The richest man went on a blind date, and his 19-year-old daughter wanted to support me

In the early morning after the rain, the air is moist and fresh.

Sunlight shines on an eight-story building near the CBD area, with a golden "Moody's" sign on the roof.

It shines brightly under the sunlight.

The sign at the entrance of the courtyard reads the company name in a slender and elegant artistic font: "Moody Catering Management Co., Ltd."

There were more than a dozen vans shuttling back and forth in the yard, and the scene of loading and unloading goods was in full swing.

At the front desk on the first floor of the office building, a lady in professional attire saw a middle-aged man and a young girl walk in.

She reflexively gave a professional smile and greeted softly.

"Good morning, sir. May I ask... please..."

Soon, she couldn't laugh anymore and her speech became halting.

She stood up with a panicked look on her face and shivered slightly uncontrollably.

She recognized that the middle-aged man was the richest man Chu Hang.

She never dreamed that one day she would be so close to the richest man, almost within her reach.

"Good morning, is Boss Moody here?"

Chu Hang smiled at her. "...They spent the whole night researching the dishes. He was still here just now. He should go back to the office to rest now... Otherwise, I'll call him to pick you up."

The receptionist was well-trained and after a brief panic, she quickly calmed down.

"Let him sleep a little longer. Do you think there is anyone else who can show us around?" Chu Hang asked kindly.

Soon, Moody's girlfriend Qiao Xiaoxiao trotted to the front desk.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead with a tissue and greeted them with a smile: "Hello Uncle Chu, hello Xiaoyan."

Xiaoyan held her hand and complained, "Your Moody is really something. He invited us to visit the company, but he went to sleep. What kind of thing is this?"

Qiao Xiaoxiao explained, "I'm really sorry. Last night, some chefs from other places came to exchange cooking skills. They each cooked six dishes and talked for a long time. They didn't rest until five in the morning. Moody waited until eight o'clock to wait for you. I saw that he was very tired, so I asked him to go back and rest first."

"Let him rest. Let's see what dishes they cooked last night."

Chu Hang found it interesting. He imagined that Moody's cooking exchange last night must have been like a competition between martial arts masters.

Then, the cooking skills demonstrated must be his signature skills, and he was very interested in taking a look.

However, since I'm here, of course I have to take a whole tour first.

"The second underground floor is a kitchen utensil warehouse, and the first underground floor is a food and condiment warehouse and a cold storage."

Qiao Xiaoxiao introduced, "Now there are designated suppliers coming to deliver goods early every morning. It's quite chaotic now. Let's go upstairs and take a look."

The three of them went up the stairs, checking each floor one by one.

The second to sixth floors all have the same restaurant kitchen layout, with large refrigerators neatly separating the open kitchen worktops.

The rows of fully automatic cooking machines look not only clean and tidy, but also quite imposing.

The kitchen helpers have already started washing and picking vegetables, and they have to work until ten o'clock.

The chopping board master then comes in to start processing the ingredients, and the semi-finished products will be left to the chef to cook into finished dishes.

Going up to the eighth floor, the layout here is different from the other floors.

There are offices, restaurants, lounges and laboratories, as well as an operation room dedicated to Moody.

A dozen dishes were laid out on a dining table, but barely touched.

It seems that when the chefs were discussing last night, they just tasted a few bites and didn't really eat it as a meal.

Looking at the table full of dishes, Chu Hang was a little disappointed. He thought it would be some amazing secret dish.

What were on the table were just the most common home-cooked dishes, such as fried rice with egg, spicy and sour shredded potatoes, stir-fried pork, and even fried peanuts.

"Are these the only dishes?" Chu Hang asked suspiciously, "Can they discuss these dishes all night?"

Qiao Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "No matter how complicated a dish is, it is evolved from basic techniques. Although home cooking is simple, it takes a lot of effort to make it delicious. The chef's control is also obvious at a glance."

She pointed at the hot and sour potato shreds and said, "Look at the potato shreds cut by this customer. The size is exactly the same, with a deviation of less than a millimeter. Moreover, the customer is very skilled in controlling the oil temperature. After several hours, the potato shreds are still bright and fresh. Just from this one trick, I know that the customer is very experienced."

Chu Hang nodded repeatedly. He sighed and said, "After your comments, I suddenly understood. It is true that laymen watch the excitement while experts see the doorway."

Qiao Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "I heard from Xiaoyan that Uncle Chu is also an excellent cook. Xiaoyan likes your dishes the most. They are not worse than those in restaurants."

Chu Hang smiled and shook his head: "I am just an enthusiast at best, not as good as a professional chef. Xiaoyan has feelings for the dishes I cook, which is not objective and fair enough."

Xiao Yan said with a smile: "I don't care what you say, I just think that the food you cook is the best in the world."

Chu Hang laughed up to the sky: "Although I know you are complimenting me, I feel very comfortable listening to you."

The two girls laughed along.

Suddenly, Moody ran into the restaurant with sleepy eyes and apologized guiltily: "I woke up after the alarm rang twice. I'm sorry, I..."

"It goes without saying."

Chu Hang interrupted him and pointed at the dishes on the table, "I already know that you had a sparring match with a master last night. That's a big deal for a chef. We're just here to visit and see if there's anything we can do to help you."

Seeing that Chu Hang was in a good mood, Moody felt relieved and gave him an honest smile.

He rubbed his face and said, "I asked you to come here, firstly to inspect and guide our work, and secondly to report on our work."

Chu Hang patted his shoulder and said, "I'm just lending you money, I'm not your boss, you don't have to report anything to me. Just do it according to your own ideas, don't worry about me. Are you facing any difficulties now?"

Moody replied, "Everything is going well now. I just feel that it is going too smoothly. I feel a little uneasy. I am afraid that I have not discovered the crisis. I want to ask Uncle Chu to help my company diagnose it. Only then will I feel at ease."

Moody's is very unconfident, perhaps because he has suffered too many setbacks in the past.

Even in the face of success, he dared not be optimistic.

Chu Hang understood Moody's pressure, and asked, "I'm not an expert in cooking, so I can't give you any advice. How is the takeout going?"

Moody replied: "Now our takeaway sales are far ahead in Shenzhen, with a daily turnover of more than 500,000. The chefs on the six floors are so busy that they can hardly keep their feet on the ground."

Chu Hang raised his head and did some calculations: "If you add your four physical stores and group purchases, your annual turnover should be able to reach 500 million, right?"

Moody nodded with a smile: "The general manager and I have also calculated it, we should be able to achieve it."

Xiao Yan praised: "That's amazing, you will be a billionaire soon."

Moody shook his head quickly: "This is just the turnover, not the actual profit. My profit margin is only 12%, and I haven't made 100 million yuan, but I am very satisfied. Thank you Uncle Chu for your guidance and support. Without your help, I would not have achieved what I have today."