The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

Just as he was worrying about how to explain all this to his boss, the boss came running down from upstairs angrily and asked what had happened.

"Wang Xiaoer, what happened just now that made all those regular customers who usually come here choose to turn around and leave and never come back again?"

"They...they said they didn't want to eat chicken today..."

The waiter spoke stutteringly, with a look of confusion and embarrassment on his face.

The boss was confused when he heard this. Don’t want to eat chicken?

This is a really confusing reason!

"Yes, they said they didn't want to eat chicken, but liver. Boss, you know, that's usually eaten by people who don't have money. We don't have it in our store!"

The waiter explained it vividly, even exaggerating it to the point that Jiang Jinhe, who came with the golden dried tofu, looked like a black-faced woman selling black liver.

If Jiang Jinhe were to hear his distorted description here at this moment, she would definitely be surprised, and might even stand up in anger to clarify.

But she was not there, because she was already carrying an exquisite little bamboo basket and sitting in a corner on the first floor of the Fang Family Restaurant, enjoying a moment of tranquility with Aunt Song.

At this moment, she felt a little excited. This huge restaurant did not even provide a decent menu.

If she were running the business, she would never allow this to happen.

From her point of view, this big restaurant obviously has problems in its management. If it were not for the reputation accumulated over the years, its business would have failed long ago!

In comparison, Zuixianlou's target customer group is obviously more high-end, while the Fang family adopts a strategy of expanding customer base, striving to improve quality to attract more customers and compete with the Zhang family in the long term.

But judging by the menu, it seems they will have a hard time achieving their goal.

After all, the words "having a background as a royal chef" are not so easy for ordinary people to ignore.

The interior of this three-story building appears to be in disarray: at the highest point are some luxurious and secluded private rooms for use by dignitaries, with the minimum consumption threshold reaching a staggering twenty taels of silver; in the middle are small single rooms separated by gauze, which are very suitable for private negotiations or gatherings with friends in the underworld; as for the entrance floor, it is the busiest and noisiest place, gathering many people who come to dine and drink.

According to Auntie Song, the place is relatively empty and quiet at noon, but when night falls, the entire floor is quickly filled with customers eager for entertainment.

However, most of those who drink here are friends who do not have much money. They often just buy a small cup to satisfy their cravings and rarely spend more money to order a few side dishes as side dishes.

Because of this, the entire venue always looks particularly prosperous yet intimate.

After learning this, Jiang Jinhe was immediately overjoyed.

She felt as if she had found a gold mine of opportunity and was extremely excited.

Wouldn't this give me more room to use the dried tofu in my hand?

In winter, fresh vegetables are in short supply and the variety of vegetables available on the market is limited. Meats such as beef, chicken, and pork are too expensive to become common food on the tables of ordinary families, which is a great pity for diners.

But the situation with dried tofu is quite different.

The soybeans needed to make dried tofu are not only low-cost, much lower than most vegetables, but if the craftsmanship is sophisticated enough, they can even have a texture and taste comparable to certain meats.

More importantly, the price of dried tofu is much lower than meat products of the same quality, usually only half or less!

Once this delicious and affordable food is put on sale here, it will surely quickly attract many restaurant customers to come and buy and try it.

Although the profit from a single piece of dried tofu is not high, if everyone can buy one or two pieces, the total daily income will still be quite considerable.

In addition, we can continue to develop more diverse and delicious soy products in the future...

If the dining environment and service quality of the Fang Family Restaurant can be slightly improved to make it more elegant and comfortable, it will definitely attract more customers.

The imagined beautiful prospects made Jiang Jinhe unable to believe her eyes. She was full of infinite longing for the future.

As Jiang Jinhe thought about it, his heart beat faster. The originally chaotic restaurant in front of him suddenly became radiant, full of endless business opportunities and possibilities!

However, just as she was immersed in a beautiful dream, "What does the guest want?"

A clear voice suddenly rang out, interrupting her thoughts and bringing her back to the real world from her dreamlike state. Her originally high spirits immediately dropped.

She was clearly aware that she had not yet taken any substantial action to change the status quo.

The waiter in front of him looked to be only in his teens, with a simple and friendly face. He gave people a much better feeling than the waiter he had met before in Zuixianlou, which made Jiang Jinhe feel a little relieved.

She nodded slightly in response, then turned around and handed the menu to Aunt Song who was sitting next to her, and said softly, "Mom, let's see what we should eat."

In fact, after working for a whole morning, the two of them were already starving, and solving the problem of eating seemed to be the top priority.

At this moment, a trace of confusion appeared on Aunt Song's face.

They clearly came here to sell dried tofu, so how come they started discussing ordering food the instant they arrived?

In the luxurious box on the third floor, Fang Ye, dressed in luxurious clothes and exuding a wealthy air, was curiously looking at the head shopkeeper Fang Zhong, who was lost in thought.

"Are you saying that some customers specifically asked for information about new products?"

he asked doubtfully, clearly very interested in the subject.

On the other side, Fang Zhong twisted his hands together, with an expression of uncertainty and happiness.

"Yes, sir. He said he came across the Madam's carriage on the road and was attracted by the aroma inside. Could it be that the Madam has come up with a new recipe and brought it here personally?"

Fang Ye frowned.

"She's a pregnant woman with very strange tastes. What good can she make?"

He thought about it for a moment, then felt confused again.

"But this doesn't make sense. Didn't you say that those people left when they heard there were no new dishes? If the eldest lady really got some good recipes, her carriage should be faster than others. Why hasn't it arrived yet?"

After hearing this, Fang Zhong also replied with some surprise: "Maybe the Madam encountered some delay on the way."

Fang Ye sighed.