Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

Looking at the exquisite pastries on the table, He Ru began to eat them without hesitation. The osmanthus flavor was a little too sweet, but it couldn't compare to those made with fresh osmanthus. After eating one piece, he put it down and drank two cups of tea. If a pretentious person were here, he would more or less say that He Ru drank too much.

The food was eaten, the drinks were drunk, and the spices arrived.

Lan Lian sniffed the spices; they were indeed fragrant. As long as the spices were just right, even a shoe sole would taste good. Chef Fang knew cooking took time, so they sat down and continued their conversation.

Are we discussing whether spices belong to the catering industry? No need to discuss, the answer is yes.

But spices have huge profits, and He Ru might not be able to afford it, so we should recommend it to an acquaintance, and mutual benefit will last a long time.

In the end, He Ru took 20% of the profits from the spice business.

Lan Lian also reluctantly believed that He Ru had this ability.

But there is still a question in my mind: "You are talking about the catering industry, what does this drink refer to?"

He Ru, go ahead and ask. I know the answer to this question. Today's liquor is more or less light, but it can be purified a little.

"This naturally includes alcoholic beverages and iced drinks, but not tea." He Ru believes that there is no need for her to interfere in tea culture. The ancients knew more about tea than modern people, so just let it develop.

Lan Lian was surprised that she still wanted to get involved in the wine business, and was also surprised that she gave up on tea.

Lan Lian: "Wine is also a huge profit. Can you afford it?"

He Ru, don't try to set a trap for her. If it's catering, then it's catering.

"Master Lan, I've already said this before. Wine belongs to the catering business, so naturally, the price won't be negotiated separately. You don't have to question my ability. We can sign a one- or two-year contract, but I'll have to master the technology. If you think my value is great enough, we can also cooperate long-term. However, I won't be able to be as cheap as I am now."

It's a complete conspiracy, it all depends on what Lan Lian chooses.

"Hahaha, Miss He, you're joking. If you rise with the tide, I'm not far behind either."

"In that case, shall we sign a one-year contract first?"

Lan Lian thought for a moment and said, "How about we sign a one-year contract for catering and a five-year contract for spices?"

Hahahaha! The nature of a businessman.

"I won't say much. Let's sign a three-year contract for the spices! You and I will both take a step back and we can work together happily. How about that?"

Lan Lian was not happy about it: "Four years, no less."

"Deal!" He Ru agreed immediately.

"Can I borrow your pen and paper?"

Lan Lian said casually, "Please do as you please."

Don't ask He Ru what to write. The contract is He Ru's confidence. Here she drafted three copies of the contract, with food and spices separated. Because there is no county magistrate's seal, a witness is needed.

Her handwriting wasn't particularly good, but it was neat and clear at a glance. It took her an hour to write six copies. Chef Fang had already prepared the meal and was waiting for He Ru.

He Ru finished writing and immediately showed it to Lan Lian. "No problem, we can sign the contract. The extra copy is because we need a witness, or a middleman."

Lan Lian read it twice and said, "It's very comprehensive. There's nothing to add. You can choose the middleman!"

After thinking about it, the only suitable people are Yi Fengbai and Fu Ning. "Then let's choose Fu Ning!"

"Okay, let's eat first! I'm hungry."

He Ru didn't want to have dinner with them, and she felt a little embarrassed when she saw Qi Changyun.

He evaded the question, "You eat first! I'll go downstairs to check on Yuye."

Lan Lian originally wanted to watch the fun, so how could he allow her to leave? "Since you're here, why not have a meal together? Otherwise, I'll think you're not sincere."

It's true that traditional business discussions are more appropriate over a dinner table. Even if they aren't, they'll still share a meal afterward. This is a Chinese tradition. So what if it's awkward? It'll have to be faced sooner or later, and won't I still have to thank him for the introduction?

Moving to another room on the third floor, everyone who was supposed to be there was already there, except for He Ru and the other two. Qi Changyun, Fu Ning, Yi Fengbai, Lan Lian, and He Ru—a total of five people—all knew each other, so it could be considered a gathering of acquaintances.

Qi Changyun's face no longer had the glow it had in the morning, and he was not wearing the red robe he had worn in the morning, but his usual black robe. He looked even more listless than usual.

Fu Ning was still wearing his usual white robe, looking just as gentle, while Yi Fengbai wore a green robe, looking both noble and elegant.

The two's entrance didn't cause much of a stir. Qi Changyun didn't even raise his head, and Yi Fengbai just looked at He Ru without saying a word. Fu Ning had no choice but to speak: "You're finally here. Come quickly. We're starving. Come quickly, quickly."

When Qi Changyun heard that there were two people coming, he looked up, made eye contact with He Ru briefly, and then looked away.

Lan Lian: "I'm treating you to a meal. What's the matter? Do you have any objections?"

We had clear soup hotpot today, but there were also two stir-fried dishes. I don’t know what they were called, but they were chicken and pork ribs, and they were quite fragrant.

Lan Lian sat down: "Try these two dishes first and see how they taste."

Fu Ning: "What's the story behind these two dishes?"

Lan Lian used the serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of food for each person and said, "You'll know once you eat it. Eat quickly."

It won’t work here without either Lan Lian or Fu Ning.

Everyone tasted it and said, "Wow! This tastes so unique, so fresh and fragrant. Is there any spice?"

Seeing Fu Ning's comments, Lan Lian looked at Yi Fengbai: "Yi San, you say!"

Yi Fengbai put down his chopsticks, like a good student being called out by his teacher: "It's delicious. The spareribs are better, but if you eat carefully, you can still find that the two dishes taste similar. Are they made with the same ingredients?"

After saying that, everyone looked at Qi Changyun, including He Ru.

Qi Changyun looked up, glanced at He Ru, and then said, "It's delicious."

Lan Lian: ...

"No more? Lao Qin~Qi! You're not acting right today! Tell me the truth, did you do something behind our backs?"

Qi Changyun put down his chopsticks: "Even eating can't stop your mouth. You haven't said anything yourself, and you still have the nerve to criticize me."

Fu Ning's attention was diverted: "That's right! Lan Lao Er, why don't you say it yourself? This is unfair. It's like we're being called by the teacher to answer questions. Hurry up and speak!"

Now everyone's attention is on Lan Lian.

Lan Lian was done. He really felt like a student being called out by the teacher: "Ahem, ahem, hm! Delicious, very delicious, absolutely delicious."

He pretended to be passionate, but the other four rolled their eyes more frequently.

Although, He Ru felt that it was a bit unreasonable for him not to say something: "Okay, eat it quickly! It will be too cold if you wait a while."

Fu Ning agreed: "That's right, eat quickly, but I think the chicken would taste better with some chili."

They didn't have the habit of talking while eating, and apart from Fu Ning's occasional comments, no one spoke. Only He Ru could feel Qi Changyun's constant gaze. Lan Lian and Yi Fengbai's eyes were almost locked.