Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

Lin Ting spent half an hour fiddling around in the kitchen.

Jiang Zong watched as Lin Ting tinkered in the kitchen for half an hour.

The female manager stood aside, spending half an hour ready to rush in and help.

Finally, Lin Ting poured the liquid from the small saucepan into two cups and handed them to Jiang Zong and the female manager respectively.

She looked at them expectantly: "Want to try some?"

She tried it herself and felt that... the kind without additives didn't taste good.

But she thought, maybe those who haven't been poisoned by additives will like it?

As Jiang Zong smelled the sweet aroma mixed with the fragrance of tea, his memories were stirred back to his childhood in Hong Kong.

The female manager didn't think much of it; she was just pleasantly surprised: "I have one too? It smells delicious!"

Oh, Miss Lin is so kind! I really want to steal her home!

She couldn't wait and blew on it a couple of times, then sipped it.

It was a little hot, but its sweetness was undeniable.

The sweetness of milk and the aroma of tea blend perfectly, with just the right amount of sugar added.

It's the perfect drink for the cool autumn weather.

The female manager immediately affirmed, "It's delicious!"

Her eyes were bright, and she stared intently at Lin Ting.

Over there, Jiang Zong also took a sip.

He paused for a moment and said, "It's a bit like Hong Kong-style milk tea, but it tastes better than that one in Hong Kong that's been around for over forty years."

Lin Ting: "...?"

Who does she think she is, daring to compare herself to someone who has run a shop for decades?

Lin Ting looked at the two of them and felt that she had chosen two rather unjust people to taste their food.

She paused for three seconds, then poured the remaining milk tea from the pot into small cups and served them to the other chefs.

The answers were surprisingly consistent.

"Miss Lin's drink is really delicious!"

Even Mr. Zhang, the 52-year-old man who peels potatoes in the kitchen and reportedly lost his sense of taste in an accident thirty years ago, said so.

Lin Ting: "..."

Very well, it's even less believable now.

This isn't market research; it's all about interpersonal relationships and social niceties.

Lin Ting rubbed his forehead, then looked at the chef with a sinister smile after a moment: "How about adding this milk tea to the menu and writing 'Chef's Special Recommendation'?"

The chef's smile froze on his lips: "Well... I don't think that's necessary, hahaha..."

He can't let a cup of milk tea ruin the reputation he's built up through half a lifetime of hard work!

This cup of milk tea poses no threat to his career, but if it's registered under his name, he'll never be able to face anyone again.

"So, since you're a professional, could you give me some advice?" Lin Ting said with a friendly smile, "I always humbly accept suggestions."

The head chef glanced at Jiang Zong.

Jiang Zong: "She is."

Since the young master of the house has said so, he might as well tell the truth.

The head chef stepped forward, picked up the tea leaves and milk, and started making the milk tea himself, saying, "Ms. Lin's idea is excellent, and this milk tea is also nutritionally balanced."

There's a right and wrong way to tell the truth. The employer only asked him to tell the truth, not to verbally resign.

"However, the ratio of tea to milk is not quite right, the amount of sugar is also a bit problematic, and the heat is not quite right either, so the aroma of tea and milk is not perfectly blended."

Lin Ting stood to the side, listening intently.

I get it, it's nothing at all.

The chef hired by the Jiang family at a high salary lived up to his reputation. He made two dishes. Lin Ting could only tell that the steps were different, but if she had to give her opinion... they seemed to be about the same.

The chef poured two servings of milk tea into several small cups, first handing them to Jiang Zong and Lin Ting, and then asking the female manager to give one to the others as well.

Lin Ting took a sip.

Ok?

Even though they are the same ingredients, why can they taste so different?

The first sip was silky smooth and fragrant, with just the right amount of sweetness, tea flavor, and milk aroma.

The second cup has a stronger milky aroma when first tasted, but after swallowing, the lingering tea fragrance remains in the mouth for a long time.

and so……

So it wasn't the pot that had additives.

It is indeed her problem.

I really want to apologize to everyone who was tortured by my cooking skills just now!

Lin Ting nudged Jiang Zong with her elbow and asked him with bright eyes, "What do you think?"

Jiang Zong thought about it carefully for a moment, but still insisted on his opinion: "I like what you did."

Lin Ting: "..."

There's no need to give her so much face.

She glanced at the expressions of the others and gleaned the true results of the survey from their expressions.

Knowing his own culinary skills, Lin Ting selectively forgot the mess he had just made and asked the head chef, "What you're making doesn't seem too difficult. Is this one harder to learn?"

The chef said, "It's not difficult. If Miss Lin wants to learn, I can give you the specific recipe and proportions. Just follow the time and proportions strictly."

"I'm relieved to hear that!"

Lin Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, she couldn't possibly drag the hotel's head chef out to work as a milk tea shop assistant...

If the steps can be precisely quantified, it becomes much simpler.

The chef asked with a smile, "Miss Lin, would you like another drink? Shall I make you another one?"

Lin asked, "Could you make me a cup of coffee?"

"no problem."

It seems that cooking skills are universally applicable; even a casual attempt by the head chef is a million times better than what Lin Ting, an amateur, could accomplish in half an hour.

Of course, cooking is also a magical skill that you can learn just by looking at it, but can fail miserably when you try to do it.

Lin Tingli suspected that this was only superficially simple.

Ten minutes later, Lin Ting and Jiang Zong each returned to Jiang Zong's room with a cup of milk tea.

Jiang Zong asked, "Is this the business?"

Lin Ting nodded: "Yes, let's open a milk tea shop. You'll be in charge of the production and staff recruitment, and I'll be in charge of the operation. We'll split the investment 50/50, and the profits will be 60% for you and 40% for me. How about that?"

Jiang Zong paused for a moment before responding: "I received a bit too much."

The claim that he was in charge of production and recruitment basically meant that he would make a phone call to Uncle Nie, either by drawing staff from the hotel or by directly using the hotel's raw material procurement channels.

In short, it's just a matter of making a phone call.

Lin heard: "I have no connections or knowledge of the processes in the food industry. Although you may feel that you haven't done much, the help your family has provided cannot be ignored."

She just happened to think of a highly profitable business opportunity, but unfortunately, it was outside her area of ​​expertise.

The saying goes that "a trade is like a mountain," meaning that the gap isn't just in professional knowledge, but also in connections and experience.

If she were to explore this new industry on her own, it would probably take three to five months to see any initial results.

Caught in this critical moment of needing to recover funds, Lin Ting chose to offer concessions to buy time.

Jiang Zong said, "Half for each of us."

Seemingly anticipating Lin Ting's rebuttal and realizing he couldn't win an argument with her, he pulled out his mobile phone: "I'll call my father, you two talk."

Lin Ting: "..."

Should we talk to the master?

Then she should change her target for her little milk tea shop.

Setting a modest goal of going public within five years would be a way to avoid disgracing one's mentor, wouldn't it?