Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1820 - 1661: Good Wine Needs No Bush

Near noon, Secretary Wang called the health physician:

"Director Wang, the leader is arriving around one o’clock. Will that be convenient for you?"

These arrangements were made in advance, so convenience wasn’t really an issue. Doctor Wang knew what he wanted to hear and glanced again at the short moxa stick that had already burned to ash beside him:

"The leader is welcome to come as planned, but it’s best to eat half an hour early and not overeat."

As the weather is currently hot and afternoon work starts at 3 PM, Wang Qing checked the schedule and went to the kitchen to ask the chef:

"Is lunch prepared?"

The leader just wants to eat a few steamed buns for lunch. How could that not be arranged properly? The new flour from this year’s wheat was particularly fragrant when made into buns.

But the fewer the requests, the harder it is to get it right. So the chef double-checked: "Is it really just that?"

Wang Qing paused: "I also have some crushed white fungus. Add more water when it’s simmered, and use less rock sugar."

The chef understood; the leader rarely drinks sweet beverages, nor does he like them too thick. Adding more water, he treats it like a drink and finds it refreshing.

With all instructions given, by noon, people in the entire building gradually dispersed. Wang Qing checked the nearly empty health pot, added more water, brewed the tea again, and knocked on the office door:

"Leader, it’s time for lunch."

He lifted the paper bag by his side: "All sorts of small dishes are ready. I specifically asked the chef to steam some buns for you; please have a simple meal."

They arrived at the small dining room, where the staff had already set up steamed buns and white fungus soup for lunch.

In case the leader wasn’t satisfied with the meal, a few dishes of varied pickles were also laid out. In addition, there were several empty plates that Wang Qing placed one by one, pouring in various little jars of pickles from the bag.

The cool air from the air conditioner quietly delivered the fresh wheat aroma from the steaming hot buns.

And the leader gestured to him:

"Stop fussing around, sit down and join me."

Then the first chopstick reached for the tofu cheese: "Let me see the level of tofu that can make someone drive over weekly to buy it."

The tofu cheese was packed in an ordinary can; when poured out, it was sticky little cubes covered with red chili powder.

They emanated a unique aroma; with a light press of the chopsticks, they melted like a paste over the steaming buns, and then with a bite—

Before the leader could speak, there was a knock at the door. Someone brought in a small bowl of crispy rice.

And a bowl of rice soup.

Wang Qing was puzzled: he hadn’t ordered this!

The staff member smiled and said: "The chef suggested this; it pairs well with the small dishes too."

The leader was already chewing the bun, then waved at the door: "Just what I needed!"

Once everything settled down again in the room, the leader eagerly broke off another piece of the crispy rice:

"Try this crispy rice with the tofu cheese; it’s no less satisfying than the buns."

He hurriedly took a few more bites, then sighed:

"People say that today’s commercial environment has evolved beyond the time when ’good wine needs no bush.’

"But if you ask me, as long as it’s ’what others don’t have, I have; what others have, mine is better,’ good wine will find its place wherever it is. Taste this tofu cheese; if I had free time, I’d also drive a couple of hours just to buy it."

Real good things are unforgettable after just one try; it’s impossible not to have repeat customers.

He scooped a spoonful of warm rice soup and drank it down, a practice far removed from what the health physician advised for health, but it was utterly satisfying.

Wang Qing also took a bite of the bun with the tofu cheese, agreeing:

"Indeed."

"And the pricing is good. The tofu cheese’s flavor is outstanding, but unlike the Song Family Farm’s with a huge gap, the price is only about half more expensive than regular ones, perfectly acceptable for the general public."

He thought about the accounts he’d found on Douyin: "It’s unfortunate that it’s a family artisanal business, not able to handle large-scale orders for now."

"It’s said that even with the couple and their relatives combined, they can’t supply online orders, so they can’t ship them at present."

But still, he heard from Secretary Xiaozu that just from this tofu cheese, they had already made tens of thousands in profit over the past month.

And this business hasn’t been running for long!

The leader broke off half a bun with tofu cheese again, pondering:

"A family workshop means their craft isn’t reliant on machinery. If it were replaced by machines, it might lose its flavor."