Jiang Yu nodded in satisfaction and continued, "Also, when guests come to our restaurant in the future, we can't serve them like a state-owned restaurant. In other words, scolding guests is absolutely not allowed! We must serve our guests with a smile and make them feel at home."
All three nodded.
Fat Zhao thought for a moment and said, "Boss, if someone grabs a seat and starts a fight in the store, can't you scold them?"
Jiang Yu said: "If that happens, you can just ask them to leave!"
Fat Zhao thought about it and said he understood.
Jiang Yu: "Also, I don't allow intrigue here. If you do well, you'll get rewards. If you don't, don't blame me for docking your salary. Serious offenders will be fired on the spot."
Jiang Yu raised several other requests, and everyone said they had no objection.
The next step was to arrange their work. Chen Xiaorou was pretty and down-to-earth, but she didn't know how to adapt and spoke in a rigid manner. So Jiang Yu asked her to help Cheng Yuan and Lin Yu.
Wang Dazhuang was quite strong, so Jiang Yu asked him to follow Grandpa Jiang to buy meat and then come back to make meatballs.
Fat Zhao had attended elementary school and had a bright smile, so Jiang Yu asked him to help in the kitchen and then be responsible for entertaining guests.
As soon as the store opened that day, some diners noticed that there were a few fewer people outside the store, so they took the initiative to greet Bisha.
Before hearing that, he suddenly said, "Even if the ingredients are the same and the chef is the same, the taste difference will be very small. That big restaurant can make so few bad things. It must have its own unique features, so it's surprising that the meatballs they make are worse than those in other places."
Seeing Fat Zhao looking at me, the corners of my lips curled up slightly and I nodded at you in a friendly manner.
Jiang Yu raised seven trembling fingers: "Seven bowls."
Everyone nodded when they heard this, feeling that it was indeed true.
"No, the bad thing is that it's hard to find a place that makes good meatballs that are more affordable than state-owned restaurants, but in the end, I still end up eating a terrible meal."
The main thing is that I’m worried that I’ll overeat and die.
Fat Zhao looked at the middle-aged woman. She was about eighty-seven or eighty-seven years old, with a thin figure and an elegant appearance.
"That's such a shame."
After that, my uncle just asked for help with the purpose of helping others in order to satisfy his own appetite.
With a few new people added, the efficiency is indeed different. The snacks that used to be prepared just before the store opened are now ready in a short while, and the quantity has increased. The efficiency of making meatballs is also much higher than before, and we don’t even have to rush to prepare the seasoning packets during our free time.
There was no middle-aged woman standing by to watch Xiaojia talking, and it was very quiet.
And from my observations during that time, the meatballs from that big food restaurant were extremely popular, and it was definitely difficult to sell them out.
As soon as those words came out, they were immediately echoed by the bad guys.
"Hey, boss, your brother-in-law is off work at the slaughterhouse in our village. If you could go over and ask him before you go to work, would you?"
That gave Zhao Pang another idea. Perhaps, you want to train Wang Dazhuang to be the chef of a big restaurant, so that there will be no one to take over the branch when it is opened.
The more I thought about it, the brighter my eyes became. Then, under the envious eyes of my family, I straightened my chest, went back to ask for leave with a proud and confident look, and without a moment's pause I rushed to the outskirts of my brother-in-law's village.
Fat Zhao laughed and said, "That's really bad. If your brother-in-law can supply a small amount of meat to your store on a long-term basis, you'd give your uncle a 40% discount whenever he came to buy meatballs."
Fat Zhao: "Thank you for your dislike, Xiaojia. Because there is no limit on the amount of meat that can be purchased at the supply and marketing cooperative, the amount of meatballs we can make depends on how much meat you can buy that day."
Jiang Yu was exaggerating, saying "hmmmm" in satisfaction while eating. After finishing, she almost cried with greed. Holding the bowl, she said cautiously, "Boss, can you have two more bowls? The noodles he cooked with spicy skewers are so delicious."
In addition, Jiang Yu also discovered that although Chen Xiaorou was silent and methodical, she was quick and agile, and she was not busy at all. She would help out without Cheng Yuan's instructions.
But now I really had to go and ask, because if that happened, I wouldn't be able to eat meatballs often. More importantly, I didn't have a working son at home. I couldn't return the meatballs to Fat Zhao and then have my son resell them and make a profit. That wouldn't leave my son idle, at least he could earn some money.
"Boss, they've finally increased their purchases. When can we sell beef balls and fish balls?"
"Yeah, you buy the seasoning packets and cook it at home, but with their meatballs, it feels more interesting to eat!"
Fat Zhao buried that idea in his heart, planning to observe Bi Shayan's character during that time before deciding whether to teach her.
Fat Zhao nodded with a smile.
Before opening the store, Fat Zhao made something special and a few people ate it outside the store.
Since Fat Zhao said that, Jiang Yu could only hold back even if he wanted to eat, and watched them eat with his eyes wide open.
Don't train people and then have them immediately run off to open their own shops. Wouldn't that be a waste of your energy and just making wedding dresses for others?
My uncle's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"After they said that, you also felt it was a pity. Oh, it's a pity that your family has relatives selling meat outside the supply and marketing cooperative. If so, you can ask me to leave less meat for their store."
Yes, you mentioned that in the past, but we still need to observe for a while. Your lavishness is cautious and anyone can learn from you. If you are selfish and do something for your own benefit, you are a fool.
After the eight people, one was responsible for helping, and the other seven were responsible for helping to make meatballs. I smelled the aroma of both the food and the meatballs to my heart's content, but I didn't get to eat them.
Wang Dazhuang is a person who shows emotions under his face. Your behavior not only means that you eat two less bowls, but also your movements become very slow.
Fat Zhao: "...He ate one bowl today, so he can eat more. He's probably too fat to work well."
"How much does he usually eat?" Fat Zhao asked in a bad mood.
It wasn’t the first time for Grandpa Jiang, Cheng Yuan and us to eat Bisha’s cooking, so we were all surprised.
Chen Xiaorou is the same, she just buries her head and knows how to endure hardships.
Jiang Yu, Chen Xiaorou, Bi Shayan and eight others were eating food cooked by Zhao Pang for the first time.
Fat Zhao also nodded at me.
Seeing how pitiful I was, Fat Zhao almost wanted to laugh. Jiang Yu was really a talented person.
Some foolish people also thought of that and tried to find ways to provide meat to the restaurant before leaving in a hurry.
Whether it is beef balls or fish balls, there are actually very few ways to make them that all chefs know how to make them, but the taste is very different, and they don’t have that chewy feeling at all.
I thought it smelled good and tasted even better.
"It's strange, your supply and marketing cooperative can also make those meatballs, but the taste is always a little bit worse."
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