After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

An Yumo and the other two were bored. After a while, they looked upstairs and saw that they had already drunk two pots of tea.

"You're back." She stood up.

"Yeah." Ding Xirui and the other person sat down.

"How is Boss Tian now?" An Yumo asked as he poured two bowls of tea.

"The situation is not very good. His mouth is a little crooked, he can't speak clearly, and the right half of his body can't move." Ding Xirui sighed, picked up the tea bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.

An Yumo twitched the corner of his mouth and looked upstairs again.

Although an accident had occurred upstairs, the guests in the front hall did not seem to be affected, and there were still several tables eating. Looking at the steaming dishes, An Yumo became worried.

"Xi Rui, if a customer likes the food and drinks at the restaurant and comes to eat here often, but then gets sick, should the restaurant be held responsible?"

Ding Xirui paused and poured himself another bowl of tea.

"What do you think?"

"The guests order the food and the kitchen prepares it. It's both ours. If there is a problem, why should we look for the restaurant? It's not the restaurant that forces the guests to come or order food." Xiaoqin said, pouting.

"Yes, does the store owner have to stop the customer from ordering something?" Xiaohu said with a frown.

"What do you think?" Ding Xirui looked at Banxia.

"I can't explain it. If I insist on saying it this way, it makes sense. We are a buyer and a seller, and no one forces anyone. But I always feel that something is wrong. For example, if a customer likes to eat chrysanthemum seedling porridge, but his spleen and stomach are weak, if the store knows it but continues to sell it to him in order to make money, is it wrong?"

"If he were a patient, he would naturally be treated differently," Xiaoqin said.

“But if the customer has health problems, he won’t tell you, just like Mr. Tian above.” Xiaohu said, pointing upwards.

"But, Boss Tian eats here often, and his body shape has become like that. How could the store owner not know that? If they knew, why didn't they persuade him to order more?" Banxia frowned.

"Well... if that's the case, the restaurant is too busy. We have to ask every customer, and every customer has to remember everything. We have to do all this work before ordering. Are we a clinic or a restaurant?" Xiaoqin held up her chin.

"Yeah, how can we do business like this?" Xiaohu also disagreed.

"But I still feel that we can't just think about doing business and making money." Banxia lowered her head.

Xiaoqin looked at An Yumo and muttered, "Miss, what do you think we should do?"

An Yumo didn't say anything, just thinking silently.

If you are just running a restaurant, you will naturally give customers whatever they want. As long as they think the food is delicious, there will be a steady stream of repeat customers, and you can make money, you don't have to worry about so many things. However, if you consider the health of your customers, you should ask them if they are feeling unwell, what they can eat, what they can't eat, and how much they can eat. You should satisfy their appetites while reminding them to maintain their health. As a boss, you have to make money, retain customers for a long time, and not cause disputes over health issues. This is simply too difficult.

An Yumo raised her head and stared at Ding Xirui with her big eyes wide open, which made Ding Xirui feel uneasy.

"Why are you looking at me? Think for yourself." Ding Xirui drank water and turned his face away.

"I just want to open an ordinary restaurant, why do I encounter so many problems?" An Yumo poured himself another glass of water.

"Miss, please stop drinking. You'll feel bloated if you drink any more." Xiaoqin moved her water cup aside.

"That's because the lady is too kind." Xiaohu said blankly.

An Yumo blushed and burst into laughter. Ding Xirui glanced at her and also laughed.

"What's wrong? It's not like that." Xiaohu was a little confused and felt like he had said something wrong.

"Yes, Xiaohu, you are right." Ding Xirui patted her on the shoulder, trying not to smile.

"I'm not." An Yumo curled her lips.

"It's up to you to choose which path to take. The easy one or the difficult one? Even if it's the difficult one, is there any room for adjustment?" Ding Xirui patted her hands.

The midday sun was setting, shining through the windows. The guests of the restaurant finished their meals and left one after another. An Yumo looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, thinking quietly. The tall brother of Boss Tian called a carriage, and the other brothers helped him down the stairs with difficulty. Although Mrs. Tian was no longer angry, her brows were furrowed, and she was still very nervous. An Yumo turned his head and watched them go away, his eyes moving slightly.

"Take your time to think about it. I'm leaving now." Ding Xirui stood up.

"Let's go too." An Yumo also stood up. "Take your roasted goose. You can heat it up and eat it when you get home." She handed over a simple food box.

"Do you want me to come back after you finish eating?" Ding Xirui asked.

"No need. I told you the food box is at Jimin Hall. They will send someone to get it."

"Well, this is good."

"These are all basics. Which restaurant would let customers deliver the food themselves? They would be asking for trouble."

"I am a poor man, how can I have such experience?"

"嘁~"

A few people chatted and walked out the door.