novelden Chapter 125 What to Talk About at the Village Meeting
Chapter 125 What to Talk About at the Village Meeting
Everyone was arguing, and the head of the village chief was buzzing. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he picked up the gong and started beating it, "Everyone, be quiet and listen to me..."
Such a loud noise brought the discussion in the ancestral hall to an abrupt end.
"Mr. Village Head, to open a restaurant we need a chef, but none of us have learned how to do it." Yang Shuiqian felt that the Village Head was just making up his mind. There wasn't even a chef in the village, so how could we open a restaurant? Everyone was investing a lot of money, it wasn't just a game.
"Well, Shui Qian's words make sense, but among the wives who marry into our village, there are some who are good at cooking. Letting them just cook in the kitchen won't count as being in the spotlight." It was obvious that the head of the village had taken Yang Biao's words to heart.
"No, making money is our job as men. If we rely on women, we will be laughed at by other villages." Yang Bowen was the first one to disagree with letting his wife go out to earn money.
"Yeah, this will really make people laugh to death!" Those women who go out to earn money are widows without men at home. They have elderly parents and young children to take care of, and it is a helpless choice.
"Brother Qian, what do you think?" Shui Qian was considered to be the most knowledgeable among these people, and the village head called him by name.
"Village head, you know that the boy's wife is still breastfeeding, and the family can't do without her." Yang Shuiqian was unwilling in his heart. He was not that kind of cowardly man. He could support the family and did not need his wife to go out to earn money.
"Uncle village head, it seems that only a few people agree." Seeing that the situation was not optimistic, Yang Biao whispered in the ear of the village head.
"Raise your hands if you agree to buy the restaurant!" It's such a good thing to produce and sell by yourself. The head of the village didn't believe that there would be no one who agreed, and insisted on letting everyone vote by raising their hands.
Only a few people raised their hands, but they kept their heads down for fear of being scolded by the villagers.
"Okay, okay, hello everyone." Seeing that not many people agreed with this, the village head was so angry that he just walked away.
"Xiao Ran, what are you playing?" Yang Biao returned home and saw Qin Xiaoran and Yang Xiaohua squatting in the corner. He didn't know what they were doing.
"Yang Biao, you're back!" Qin Xiaoran heard his voice and rushed over immediately.
"Hey, slow down, I can't run anymore." Seeing her running so fast, Yang Biao couldn't help but joked.
"Brother Biao, what was discussed at the village meeting?" The village had not held a meeting for a long time, so little Zhang asked her eldest son curiously.
"The head of the village wants everyone to contribute money to buy a restaurant, but the villagers disagree." Yang Biao simply told her what happened in the meeting, and then he wanted to rest early. "Hey, I have to go wash up. I'm so tired."
"Clean up this restaurant and give it some paint." Yang Biao didn't plan to renovate it, and he didn't even change the sign. He just used the original sign "Wangfu Restaurant". He called the six chefs, "Show us your signature dishes."
The six chefs were all working very hard. After all, if they didn't do a good job, the buyers would return the food to the government. They didn't want the day of selling food to happen again.
"Well, your cooking skills are pretty good." There is one particularly good thing about the people sold by the government in ancient times, that is, no craftsman would fake things, so people can buy with confidence.
"Jin Yongquan, you will be in charge of the kitchen from now on." He took a fancy to a man who was methodical in cooking and didn't talk much, and appointed him as the head chef.
"Yes, master." Jin Yongquan knelt down quickly.
"Stand up and talk." He didn't like people kneeling. According to the customs and habits of his hometown in modern times, kneeling was for visiting the graves of the dead and bidding farewell to the deceased.
"Eight people stay here, and the rest follow me." Seeing that Wangfu Restaurant had been cleaned, Yang Biao asked fourteen people to take two cars and follow him to clean the other two shops.
It was decided that seven people would be assigned to clean each shop, and they would stay in these two shops to work from now on.
"Jin Yongan, let's prepare some side dishes for lunch and put them at the entrance of the restaurant." Free tasting is used to attract customers, otherwise who would know that the food in this restaurant is delicious.
"Yes, master." It wasn't long before noon, and Jin Yongan was busy arranging people to prepare side dishes.
"It's not even the Dragon Boat Festival yet, and the weather is already so hot." A few scholars walking by complained, and when they saw a restaurant with a wooden sign that read "Cool side dishes, free tasting," they smiled and asked what it meant, "Let's go and take a look."
"Hey, you..." Just when he was about to ask what the dishes tasted like, a bowl and a pair of clean chopsticks were stuffed into his hands, "Gentlemen, you can taste it."
"Are these really free?" After tasting it, they found it quite delicious. They didn't believe it and had to ask for clarification. How could they lose money to gain publicity?
"Yes, if you think the food is good, please tell ten friends around you. If you think it's not good, please forgive me!" Yang Biao told them that the tasting event will be held for three days. The food and rice are free, but the wine will be charged! After three days, the restaurant will resume normal business, so they should seize the opportunity of free tasting.
"The food is free, let's go in and eat." A few scholars thought that since they didn't drink alcohol, just eating would be enough.
Seeing someone leading the way into the restaurant to eat, others followed in. Soon, Wangfu Restaurant was full of people.
The second shop decided to open a cake shop, giving away egg tarts and French fries for free to customers who ate at the restaurant, and also handing out flyers announcing the cake shop's opening tomorrow. There were too many people, and the cooking was too busy, so the customer experience was poor, and the goal of making a name for themselves became a luxury.
"Everyone, serve the dishes quickly. Bring out the cold dishes we prepared earlier first. Don't keep the guests waiting for too long." Some guests don't like sweets. There are only six chefs in the restaurant, and many people come in to eat, so Yang Biao also joins the ranks of chefs.
"Master, most restaurants have maids to wash and cut vegetables," Jin Yongan was pushed out by five people during a break after finishing lunch. The master is young and may not know this. Washing vegetables, preparing side dishes, and cooking are all done by the chef. It's okay for one or two days, but if it continues like this, the chef will be exhausted.
"Okay, I'll go find someone to wash the vegetables later. You guys take a break." Yang Biao nodded while sitting on the stool. In addition to the woman who washed the vegetables, the owners of the three shops, and a few girls who made pearl balls, he secretly decided to go to the pawnshop to hire people. It would be easier not to find someone, but it would cost money.
"Summer, barbecue, beer, and old friends." This is modern culture, and it was also applicable in ancient times. On the day of the restaurant tasting, Yang Biao's barbecue shop also opened at 3 p.m.
He would grill some first and let the people who were doing the grilling to try. On the one hand, he wanted to teach them how to control the heat and other things to pay attention to when grilling. On the other hand, he could attract customers. If you didn't do anything but just put the grill there, it would be strange if anyone would come forward and order some barbecue.
"Wow, these vegetables only cost five cents, you are trying to rob people." Someone came forward to ask the price, but was scared away.
"A skewer of mutton costs ten cents, and there are only a few pieces of meat." He was dissatisfied with the price again, but Yang Biao didn't care. People who love to eat will buy it no matter how expensive it is.
"Hey, there are mutton skewers for sale in this county town. I thought I could only eat them in the provincial capital. Come on, give me ten skewers of mutton." A young man in his twenties took out his purse in surprise. He came back from the provincial capital to celebrate the festival.
He had eaten barbecue in the capital before, but when he came back to the county town and smelled the barbecue, he couldn't walk anymore and went straight to the shop, "Give me another cold beer."