Survival rules for restaurants: cooking and eating melons at the same time

"What can I do for you two? Our store is closed. Please come back tomorrow." An Qiao had a smile on her face, but she was screaming in her heart, and she was drawing crosses on the paper with her hands.

"My dear, the pancake with red sugar syrup today was really delicious. I couldn't help but eat it while my brother was out on a case. When he came back and saw it, he felt very aggrieved. I don't want to hurt the friendship between us, so please give me some more money and make a portion for my brother." Wu Huan leaned forward slightly, with a very humble attitude.

Anqiao then put down his pen and said, "I really can't make the pancakes at this time. My head is dizzy from this painting. I'll make some midnight snacks and we can eat together. No need to charge extra money."

Zhao Huaiqing's eyes lit up and he happily sat in the lobby that he had disliked in the morning.

"Qitao, Jinli, take out the cooked dishes, it's time for supper." An Qiao called out to the courtyard, and saw Qitao and Jinli each carrying a basin into the hall, and they were stunned when they saw someone. "They are here to get supper for free, it's more lively if we eat supper together." An Qiao said immediately, as if she could read minds.

The two little ones didn’t care. The lady had prepared so many vegetarian dishes and said they would have them as a midnight snack tonight. So who cares? As long as they could eat them, it was fine.

An Qiao walked into the kitchen, followed by the two children. An Qiao asked, "Can you two gentlemen eat spicy food?"

Actually, Zhao Huaiqing can eat spicy food, but he prefers sweet food, so he asked eagerly, "Anything sweet?" An Qiao was most afraid of dogs in her life. When she saw Zhao Huaiqing looking like a puppy, she immediately ordered Qi Tao, "Go to the backyard and serve tomorrow's ice jelly, one portion for each person."

He also instructed Jinli to put all the dishes into two prepared large casseroles and blanch them several times to make the flavor stronger.

Thinking of the two people looking exhausted, she added a little sugar to the batter she had just mixed. After a while, she made pancakes one by one.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the three of them finished the work at hand and sat around the table.

Today's midnight snack is two flavors of Bobo Chicken, wheat cakes and a portion of ice jelly for each person.

Zhao Huaiqing and Wu Huan were both stunned. This looked too fragrant. No, it smelled fragrant too.

The Bobo chicken with Sichuan pepper flavor is crispy and numbing. Lettuce, lotus root slices, chicken, duck and goose innards, potatoes, tomatoes, chicken wings, everything is wrapped in green sesame oil. Every bite feels like an electric shock. It is so delicious that I can't stop eating. I feel like my tongue doesn't belong to me when I stop.

The Bobo Chicken with red oil flavor is quite spicy, and paired with a piece of pancake, it is a constant challenge to your taste buds. The oil is soaked well, and all the dishes are dyed with a bright red color, which arouses great interest and makes people want to eat one bite after another.

The few people couldn't stop eating until they were less hungry and there was still half a pot left in the pot. Then they slowly drank the ice jelly. It was the first time for Zhao Huaiqing and Wu Huan to eat ice jelly, especially Zhao Huaiqing, whose eyes lit up again and again, "Young lady, your cooking skills are really great."

An Qiao had been praised so much that she was a little immune to it. She just asked, "How do you feel about these foods?"

"It's hot in the summer, and this kind of non-hot food is already popular, plus these ingredients, the lady is really amazing, and the pancakes are delicious too, very much to my taste, but it may be a bit worrying for customers who don't eat spicy food." Zhao Huaiqing ate another string of chicken wings and said while taking a breath.

"I think this is the best. Everything the young lady cooks tastes good." Qi Tao was now praising An Qiao without thinking.

"I think it's delicious, but your shop is a little small. If this dish is not available for takeout, there won't be enough space for many tables in the store." Wu Huan's voice was low, and his dark eyes almost scared Koi several times.

An Qiao nodded immediately. Yes, now they are short of staff, the menu is not prepared, and the dishes are also random. The three of them can only be busy with breakfast and some take-out food, but they are sold out every day. It is time to renovate the store and add some staff, otherwise it will be extremely difficult to make it bigger and stronger.

But thinking of this, An Qiao remembered the logo that made her scalp tingle and sighed heavily.

Wu Huan asked again, "Were you drawing just now? I am a portrait artist in the Dali Temple. I know a little about drawing, so maybe I can help you draw something."

An Qiao's eyes lit up, it was really like sending a pillow just when I was sleepy.

"I want to make a signboard with some characteristics to prevent every household from having it or copying it. Later I want to make some small food boxes and small kettles with printing on them."

"What kind does the young lady want?" Wu Huan asked again.

An Qiao actually just thought about this. Aren’t there photos of the managers and founders of many brands in later generations? Although there is no such thing as portrait rights nowadays, printing your own portrait is probably the best anti-counterfeiting mark.

"I want to draw a picture of the three of us siblings and print it on the sign. If anyone copies it or pirates it in the future, when others come to eat in our restaurant they will know that the three of us are the authentic ones." An Qiao said proudly, completely ignoring the fact that several people were already frowning.

Although An Qiao has been here for several years, some modern thinking has not changed. This portrait of her is being held by all kinds of people, which is a bit too open. You know, even if the people of Dayan Dynasty are open-minded, this is a bit "reckless". This young lady and young scholar holding portraits of several young men and women will surely be torn into pieces by their fiancés and fiancées.

"This is not appropriate, young lady. You have to consider your reputation." Zhao Huaiqing spoke at the right time.

An Qiao calmed down and thought about it, and realized that this was indeed the case. What should she do then?

"My dear, wouldn't it be better to just draw a small map of this Kyoto restaurant? It would be anti-counterfeiting and could also provide directions. Although drawing a large feng shui map is against the law, there would be no problem in drawing this small branch road and adding the locust tree in front of the restaurant." Wu Huan said with a smile.

An Qiao felt that she had met a savior today, and without caring whether Wu Huan could eat it or not, she gave him several more skewers of Bobo chicken.

"Well, this painter from the Dali Temple, how much silver do you want to help me paint this sign?" An Qiao organized her words.

"Tonight's midnight snack is the expense. My name is Wu Huan, and his name is Zhao Huaiqing." Wu Huan said with a smile, even though the dark eye sockets made An Qiao feel that he looked a bit like a Q-version zombie.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Wu and Mr. Zhao. If you are really hungry after leaving the restaurant late at night in the future, you can still come to our restaurant for a meal." An Qiao suppressed the ecstasy in her heart and said with a smile.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they chatted for a while about all sorts of things. Wu Huan and Zhao Huaiqing also learned that An Qiao was an imperial chef from the palace, and they felt that the meal was delicious for a reason.

The laughter lasted until midnight, and then everyone dispersed. An Qiao thought about having to get up early to make breakfast tomorrow, and felt desperate. She secretly vowed to make money, hire people, renovate the house, and realize her goal of sitting and collecting money as soon as possible.