There is still some time before the gourmet festival in province A, Jiang Ci is not in a hurry, she packs a copy of the materials needed by the organizer, sends them by email, and then starts to deal with the problem at hand.

——Solve the current passenger flow in Feng Qianguan.

Increasing the supply of takeaway is one approach, but the most important thing is to increase the places for dine-in. After all, dine-in can best reflect the flavor of Feng Qianguan.

Jiang Ci spent a few mornings running around in City A and settled on a more suitable store location.

The location is three kilometers away from the original small shop, closer to the city center. It is a two-story restaurant at the corner of a commercial street. The area is about four times the size of Feng Qianguan at present. There are three private rooms on the second floor.The rent was so high that it wiped out a lot of her savings at once.

Jiang Ci walked around the upper and lower floors, and roughly calculated that after the store became larger, the customers would not be as crowded as in the small restaurant before, and this two-storey store could probably afford three times the passenger flow of Feng Qianguan at present.

The original owner of the restaurant was a bold middle-aged elder brother who turned to the hotpot business from an outsider. He felt that hotpot was easier to make than other restaurants, so he rented an expensive location generously.

As a result, after a year, he decided to go back home.

The eldest brother planned to sell the restaurant after the new year. Jiang Ci lowered the price several times, but he didn't expect that the eldest brother was not impatient at all, and just looked at her with a slightly worried look.

Brother: "Little girl, you just graduated?"

Jiang Ci thought of the original age, and answered honestly: "Yes, I graduated not long ago."

Eldest brother pinched his fingers and calculated: "I'm at least fifteen years older than you. After all, I'm your senior. After thinking about it, elder brother still has to speak his mind..."

Jiang Ci looked at the other party's hesitant expression: "Well, tell me."

Brother: "Do you know that the catering business is difficult now? Is the money your own? Can you afford to lose it?"

He was also worried, the girl in front of him looked too young, a few hundred thousand was not a small sum, if something went wrong, it would be bad.

"Hehe, it's okay." Jiang Ci saw his elder brother's expression and knew what he was worried about, and said, "Don't worry, I will be responsible for my own decision, I can hold on."

When the elder brother reminded this, he felt that he had exhausted his benevolence, so he didn't say anything else.

Once the contract is signed, everything here is none of his business.

As a result, Feng Qianguan's new store location was decided, and it was officially handed over after the year.However, the shop on the second floor was originally a hot pot business, and it needs to be renovated, and the back kitchen needs to be remodeled, and there is still some time before the official opening.

At the same time, Jiang Ci once again posted a recruitment notice, planning to recruit a few more employees. When the store is changed, more helpers will be needed, and special cash registers, cleaning, waiters and kitchen helpers will need to be distinguished.

After finishing all this, Jiang Ci pressed the calculator.

"...!!!"

Labor, rent, equipment, raw material costs...

Jiang Ci felt like she was about to be crushed by the pressure.

Stress has turned into motivation. These days, Feng Qianguan's guests have clearly felt that Boss Jiang is a little anxious, and the supply has also increased!

It is directly reflected in the number distributed at the entrance of the restaurant before five o'clock every day... there are actually ten more numbers!

This is really a remarkable progress.

In order to prepare for the relocation of the address, Jiang Ci told the regular customers in the museum the news in advance.

The regular customers don't really mind changing locations, after all, the main problem they face is not that the restaurant is too far away, and that they can't get a queue!

Draw the key point: No number can be ranked.

If they can be ranked, even if the restaurant is in another city, they will drive there.

Uncle Zhang looked at Boss Xiao Jiang's slightly sad expression, and asked, "Boss Jiang, are you worried? The rent in that area is indeed a bit high. It's really a bit embarrassing for you to rent two floors."

Jiang Ci nodded: "Yeah, I feel the pressure after I settle the accounts."

Jiang Ci felt a lot of pressure, and thought that someone had finally noticed it, and was about to say a few words, when Uncle Zhang said, "However, the big store is great! Is it easy for me to be ranked!"

The diners next to him said happily: "Yes, yes, it is good to feel pressure, and you will work hard when you are short of money."

"Boss Jiang, hurry up and open a big store! Open to the city center!"

Some people tried to push: "Why only rent two floors, and rent a five-story building! This restaurant is too small, and I feel uncomfortable every day when I line up the number!"

"Boss Jiang, young people, don't be afraid of hard work. As long as you can't die, do it to death. You are the one who wants to make money!"

Jiang Ci: "..."

Jiang Ci knocked on the table: "Order, hurry up."

After the lotus leaf glutinous rice chicken was perfected, Jiang Ci brought the new dishes to the store.

At this time, at the end of the "Today's Menu", there was a brand new menu board.

[Glutinous rice chicken in lotus leaf: 20 yuan/piece]

Uncle Zhang stepped forward, staring at the menu with bright eyes: "I want a new dish today, three chickens with glutinous rice in lotus leaves, and one more pickled Duxian."

...

Early Saturday morning, in the suburban villa area of City A.

The villa area is built near the lake, and there is a beautiful viewing platform by the lake.Early in the morning, Lao Zhao finished Tai Chi on the platform facing the warm winter sun, and returned home refreshed.

He is an entrepreneur in City A. He worked hard when he was young, but when he was old and the business operation had entered a stable period, he also began to pay attention to his body and family.

After returning home, Lao Zhao first drank a cup of soy milk warmed by the nanny, and went back to the bedroom to change clothes.As soon as he returned to the room, he heard his wife's worried voice on the phone.

"Thank you so much, Teacher Wang, thank you for telling me this."

"Oh, we are also really worried about him. Who knows that children are under so much pressure now. Neither his father nor I have experienced this kind of thing."

"Understood, of course we want the child to be healthy and not to put pressure on him."

When his wife hung up the phone, Lao Zhao asked, "What's wrong with the child?"

Mrs. Zhao sighed: "It's still the same, saying that the study pressure is too great, and I don't eat. The medicinal meals and soups we sent, I didn't touch them, and he even gave them to classmates! Just now, my face turned pale from hypoglycemia, and I didn't eat anything.Let the teacher know."

When Lao Zhao heard this, his face immediately became tense: "Is it all right? Let's go quickly? Do you want to send the child to the hospital for examination?"

"Don't!" Mrs. Zhao stopped the anxious old Zhao, "The teacher just said that the school doctor checked him and he is fine. And the child has repeatedly emphasized to the teacher not to tell his parents. It is less than half a year before the college entrance examination, let's not stimulateHis state of mind."

Hearing what his wife said, Lao Zhao didn't dare to go to school to visit his son, and was so anxious that he ran around in circles: "How could this happen... I didn't make such a fuss when I was sixteen? I was so silly at that time,I also feel that the teacher is holding me back and not letting me go out to play."

Mrs. Zhao almost wanted to roll her eyes: "Can your son be the same as you? Have you ever been in the third year of high school?"

Old Zhao: "..."

Old Zhao: "It's not like you haven't read it."

Mrs. Zhao stared at him.

Old Zhao became weak: "Okay. My son is indeed different from me. He is going to enter a prestigious school."

Mrs. Zhao sprayed on perfume, put on a small bag and walked out of the room: "Yes. We also want to be his strong backing. Mrs. Feng recommended me a psychologist who has a lot of research on the academic pressure of teenagers.Go talk."

Old Zhao said "Ouch": "This Feng Pingfeng is reliable, I have to thank him later."

...

After Mrs. Zhao left, Lao Zhao washed his face and temporarily suppressed his worries.

When a person reaches middle age, there are old ones and young ones at the bottom. In addition to the young ones to worry about, his mother in her seventies also crippled his mind.

"Mom, have you had breakfast? Your son will take you to the physical examination in person today. Hurry up and get ready."

Old Zhao yelled at the door of his mother's room, but didn't hear a response, so he walked down the stairs wondering, only to see...the old mother with gray hair sitting in front of the TV with piercing eyes.

The same expression as his son when he was five years old.

Old Zhao: "Mom?"

No response.

Old Zhao: "..."

Old Zhao took two steps closer and said loudly, "Mom? Get ready and take you to the medical examination!"

"Hush! Scared to death! I'm not deaf yet!"

This time, Mrs. Zhao finally came back to her senses. She "shushed" her son in dissatisfaction, and then waved her hand to let him sit beside her.

"In the early morning, what program did you watch so fascinated?" Lao Zhao wondered, and sat down in front of the sofa following his mother's wishes.

As soon as his butt touched the soft sofa, he heard a very familiar name.

Old Zhao: "Fengqian Pavilion?"

Old Zhao looked up at the screen in surprise. What was currently broadcast was the local station of City A. The logo of "Xianwei City A" was printed on the lower right corner of the screen, probably some not-so-famous local program.

"Yes, yes." The old lady Zhao said excitedly, "Do you remember what I told you a while ago, when I went for a walk in the Citizen's Park, I tasted the dishes made by this girl, ouch, the taste is so delicious!"

Lao Zhao had a particularly deep memory of his mother's excitement two weeks ago, but something else interrupted his mind at that time, so he didn't ask which house his mother ate.

It turned out to be Feng Qianguan!

That all makes sense.

Old Zhao said with lingering fear: "I still said, just that time, you sprained your ankle, and you didn't scare me to death." Old people are no more troublesome than young people. Spraining your ankle is a very troublesome thing.

"I'm not too excited." Mrs. Zhao pursed her mouth, "This show is only half an hour, wait a while, I will go to the physical examination after I finish watching."

On the morning of the weekend, Lao Zhao had nothing else to do and was not in a hurry, so he sat on the sofa with his mother and watched TV.

In fact, he was quite curious in his heart. After the Qi Clan's New Year Banquet, Feng Qianguan's name had already spread in their small circle.However, he only asked his assistant to pack a few times, and he didn't dare to go in person - after all, Feng Qianguan often has his acquaintances, if his face is recognized, it would be very bad.

Others can go to Feng Qianguan.

But he can't, because he is Feng Pingfeng's good friend.

In the small circle, the news is well-informed, and Lao Zhao doesn't want to lose this friendship for the time being.

He still remembered Feng Pingfeng's ugly expression at the Qi Clan's annual banquet that day.Before the banquet was over, Lao Feng even left without saying goodbye!

I'm afraid didn't get angry...

Thinking of this, Old Zhao couldn't help sighing.

On the TV, the program started playing.Old Zhao came back to his senses, looked at the screen, and before he knew it, his expression became the same as that of his old mother.

The shooting of "Looking for City A" lasted all afternoon, but the final edit was only half an hour long.

Within half an hour, it was full of exciting content. In addition to the exploration of food culture itself, there were also high-end and atmospheric copywriting to highlight the delicious food, as well as countless mouth-watering close-up pictures.

The beautiful girl is skillful in her movements, and she is preparing pickled fresh meat in a leisurely manner.The fresh ingredients are packed in bamboo baskets, paired with the green water and green mountains in the park, which immediately draws people into the atmosphere of mountains and fields.

The two people in front of the TV were over a hundred years old together, but they couldn't help licking their mouths.

"Mom, this is what you ate two weeks ago..."

"Yes, yes, it's so fragrant. The dance team in the park didn't practice that day, and we all went to her team."

"Boss Jiang's craftsmanship is really extraordinary." Old Zhao felt his stomach growl after having breakfast.

"Really. My son, you really have to try it when you have time. I feel that this girl's food is like magic. It has a power that people can't stop eating, especially this pickled fresh food.It is very moisturizing, and it feels comfortable in the stomach after eating, and I feel calmed down."

Mrs. Zhao recalled, her eyes showing nostalgia.

Old Zhao was stunned for a moment.

The son's anxious and pale face flashed in his mind.

Almost at the same moment, an idea popped up in Lao Zhao's mind.

Old Zhao: "Mom, you said that if I bring the food from this restaurant to your grandson, will he like it?"

"Bring it with you. Remember to bring it home with you." Mrs. Zhao replied casually, her eyes were once again attracted by the picture on the TV——

The marinated Duxian is out of the pan.

Under the high-definition camera, the diners who used to pay attention to Feng Qianguan's homepage were tossing and turning in pain. At this time, it was broadcast to the homes of thousands of citizens in City A through TV.

What's more, the long queues, the dull and intoxicated expressions on the diners' faces after eating pickled Duxian, and the funny snatching behavior... all the more bring out the charm of this pot of soup!

Old Zhao felt itchy, and slapped his thigh: "It's decided, I will queue up early today, and I will definitely deliver Feng Qianguan's dishes to my son."

...

After "Looking for A City" finished playing, Lao Zhao took his mother for a medical examination, then sent her home first, and then set off for Feng Qianguan.

Since their son entered high school, the whole family has been worried about it, and they went out of their way to transfer him from his original school to a better private high school in City A.

My son is quite self-conscious, not lazy or rebellious, but he puts too much pressure on himself, and his grades fluctuate instead.

The college entrance examination is less than half a year away, and my son doesn't go home on weekends, so he lives in school, attends classes and spends time in the library alone.

Lao Zhao counted the time, Feng Qianguan opened at five o'clock, he caught up with the earliest batch, packed the food and took it to school, just in time for his son to eat.

Under Lao Zhao's urging, the driver drove the car very fast, and Lao Zhao arrived in Feng Qianguan not long after.

The driver slowed down suspiciously, and looked suspiciously at the sidewalk of Anxu Road—a long line, starting from the middle of the sidewalk on one side, and going around to the outer corner.

Driver: "Sir, what you're looking for...is this store?"

Old Zhao: "...!!!"

He looked down at the time: "No, it's not four o'clock, so many people!

The driver observed the flow of people and said honestly: "Sir, to be honest, I don't think if you want to queue, you may not be able to queue today."

Old Zhao: "..."

As a last resort, Lao Zhao began to think of other ways.

He got out of the car, pulled the young man who was obviously a shop assistant aside, and planned to solve the problem with money.

He Mingcan clutched his pockets greedily and reluctantly: "No way. I can't do this kind of thing. If I find out, I will be fired by the boss."

"And, look, they are all staring at us." He Mingcan raised his chin, motioning the middle-aged man in front of him to look back.

These days, he has encountered many similar behaviors.

Old Zhao followed his gaze, turned his head, and immediately went numb—dozens of guests lined up, staring straight at his back, and the look in his eyes was not good-looking.

Inside, Lao Zhao also found a few familiar faces, people from their small circle, all wearing Rolex on their hands.

Old Zhao was taken aback, and turned his head in horror.

But things have to be done.

Old Zhao looked at the clerk in front of him hesitantly: "Really... can't you? You don't know, I want to bring this thing to my son. He is in the third year of high school and can't eat anything. Just waiting for this life-saving......"

He Mingcan sighed, and pointed him the way: "You probably won't be able to get in the team today, but at five o'clock, the takeaway will be online, so you might still be able to grab it. We recently served glutinous rice chicken in lotus leaf, butIt’s delicious, and you can order it on takeout.”

Hearing this, Old Zhao nodded, turned around and returned to the car.

He Mingcan watched helplessly...Old Zhao stuffed the things in his hand back into his wallet.

Looking up again, the nearby guests looked at him approvingly.

He Mingcan: "."

What the hell, he is literally working for Boss Jiang with his whole life's perseverance.

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