Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Daddy, I’ll Bend Over and Take My Spanking

Six o’clock.

"Wow, Daddy, this fish looks like a watermelon."

Jiang Liu explained gently, "This isn’t a watermelon. This is lean tuna meat."

"Is it yummy?" Tongtong asked, biting her finger.

"Hold on, I’ll make a plate for you two."

"Yay, yay!"

Tongtong stopped pouring juice and leaned against Jiang Liu, her eyes glued to the wild bluefin tuna on the cutting board.

’She was such a little foodie, and she’d never eaten this kind of fish before!’

Beside them, Jun Qingmeng also really wanted to try it, but she was too embarrassed to ask Jiang Liu to make some for her.

Jiang Liu made a light slice with his small knife, and the tender red meat parted like tofu.

The marbling on the cut surface was like a work of art.

In less than thirty seconds, Jiang Liu placed a dish with about four hundred grams of sashimi on the table.

"You two go sit out front and eat. I’m going to start making the buns."

"Thanks, Daddy! Tongtong’s gonna go eat now, okay?"

"Okay."

Jiang Liu checked the proofing dough and saw that it was about ready.

He quickly began to form the buns.

In the main dining area, Jun Qingmeng and Tongtong gazed at the beautifully arranged plate, eagerly picking up their chopsticks.

"Tongtong, do you know how to eat this?"

"I know, I know! You swallow it into your tummy."

"That’s not quite it~"

Jun Qingmeng picked up a rich, fatty piece of otoro, added a dab of wasabi on top, and dipped it into the dark red, specially made soy sauce.

She placed it on Tongtong’s plate.

"Here, Tongtong, give it a try."

"Thank you, Teacher Qingmeng."

Tongtong was starving and hurriedly popped the pinkish-white piece of fish into her mouth.

"Mmm! So yummy! It tastes so speshul!"

"Tongtong has never eaten such yummy donkey meat before."

With her mouth still full, Tongtong’s eyes lit up as she slapped the table. "This little cutie wants more!"

Jun Qingmeng chuckled and picked up a few more pieces for Tongtong.

"Teacher Qingmeng, you eat too! Let’s eat together."

Not forgetting about Jun Qingmeng, Tongtong copied her and prepared a piece for her as well.

Jun Qingmeng was practically drooling. She didn’t know how Jiang Liu’s tuna would compare to the authentic kind she’d eaten abroad.

But she would always love Jiang Liu’s cooking the most.

Jun Qingmeng picked up the piece of otoro that Tongtong had prepared for her.

As she put it in her mouth, her beautiful eyes immediately widened.

’Shocked.’

’How is this possible?!’

’The texture is incredible!’

’It’s actually even better than the authentic, wild bluefin tuna I’ve had overseas!’

It melted in her mouth. It was exceptionally fatty, and the uniquely fragrant fish oil burst on her tongue. It wasn’t the least bit greasy, thanks to the fresh, sweet spice of the wasabi that cut through the richness.

The specially made soy sauce was also perfectly savory.

Simply put, while preserving the inherent deliciousness of the main ingredient, the wasabi and special soy sauce elevated the flavor to a whole new level.

"Teacher Qingmeng, eat slower. It’s not good for your tummy."

"Huh?"

Jun Qingmeng suddenly realized she had unconsciously eaten half of the plate already.

Her little stomach was stuffed.

The two of them looked at each other and smiled.

’Having a dad like this is the best!’

’I’m liking Jiang Liu more and more.’

The customers outside saw the two of them—one big, one small—feasting through the glass door.

"What’s Tongtong eating?"

"No idea."

"It must be buns, right? Boss Bao’s shop only has buns and juice."

Jiao Shenghua said scornfully, "What’s wrong with your eyes? That’s obviously watermelon."

Then he shouted, "Boss Jiang, are you selling watermel—"

"Holy shit, Boss Jiang is selling watermelon now? The fruit shop next door should just close up shop."

...

The two of them had eaten two-thirds of it.

"Come on, let’s go feed your dad."

"Mhm!"

Jun Qingmeng carried the plate into the back kitchen.

Jiang Liu, busy as he was, glanced at them. "Are you two full? If not, I can make you some more."

Jun Qingmeng’s heart ached for him a little.

Jiang Liu never complained; he just quietly got things done.

Jun Qingmeng picked up a prepared piece of sashimi and held it in front of Jiang Liu.

"You haven’t eaten yet, have you? Let me feed you a bite?"

Tongtong chimed in, "Ahhh—open wide, Daddy."

Jiang Liu shook his head. "No, you guys eat. I’ll have some buns in a bit."

"Alright."

Jun Qingmeng was a little dejected at being turned down.

"Daddy, Teacher Qingmeng is just worried about you. You should accept it." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"This is grown-up talk. Little kids should run along," Jiang Liu said with a wave of his hand.

’My daughter talks too much.’

"Daddy, you! I told you, Tongtong is a *big* kid!"

Tongtong bit her lip, unwilling to back down.

’Daddy’s such a blockhead.’

’This is making this little cutie so anxious!’

Her antics made the two adults smile.

Jiang Liu nodded. "Right, a *big* kid. Go on and play."

"Hey!! You’re tired of me?"

Tongtong picked up a rolling pin, mimicking the expression and tone Jiang Liu used when he scolded her.

"You’re not going to listen, are you? Believe it or not, I’ll hit you so hard you’ll be howling."

"Quick, apologize to Teacher Qingmeng, or else Tongtong won’t know how to hold back!"

The corners of Tongtong’s mouth curled up. "It’d just be a shame about this little butt."

Jiang Liu sighed internally.

’Why does my daughter suddenly seem so goofy?’

’Did I mess up leveling this character?’

Jiang Liu mercilessly played his trump card.

"You can sleep in your own room tonight. Don’t sleep with me. You’re being annoying."

What!

’Daddy, nooo...’

In the next instant, all of Tongtong’s bravado vanished as she begged for mercy.

"I was wrong, Daddy, please! Tongtong was just joking with you! Don’t make me go, I want to sleep with you."

"Here’s the rolling pin, Daddy. You can hit me."

Tongtong pitifully stuck out her bottom and gritted her teeth.

Watching from the side, Jun Qingmeng couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh.

Jiang Liu smiled and waved his hand. "Alright, alright, go on and play."

"Hehe."

’Daddy really can’t bear to part with his little sweetie after all.’

"Daddy, that fishy was so yummy! Can we keep it for ourselves? Let’s not sell it."

Jiang Liu laughed, speechless. "Your eyes are bigger than your stomach."

"Don’t worry. If you want to eat it, Daddy will make it for you."

"Yay! Daddy’s the best! Quick, bring your face to Tongtong."

"For what?" Jiang Liu crouched down.

"Mwah! Smell good?"

"Smells great."

Tongtong looked at Jun Qingmeng and said, "Teacher Qingmeng, you ate Daddy’s fish, so you have to give Daddy a kiss too."

Jun Qingmeng froze, her heart fluttering. "I get to give him a kiss too?"

Jiang Liu shot Tongtong a look.

’Say another word and you can forget about ice cream for the rest of your life!’

Tongtong got the message and scurried away in fear.

After that, Jun Qingmeng and Tongtong finished bottling the juice, placing it in the refrigerated display case in the back kitchen and the fridge out front.

This morning’s plan was the same as always: one thousand two hundred buns and four hundred bottles of juice.

Jiang Liu didn’t plan on increasing the amount; if anything, he would consider reducing it later depending on the situation.

He started steaming the first batch of buns.

While they were steaming, Jiang Liu grated about three pounds of wasabi.

He also wrote on the blackboard: Tuna Sashimi Platter.

Price, one platter: Original price 1800 yuan, now 30% off for three days.

Jun Qingmeng was surprised. "Jiang Liu, isn’t that price a little cheap?"

The ones she used to eat abroad cost several thousand yuan per platter.

And Jiang Liu’s was even more delicious and authentic than those.

The ingredients were fresher than what she had overseas, too.

Logically, it wouldn’t be unreasonable for Jiang Liu to sell it for five thousand.

But then again, she loved this side of Jiang Liu—thoughtful of others and radiating charm.

’I really do like him more and more.’

Jiang Liu glanced at the expectant customers outside the door and shook his head. "This price isn’t low. Even at this price, I’m not sure if it will sell well."

"Most of the customers who come to the shop earn a few thousand a month, maybe ten thousand if they’re doing well. We can’t just focus on the rich; we have to cater to the general public."

’How many rich people are there? Not many.’

’How many ordinary people are there? They’re everywhere.’

Jiang Liu had his own way of thinking.

To put it bluntly, it was a strategy of small profits and quick returns.

But in reality, the profit wasn’t small at all.

With a cost of 1,100 yuan, not including rent and taxes, he could make nearly 8,000 in profit.