Zhao ng never wants to deal with these suppliers.
The main reason is that he knows he's just soone who cooks in the kitchen and has never helped sell anything to custors; he's always just followed the order sheet to cook.
No work, no reward.
And Zhao ng is like this with Pang Bowen, with the store's purchasers, and with others as well.
At work, he is very particular, but in private, he interacts however he feels like.
It's precisely because of this that people gradually get the impression of him being like a coffin lid.
They think he's straightforward and difficult to talk to.
But on the other hand, people generally think he's reliable and trustworthy, soone worth knowing.
Zhao ng handed the wine to Fu Yu and asked him to help return it to his room.
Then he slipped out the back door to make a call to Pang Bowen.
Pang Bowen quickly answered the call. After hearing Zhao ng ntion the gift, he couldn't help but laugh: "Oh, Chef Zhao, you're being too polite! Don't say we're good friends; even if we were just regular friends, knowing soone's birthday is coming, you'd definitely send a gift. Don't think too much about it!"
There's an age-old principle: you owe sothing if you eat or accept sothing from others.
Listening to Pang Bowen's cheerful voice on the phone, Zhao ng took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Boss Pang has a big business, so I'm sure this small amount isn't a big deal to you, but I'm grateful for your kindness. This wine really is a bit too precious."
This ti, Pang Bowen didn't laugh, and his tone carried a hint of sincerity: "Actually, I've always wanted to find an opportunity to invite you for a al. Not to talk about work, just for us to hang out privately. We've known each other for so many years, and thinking carefully, it seems we've never actually eaten together."
"This wine is just my little token; you shouldn't feel any pressure. I didn't spend much on it initially—it was a gift from a friend. My high blood pressure is quite serious, and the doctor advised against drinking it, so it's just sitting here."
"I truly think you're a decent person. We've known each other for years. If not old friends, at least we have a pretty good relationship. Seriously, when you have ti, we should find a place to have a al and chat. How does that sound?"
Zhao ng exhaled: "Alright, I'll see when I have ti."
...
During the afternoon al, Fu Yu sliced up the Jinhua ham, the hotel sausages, and the pine nut small intestines he brought back yesterday.
Everyone had a lively al.
After eating, Yao Shi called Fu Yu over for a private chat.
"Xiaofu, tomorrow I have two loyal custor orders here, so I'm not going anywhere. You head over to the music restaurant. The previous vegetarian set nu was nice, but it was a bit monotonous. Take a look to see if you can co up with a few more dishes. If you need anything, talk to Zhang Zhen and aim to finalize the nu before it reaches October first."
Fu Yu responded, "Alright, I'll head over tomorrow."
Fu Yu wasn't worried about taking a leave, as Yao Shi had his back, so he wasn't afraid of any checks.
Unexpectedly, he then received a ssage from Liu Yici.
Liu Yici had sothing for him and wanted to call him but was worried he might be busy, so she specifically asked first.
Fu Yu quickly inford Zhao ng and went to a quiet place to make the call.
He had a very good impression of Liu Yici.
On one hand, because Liu Yici was wealthy, a rich woman.
On the other hand, because Liu Yici was genuinely nice. Despite knowing him for a short ti, she had already introduced several clients to Fu Yu.
As soon as the call connected, Liu Yici cheerfully greeted, "Xiaofu, how have you been? Hope I'm not disturbing you?"
Fu Yu replied with a smile, "Not at all, Sister Liu, do you need anything?"
Liu Yici got straight to the point: "I just wanted to ask if you know any reliable nutritionists?"
Fu Yu was taken aback: "Nutritionists?"
Liu Yici said, "Yes, nutritionists. I have a girlfriend who's been afraid to eat anything to lose weight, and after over half a year, she's now damaged her stomach. Her doctor suggested she recuperate through dietary therapy, but I really don't know anyone in this field. After asking around, I thought of you. Do you have any friends who are nutritionists? As long as they're professional and good at cooking, money isn't an issue. My friend's family is very wealthy, and she'll definitely offer a higher salary than ordinary nutritionists."
Hearing this, Fu Yu's eyes lit up.
Having money is good!
A nutritionist just needs to make reasonable al plans according to the client's needs.
In essence, it's dietary therapy.
And what dietary therapy is more professional or beneficial to the body than dicinal cuisine?
Especially since this client is a wealthy woman.
Fu Yu had a fixation on earning money and believed the more, the better!
Fu Yu eagerly proposed, "Sister Liu, I can make dicinal cuisine, and for your friend's situation, I should be able to do dietary therapy for her."
Liu Yici was quite surprised: "Really?"
Fu Yu boasted a bit, "Really! In the past, among my custors, there were clients with anorexia. They usually couldn't eat anything, but when they ca to the restaurant, the dishes I made for them were particularly appetizing. He's now one of my regulars, and his family often brings him to the restaurant."
Liu Yici exclaid in delight, "You even know dietary therapy?"
Fu Yu explained, "Actually, so-called dietary therapy is just dicinal cuisine. It 'rges dicine with diet,' making dicine into food and giving food dicinal properties. dicine relies on food's strength, and food enhances dicine's power; they complent and enhance each other."
Liu Yici: "!"
That sounds so professional!
Fu Yu continued, "For your friend's situation, we can first customize a specific dietary health plan to slowly adjust, as dicinal cuisine, though effective, works slowly and requires long-term commitnt."
Liu Yici decided, "Alright then, Xiaofu, will you be at the restaurant tomorrow? If so, I'll bring my girlfriend over. If she finds it suitable and you're willing to take the job, then it's settled."
Fu Yu thought it was coincidental and responded with a smile, "Yes, I'll be at the music restaurant tomorrow, so you can bring her over directly."
After hanging up, Fu Yu felt quite happy.
Returning to the kitchen in a cheerful mood, his phone vibrated again.
It was a ssage from Liu Yici: [Xiaofu, could you do a favor and send the sentence about dicinal cuisine you ntioned earlier?]
Fu Yu's first reaction was that Liu Yici probably wanted to post it on her social dia again.
He sent the exact sentence he said to Liu Yici.
Liu Yici quickly replied with a [fiery red lips] emoji.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, Fu Yu took the ti to check his phone.
Liu Yici updated her social dia with a new post.
Picture: a bowl of chicken soup.
Text: ["rging dicine with diet," making dicine into food and giving food dicinal properties. dicine relies on food's strength, and food enhances dicine's power; they complent and enhance each other.
Casually eating so dicinal cuisine; a woman should treat herself well (heart).]
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