the sake of taste, only the most tender part of the shrimp meat is diced, and the rest is discarded. This results in the cost of ingredients being as high as 65 to 70 percent. Even if water and electricity bills, restaurant rent and labor costs are not included, such costs are already impossible to maintain a restaurant's balance of income and expenditure."
Yang Huan and Sun Yue both found it very strange after hearing this. It was the first time they heard that a Michelin three-star restaurant was not profitable.
But chefs all over the world regard this honor as the Nobel Prize in the culinary world.
Isn't this ironic?
"Generally speaking, a one-star hotel can make money, a two-star hotel needs to open many branches to make money, and a three-star hotel basically loses money." Huang Tianshun obviously has a deep understanding of the ins and outs of this.
Sun Yue was a little curious, "Is there no other way to make up for it?"
"Yes!" Huang Tianshun nodded.
"What is the solution?"
"It means running an ordinary restaurant near a three-star Michelin restaurant, and then transferring all the ingredients not used by the three-star restaurant to this ordinary restaurant to save costs to the maximum extent. But even so, it is still difficult to break even, and losses are inevitable."
"That's why those Michelin three-star hotels are mostly in big hotels, or have big financial groups behind them. It's basically a image project!"
After listening to this, Yang Huan felt that this world was really strange.
It feels like those Oscar-winning actors and actresses who, once they win the award, immediately become box office poison.
What do you think, is winning an award a good thing or a bad thing?
"Then let's retreat!" Yang Huan thought about it and said decisively.
"Retreat?" Huang Tianshun was stunned.
"Retired?" Sun Yue's face was full of disbelief.
Even Huang Ying opened her eyes wide and looked at this eccentric Master Huan.
This is a restaurant honor that others may not be able to obtain even if several generations of grandparents and grandchildren pursue it madly, and you just give it up like that?
"Master Huan, what I mean is that we should think carefully about how to develop side businesses to ensure the operation of the restaurant, instead of..." Huang Tianshun was wondering if Yang Huan had misunderstood what he meant.
"I know!" Yang Huan waved his hand. He understood what Huang Tianshun meant. "My idea is very simple. The Michelin Guide is a European thing. They have never accepted Chinese restaurants. Anyway, we can't make money from such an honor, and we have to pay for it. Moreover, we have to go to great lengths to please their review rules. Why bother?"
"We run a restaurant to have good food, do good business, and make everyone happy. Why do we have to make it so hard?"
Huang Tianshun was really touched. He knew the pressure of running a Michelin restaurant. In the past few days, this pressure almost hunched his back. Yang Huan just didn't want them to have such concerns.
"Europeans don't understand the profoundness of Chinese cuisine. If that's the case, then we don't have to cater to their review standards. We can just open our own Chinese restaurant and let them review it. Forget the three-star honor!"
The main reason why Yang Huan said this so proudly was that he had never thought about making money by running Wangjiang Pavilion.
This way of making money is too slow, not as good as the Bitcoin he invested in.
From the time he first asked Zhang Ning to look at and absorb Bitcoin to now, the value of Bitcoin has increased dozens of times.
Although there are still very few now, at least the price has skyrocketed, which is exciting to watch.
"Master Huan, how about you reconsider it?" Huang Tianshun felt that this behavior was too crazy.
I have only ever heard of restaurants trying every possible means to obtain the Michelin restaurant award, but I have never heard of anyone giving up the Michelin restaurant award. If this were to get out, I'm afraid people in the catering industry would laugh at them as fools.
This is equivalent to throwing away a golden signboard in vain!
"No need to think about it, I've made up my mind, to retreat!" Yang Huan was very determined.
Huang Tianshun really felt it was such a pity, "Master Huan, no one has ever rejected the Michelin rating..."
"That's perfect. We are the first one. We have set the precedent. Maybe more will come in the future." Yang Huan didn't care at all and said happily.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Why should Chinese restaurants have to cater to your Western rating standards?
Do they understand Chinese food? Do they know the profoundness of Chinese food culture?
Since you know nothing, why should we lose money to cater to your selection?
Whoever wants to do this kind of thing, can do it, but I, Yang Huan, will not do it!
When Sun Yue heard this, his eyes flashed with a gleam of light, "Wait!"
He looked at Huang Tianshun and said, "Old Huang, you just said that no one has done it before?"
"Yeah, who would do such a thing..." He really wanted to say it was a stupid thing, but he was afraid of angering Master Huan.
"Master Huan is right. That's perfect. We will take the lead in doing things that no one else is doing." Sun Yue said with a laugh.
"Not only do we have to do this, we also have to let the newspapers and the media know about it, and then we can come up with a high-sounding reason, for example, the operating restrictions of three-star restaurants are too harsh, which conflicts with our business philosophy of 'providing customers with the best and most intimate food', so we withdraw!"
"No way?" Huang Tianshun couldn't keep up with Sun Yue's logic.
What is going on?
Yang Huan listened and clapped his hands with a smile, "Yes, this is a good reason, it's quite noble."
Huang Ying had been standing aside, listening to the conversation between her father and Yang Huan and others. She felt that although Yang Huan and Sun Yue's ideas were strange, they were not unreasonable, just a little out of the ordinary.
"I think it would be better to communicate with the Michelin Guide officials in advance before announcing it. After all, they have good intentions in selecting the winners. If we take the initiative to announce it ourselves, it would be like offending them completely."
When Yang Huan heard this, he felt that it made some sense. Otherwise, why do people say that girls are more delicate and thoughtful?
"Yes, this is a good idea!" Yang Huan laughed.
"People always say that girls with long hair have little knowledge, big breasts and no brains. Huang Ying, you have completely overturned this theory!"
Huang Ying's face turned red again.
Is he complimenting my big breasts?
Is it really that big?
Huang Tianshun looked at his shy daughter very awkwardly, then looked at Yang Huan and sighed inwardly.
Master Huan, could you at least give me some face and stop flirting with my daughter in front of me?
Girls can’t be kept at home when they grow up!
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