Abnormal Gourmet Chronicle-Chapter 1052 - 510: The Three Eating Companions, Part 2
The task of solving the kids’ exclusive little snacks fell on Zhao Cheng’an.
Zhao Cheng’an’s specialty is pastries, which can be made in large quantities for a low cost and can look very cute. Radish cake is pan-fried, while pastries are baked, both cooking styles loved by kids.
What’s more, not only do kids love pastries, but adults also enjoy them.
When An Youyou used to handle the radish cakes, around 4:30 PM when the local primary school students were out, parents would give their kids some money to buy radish cake at Yunzhong Restaurant.
Now, things are different; now parents lead their kids to the restaurant to buy pastries. Kids eat one piece, while parents eat three. Don’t ask; if you ask, it’s because mom and dad have a big appetite.
Kids have a fixed time for getting out of school, but Zhao Cheng’an’s pastry-making time isn’t fixed.
Without any supervision, especially without Master Zhou around to exert pressure, Zhao Cheng’an’s procrastination is severe.
It gets delayed to where the kids have all left school and are waiting anxiously in the restaurant for pastries, yet Zhao Cheng’an hasn’t even put them in the oven.
Yesterday, Zhao Cheng’an was especially delayed. When parents brought their kids to the store, the pastries still needed another half hour to be ready. Some busy parents had to take their children home early to do homework, telling them to come back later if they had time.
But how can little kids understand such things? Quite a few young children immediately burst into tears, sobbing heartbrokenly in Yunzhong Restaurant, turning it into the kind of train carriage every adult dreads encountering while rushing to catch a train.
Qin Huai’s words could be seen as both moral blackmail and a kind of nuclear deterrent, scaring Zhao Cheng’an into promptly abandoning his laziness and rushing back to work, fearing that his delay would cause the children to cry again and make him the renowned "Master Kid-Cryer" of Yunzhong Restaurant.
What a strange nickname.
Zhao Cheng’an ran back to make pastries, while Wang Gen Sheng was still scratching his head over his overly brief food reviews. Sitting by the small table sipping tea, Gong Liang watched Wang Gen Sheng and laughed as he explained on Zhao Cheng’an’s behalf: "Accountant Wang, don’t get upset over what Xiao Zhao said. That’s just how he is, straightforward and blunt."
"I’m not upset," Wang Gen Sheng said. "What Master Xiao Zhao said is true, I really don’t know how to write these things." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
"If Uncle Wang can’t write, then don’t write. I never write food reviews either," Ouyang Duntun chimed in while drinking milk tea.
"Xiao Ou, you... we’re not the same," Wang Gen Sheng ultimately didn’t finish his words but went back to agonizing over his food reviews.
Qin Huai had been at Yunzhong Restaurant increasing his skill level for a week, and during this time, both new and old patrons at Yunzhong Restaurant had been doing well. Every day there were ample and filling breakfasts sold continuously from morning until night, and a few exquisite snacks were dropped in between.
Initially, everyone was a bit sad about Zheng Siyuan’s departure, but due to the continuous breakfast bombardment, many office workers developed serious amnesia, forgetting within a few days that there used to be a well-liked Master Xiao Zheng at Yunzhong Restaurant.
So now the question is, did Qin Huai make any progress in increasing his skill level?
He did, but not much.
When Qin Huai checked this morning, there were still 29 skill points needed for the yeast to level up. The progress could be described as very disappointing, but Qin Huai wasn’t too worried.
Because he was working on both skill level and Wang Gen Sheng’s favorability at the same time.
It’s very easy to increase Uncle Wang’s favorability; just give him some snacks.
First, use the snacks to open Uncle Wang’s heart, then proceed with follow-up interactions. Qin Huai wasn’t trying to raise Wang Gen Sheng’s favorability to a point where he could scam him out of a million yuan.
Mostly, it was about getting closer, letting Uncle Wang open up, and ideally, while opening up, offering some tasks. Since Qin Huai had to make breakfast at the restaurant every day and didn’t have time to have in-depth conversations with Uncle Wang, this task was handed over to Gong Liang.
Uncle Wang had, a while back, immediately hit it off with Gong Liang at a tea party at Luo Jun’s house, making them a perfect pair of the tongue-tied Uncle Wang with the silver-tongued Scammer.
As for how to create opportunities for Gong Liang to interact with Uncle Wang...
Let’s turn our attention to the exclusive snack table for close associates at the Yunzhong Restaurant kitchen door.
Previously, Ouyang and Shi Dadan ate from outside all the way into the kitchen. A small table was set up for them in the kitchen because Ouyang and Shi Dadan have big appetites, especially Shi Dadan, who can keep eating during taste tests.
Rather than eating outside, it was more convenient to eat directly in the kitchen, with immediate feedback while eating.
Sitting at the small table in the kitchen wasn’t necessarily comfortable, as small tables came with small stools, and both Ouyang and Shi Dadan were quite large, initially feeling a bit awkward sitting on the small stools.
But the experience was different.
Eating in the kitchen means you’re a true close associate.
Eating your way into the kitchen is a lifelong pursuit for many patrons.
Think about it: big-name uncles and aunties like Xu Tuqiang, Grandma Ding, and Grandpa Qian can only sit at table number 9, closest to the window, constantly vigilant for freshly made snacks—while you can sit directly in the kitchen and be the first to eat the snacks.
You can choose whatever you want, as much as you want, and after you’ve picked, the remaining ones will be sent to the window for sale.
Even though the kitchen is relatively stuffy, with a poor dining atmosphere and not as bright as outside due to the angle, this is a privilege reserved for close associates.
