What I want is a Northeastern chef who can cook authentic food and whose aroma can spread far and wide!"
Zhao Dashan opened his small eyes in surprise:
"The barbecue restaurant is closed? We can actually sort it out. You mentioned the issue of ingredients. I'm going out anyway, so I can go to Qi City to look for it. We can just pay for the recipe."
Bi Yue shook her head: "It's hopeless. They say it's Northeast Qi City BBQ, don't we understand? That's deceiving. Blame me. I wanted to make a quick buck, but it was destined to be short-lived."
Bi Yue's eyes went blank for two seconds, then she regained her spirit and continued to discuss with Zhao Dashan:
"So, we still have to be down-to-earth and do things that are not deceiving others. Only in this way can we avoid being imitated by others.
Let’s take another example, barbecue. Have you noticed?
If we had let them eat at a food stall at the same price, no one would have thought it was expensive.
Once you enter the house, the environment is better and the place is bigger, but it seems a bit empty and unpopular!
The specialty of our barbecue is that we can shabu-shabu afterwards, but there are long-established shabu-shabu restaurants in Kyoto. Let alone our novice skills, even if Sichuan hot pot comes in, it would be difficult for us to compete.
Now think about it, it was so noisy and bustling outside. People just loved to join in the fun, so they just followed the crowd.
It looks quite prosperous, but it's actually an illusion, and everyone is just trying to get a taste of the newness."
Zhao Dashan licked his lips and nodded. He agreed that Bi Yue was right.
Bi Yue continued to instruct:
“I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon or the day after tomorrow, and I can’t decide yet.
My uncle went to the city today to meet with a leader in Jixi. Isn't he planning to start a mining business? He wanted to know how things are going in the Northeast. I'm waiting for news.
What about you? There's no need to rush here, no need to worry about getting back to Kyoto to open the store.
You are responsible for finding a chef yourself. I heard that it is useless. The main thing is to try his cooking skills and hope he can make a few signature dishes.
It’s okay for a chef to be pretentious and it’s okay for him to get a high salary, but he must have real skills, do you understand?
It will take one or two months, so you should manage your time yourself. Don't rush to find someone to reopen the business, otherwise you will have to start all over again, which will be troublesome.
Whether you hire a chef or not, I have to find someone to renovate my place."
Zhao Dashan felt that he had taken a big step:
"A Northeastern Chinese restaurant? Is that even possible? Actually, people in Kyoto have similar tastes to us, and they can cook it, too. Also, Yueyue, don't rush into the renovations yet. Wouldn't that be like throwing away all the money you've earned over the past six months? What if I can't find a chef?"
Bi Yue took off her gloves, rubbed her red face with both hands, and said nonchalantly:
"If you can't find it, that's the second plan. It has nothing to do with decoration. You have to install it no matter what you do. The money is spent on the sheep, so it's not wasted."
"What's the second plan?"
"Brother Dashan, have you ever wanted to eat both steamed buns and fried dough sticks in the morning?"
This question made Zhao Dashan stunned.
"Then we'll find a few ordinary cooks and run a porridge shop from 5 a.m. to 10 p.m. To put it simply, we have both hot and cold dishes, more than a dozen types of porridge, steamed buns, and fried dough sticks. You can get everything you need for breakfast at our porridge shop without having to go to several other places."
Actually, I prefer the first one, but if God allows us to continue running a breakfast shop, after running it for a year or two, I want to turn it into a buffet restaurant.
But that's all in the future. First, it depends on the funds and then the situation. I need to have the money to buy the second floor or the next door."
Zhao Dashan's eyes widened: "What?!"
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Bi Yue entered the house and was interrupted by Liu Yafang's constant chatter. She quickly took off her slippers and socks and asked about Goudan's classmates. When she heard that she was sending her classmates out of the village, she nodded.
Liu Yafang asked her to write the steps for making sugar-fried popcorn, saying that her father was having dinner at Uncle Fang's house. Bi Yue didn't even have time to warm up first. She sat there and quickly finished writing and sent her mother away.
Seeing Bi Cheng bringing her a footbath very conscientiously, she looked like an old lady, patted Bi Cheng's shoulder in a proper manner, and said with a smile:
"The child has grown up."
After putting her feet in the basin of hot water, they became a little swollen after a while. Bi Yue sighed comfortably.
I felt so comfortable that I leaned on the kang with my hands and relaxed.
Bi Cheng asked, "Sister, have you finished giving instructions to Brother Dashan?"
"Yeah. Forget it. Talking to him is so hard. How could it be a negotiation? I gave him a direct order. He's too timid."
Bi Cheng said in a muffled voice:
"As you said, renovations and all that, that's going to cost a lot of money, and if we open the store late it'll take two or three months.
If we don't make any money, we might as well just make do with it. At least we don't have to pay rent, so every penny we earn is a penny we can earn. It's a lot easier to carry around with us."
Bi Yue and Bi Cheng sat side by side on the edge of the kang and explained in a low voice:
"You can't think like that. If you just keep wasting your time, you'll end up in trouble sooner or later. Conservative treatment is just like waiting to die.
It's okay, my decision should be fine. After my dad has the surgery, I'll run back and forth to find workers to do the renovations. I can't save money by using broken tables or something.
If you want to do it, you have to learn from your uncle, see?
You have to swallow the bitter fruit yourself. You can't take shortcuts in anything you do. You can't just shoot and run. You have to treat it as a career."
After saying that, Bi Yue lay down on the kang, with her feet still in the basin of hot water, and closed her eyes to take a nap.
Bi Cheng turned his head to look at his sister and asked an important question:
"Do you think Mom can give you money for renovations?"
Bi Yue opened her eyes immediately and looked at the ceiling:
"This is a serious matter, why not give it to me?"
"If you want to buy another house, she can help you. But decorating it is like wearing new clothes. Whether you wear it or not, you are still the same person, right? Mom must think so. Anyway, I think it's difficult."
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