Divorced Dad's Gourmet Shop

Chapter 471: Chapter 370: Lu Cuisine’s Pulled-Thread Potatoes and Sweet Potatoes

For one, this was a son-in-law he was satisfied with. For another, his son-in-law’s cooking was just too delicious.

Jun Xinghe didn’t mind running back and forth in the slightest.

...

Putting down his phone, Jiang Liu looked up at Wang Cheng, slightly stunned.

"BURP~"

Wang Cheng let out a satisfied burp. He’d eaten half of the moo shu pork and Four-Joy Meatballs that Jiang Liu had given him, and packed the remaining half into a container.

Seeing this, Jiang Liu was speechless.

"Lawyer Wang, you visit my restaurant, and you think I’d let your wife go without?"

Wang Cheng looked a little embarrassed and waved his hand. "It’s fine. My wife doesn’t eat much. This is enough."

He felt that food of this caliber was just too precious.

It felt a bit excessive to always be asking Jiang Liu for some.

"Alright, that’s enough. Just wait here, I’ll get something for your wife."

Without waiting for a reply, Jiang Liu strode into the kitchen.

Wang Cheng was touched.

’Boss Jiang really treats me well.’

"Jiang Liu, don’t get too much!" Wang Cheng called out.

"I got you some ham, tuna, and the five leftover steamed buns."

The steamed buns were made with flour purchased from the Gourmet Album.

They were soft, fragrant, and delightfully chewy.

"Alright, then I won’t stand on ceremony!" Wang Cheng said, happily taking the bag. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll head out. I have to get to the courthouse this afternoon."

"Go on, get to your work."

After Wang Cheng left,

Jiang Liu went to the kitchen and washed all the pots and pans until they were spotless.

Then he began preparing ingredients.

This afternoon, he planned to make a dish from Shandong cuisine: Candied Sweet Potatoes and Potatoes.

This was a delicious dish loved by the elderly and children alike.

It was mainly made with sweet potatoes, potatoes, and sugar.

The description in the Shandong cookbook read: Candied Sweet Potatoes and Potatoes, a famous dish of the Shandong culinary school, is a visual, aromatic, and flavorful masterpiece. A sweet treat, it has a clean, sugary taste, a crispy exterior with a tender inside, pulls into endless threads of sugar, and has a crystalline sheen...

He read through the preparation steps once.

Jiang Liu got ready to go buy some sweet potatoes.

Before heading out,

he felt compelled to check on the new restaurants’ performance.

After the Tongtong Restaurant brand was established, an independent finance department had been set up, staffed by people from Ren Qingqing’s side.

The bank card linked to the point-of-sale system was the company account.

Only Jiang Liu had permission to view and manage it.

Jiang Liu opened the custom software he’d developed to check.

Branch Two’s current revenue was 31,000.

Branch Three’s current revenue was 25,000.

He casually scrolled through the numbers.

Jiang Liu was very satisfied.

Such high revenue from just the lunch rush showed that the two new restaurants had enormous potential.

There was definitely a large customer base nearby waiting for him to tap into.

After all, this was only the first day of business.

Moreover, Jiang Liu hadn’t spent a single dime on advertising.

’Not bad. The two restaurants are on the right track. Now I need to watch the repeat customer rate.’

The most important thing for a food and beverage business is repeat customers.

Even if a restaurant is packed with customers on opening day, that’s just superficial success.

Customers might be eating with smiles on their faces, but in their minds, they’ve already blacklisted your restaurant a hundred times over.

’Let’s calculate the profit.’

Jiang Liu took out a calculator and did the math.

Branch One’s revenue was 52,000...

Not counting his original restaurant, the total lunch revenue for the three new branches was around 110,000.

After deducting costs of a little over ten thousand at most, he had a net profit of ninety thousand.

However, he had to give forty percent of that ninety thousand to Jun Xinghe.

Of course, employee wages, store operating funds, and so on were not Jiang Liu’s sole responsibility. Jun Xinghe was responsible for forty percent, and Jiang Liu for sixty.

For any future restaurants, the split would be the same: Jun Xinghe covering forty percent of the costs, and Jiang Liu sixty.

All in all, Jiang Liu wasn’t getting the short end of the stick. If he were to open these restaurants by himself, the process would have been much, much slower.

And that wasn’t even counting the help from Jun Xinghe’s connections.

"Boss Jiang, heading out to buy something?"

"Yep."

Jiang Liu replied casually.

"Boss Jiang, you’re so young and promising!"

"Are there any new dishes this afternoon, Master Jiang?"

"Your food is amazing! Are you interested in a partnership?"

Many well-dressed executives at the door wanted to strike up a conversation with him.

Jiang Liu didn’t break his stride. He gave a few noncommittal replies, got in his car, and headed to the market.

*

「Inside Jun Xinghe’s office at Huaxia Pharmaceutical.」

Jun Xinghe was chatting with Yang Zhengwu.

The two were in completely different industries and didn’t interact much on a normal day.

Yang Zhengwu stood and personally poured Jun Xinghe a cup of tea. "Brother Jun, have a drink, wet your throat."

His face was a mask of sycophancy.

All the bravado he had when cursing Jun Xinghe behind his back was gone.

Truth be told,

Yang Zhengwu had been a man of great integrity and unyielding principles since he was young.

That is, until Jun Xinghe shared half a pound of ham with him.

From that moment on,

Yang Zhengwu decided to change his ways.

Jun Xinghe was gloating inwardly. He gave a faint nod. "You’ll handle this matter on my behalf, then. Any problem with that?"

"No problem, Brother Jun! You can leave it all to your little bro!"

Yang Zhengwu immediately slapped his chest in assurance.

"Heh." Jun Xinghe was about to stand up.

Yang Zhengwu scrambled to help him up. "Easy there, Brother Jun."

"Mm."

Jun Xinghe stood up and stretched.

"Alright, you can go now. I’ll let you know if anything comes up."

"You got it!"

After taking a few steps, Yang Zhengwu paused.

He suddenly turned, trotting back with a fawning smile. "Brother Jun, could you maybe take me along to eat tonight?"

He wanted to tag along for one of Jun Xinghe’s meals, an idea that had been brewing for quite some time.

Jun Xinghe hesitated for a moment, thought about it, but still refused. "No, I’m meeting someone else. It wouldn’t be appropriate to bring you."

"Oh, alright then. Maybe next time."

Yang Zhengwu clicked his tongue. His cravings were acting up again. He hadn’t gone for lunch, and now he was absolutely desperate for a taste.

"However..." Jun Xinghe’s tone shifted. "You can send your secretary over. I’ll set some aside for you then."

"Huh?! Thank you so much, Brother Jun! From now on, you’re my one and only big brother!"

Yang Zhengwu was so thrilled he nearly fell to the ground to kowtow.

"Brother Jun, will there be Four-Joy Meatballs? I heard Boss Jiang was selling Four-Joy Meatballs and moo shu pork today..."

Yang Zhengwu all but had "I WANT SOME" written on his face.

He’d seen countless friends showing off their Four-Joy Meatballs and moo shu pork on social media today, and it had made him curse them all out in frustration.

"Er..."

Jun Xinghe thought for a moment, then began spouting nonsense with a perfectly straight face.

"That’s hard to say. For lunch, my son-in-law sent over more than twenty Four-Joy Meatballs and five pounds of moo shu pork. As for tonight, who knows? You know my son-in-law, he’s always sending me something new."

"There’s nothing I can do. You know, my son-in-law works so hard, but he still thinks of me, his old father-in-law. How could I keep making demands on him? Sigh~"

???

’You know?’

’Know my ass!’

A wave of jealousy, and a particularly potent one at that, washed over Yang Zhengwu.

’Holy crap.’

’Your son-in-law sent you over twenty of the same Four-Joy Meatballs that other people treat like precious gems?’

’He sent you five pounds of the moo shu pork that other bigwigs can’t even bear to finish?’

’Are you a damn food vacuum?!’

He looked at Jun Xinghe’s smug face, a shameless expression trying to pass as nonchalant, and his blood pressure spiked again.

Yang Zhengwu took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Brother Jun is right. As their elders, we should be content that the younger generation is filial. We can’t always be troubling them..."

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