Chương 64: My Ruler Also Hurts!

Zhou Yan hadn't expected that his original intention was simply to use the two factory managers as a pre-heating opportunity for the twice-cooked pork with garlic sprouts. The twice-cooked pork was a successful pre-heating, but he hadn't expected that Zhou Momo's casual meal of a rice bowl would attract so much interest from the customers. Zhou Momo is truly the restaurant's top salesperson! Well-deserved. While the top salesperson buried herself in her rice, Zhou Yan pondered the questions raised by the customers.

Rice bowls are actually similar to noodles, emphasizing convenience and speed. Because they eliminate the steps of pulling and cooking noodles, the serving speed is even faster than noodles. The biggest advantage of rice bowls is probably that... whatever the restaurant has toppings. Stir-fries and braised dishes can be toppings, without needing to add extra dishes or costs; they are derivative products. Rice bowls are indeed delicious.

In the past, when eating in the cafeteria, even if the dishes were ordinary, as long as the cafeteria lady was willing to pour a ladle of meat broth over the rice, the meal immediately felt flavorful. But how much does a rice bowl cost? The prices of the dishes vary, and the price changes significantly depending on the type of topping. A vegetable dish is also necessary; meat dishes are too expensive, and a higher meat ratio would drive up the price of the rice bowl.

Rice bowls are a type of fast food, so they need to be cost-effective. The specific price range will depend on the portion size; adding different dishes will definitely result in different prices. After quickly going through various ideas in his mind, Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Rice bowls are not yet confirmed for release. If we do release them, the price will be based on the different dishes, roughly similar to the price of noodles."

"You absolutely have to release them! That way, even a single person can eat here. It would be great if the price could be cheaper."

"Exactly! This rice bowl looks so convenient, and it tastes delicious too."

"I'm shy; sometimes when I eat with friends, I don't dare to take too much food, and then I regret not having eaten enough of my portion. If you release rice bowls, I'll definitely come here often!" The customers chimed in, their eyes full of anticipation for the rice bowls. Lin Jingxing, holding his rice bowl, came over and asked, "Brother Zhou Yan, could you add a spoonful of beef soup for me too?"

"Brother, me too," Lin Bingwen replied, following closely behind with his own bowl.

"Sure, I'll add some for you," Zhou Yan said with a smile, taking the bowls from both of them and turning to go into the kitchen. The other customers' mouths moved, but they ultimately held back. Ah, this damned age! The soup poured over the rice made it taste so good. Wang Hongliang and Lin Zhiqiang chatted as they ate, but they both tacitly avoided talking about Sun Meili and Wang Defa, which disappointed the workers who were eager to hear gossip. They were just short of asking directly.

Their table had arrived late, and by the time they finished eating, only two or three tables of customers remained in the restaurant.

"Comrade, check please," Wang Hongliang called out to Zhao Tieying, pulling out his wallet.

"Factory manager, I'll pay, I'll pay," Lin Zhiqiang quickly got up and took out his wallet. Wang Hongliang smiled and reached out to hold Lin Zhiqiang's hand, saying, "Zhiqiang, I like being with you because you're an intellectual, a technician, without all those ulterior motives. It's very easy to be with you, like a friend. Friendships should be reciprocal; you treated me the day before yesterday, I'll treat you today, that's how it lasts."

"I also have two children with me..." Lin Zhiqiang said somewhat embarrassedly.

"The two kids call me 'Grandpa,' it's only right that we eat together," Wang Hongliang laughed." A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. Okay, whatever the factory manager says." Lin Zhiqiang didn't insist on paying the bill.

"Total..." Zhao Tieying came over.

"Three yuan and eighty cents in total," Zhou Yan interjected.

"Isn't that a bit low?" Wang Hongliang looked at him, "What about the twice-cooked pork?"

" The twice-cooked pork was an invitation for you to try, how could I charge you? Based on your comments just now, I'm sure I'll sell a lot of twice-cooked pork tomorrow," Zhou Yan said with a smile.

"This kid's got a sharp mind," Wang Hongliang laughed, looking at Lin Zhiqiang.

"No wonder Director Su from Sichuan Fine Arts Institute said he understands advertising; he wasn't wrong at all."

"He advertises, we get free twice-cooked pork—everyone benefits," Lin Zhiqiang joked.

"Here, take your money." Wang Hongliang took out some money, counted out three yuan and eighty cents, and handed it to Zhou Yan, adding, "Little Zhou, I'm aware of and have dealt with the matter of the factory canteen's finance department asking you to raise the rent at noon today. You can rest assured and continue operating this restaurant; the rent won't change until the end of the year."

" At the end of the year, the factory will adjust the rent appropriately based on economic development, with the increase referencing the shop rents in Suji Town; the fluctuation won't be too large." Zhou Yan listened and solemnly said, "With your words, I can confidently keep the shop running. Thank you for your keen insight and dedication to the people." Wang Hongliang was the head of the textile factory; his words carried weight. This way, he wouldn't have to worry about rent anymore.

The latest novels are first published on 69shu. com! Wang Hongliang waved his hand, "You should thank Zhiqiang and that girl Wang Wei for this, otherwise I wouldn't know about this."

"Wang Wei?" Zhou Yan was a little surprised. Lin Zhiqiang was the one he called for help, so he should thank him, but Wang Wei... Wang... Zhou Yan thought of what Lin Zhiqiang had said that morning, and looking at Wang Hongliang, he realized something. Comrade Wang Wei, is she really that low-key? Zhou Yan didn't want to ask about the specifics in front of the other guests. After chatting for a few minutes, he saw the group out.

"Goodbye, Momo." The two Lin brothers waved to Zhou Momo.

"Goodbye, Little Brother." Zhou Momo stood at Zhou Yan's feet and waved to them as well. Lin Zhiqiang got into the car first, lifted Lin Bingwen onto the back seat, and Lin Jingxing had already jumped onto the back seat.

"Dad, are you really not going to send my brother to be a chef? All the other brothers can cook."

"Dad, ignore him. Aren't you and Mom going to have a little sister? Other people's little sisters are so cute." Lin Zhiqiang was annoyed by their antics and said sternly, "Go back and do your homework! Your mom's not here today, so I'll check your homework. I'm going for a run, and if you two haven't finished, my ruler will definitely hurt!"

"I don't think it hurts that much."

"It doesn't hurt as much as my mom's."

"You little brats, are you asking for a beating?" Lin Zhiqiang reached out and pinched Lin Bingwen's cheek, unable to help but laugh. There was no way around it; only Meng Anhe could control these two kids. But this was the educational strategy they had set when the children were first born—one playing the good cop, the other the bad cop—to discipline the children while also making them feel the warmth of the family and the love of their parents.

Over the years, the two children's grades were in the middle to upper range, not outstanding, but they had good personalities and were quite popular with teachers and classmates at school. They're quite content; as first-time parents, they've exceeded their expectations. There can only be one number one, and the other kids need to live too. If they were forced to strive for first place, they'd be the ones who don't survive. (End of this chapter)