Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 820 - 810. What does the data indicate?

Chapter 820: 810. What does the data indicate?

As soon as this question was asked, Boss Chang immediately became proud: "What are you saying, has Changleju ever been unreliable?"

He opened the menu: "Please flip to the back, still the same old rules, the testing reports are all here, always welcoming us to take the dishes to the inspection center!"

Not to mention Boss Chang, even those fans of the online store, more than a hundred and eighty have taken it for testing in between.

But what was the result? Those people reacted just like the local vegetable-buying group that stubbornly wouldn’t gain any followers; after realizing this, they didn’t promote it to any friends!

As if they’d have more chance to snatch it up if no friends came over.

The only exception was Song Tan’s family, who truly had never done any testing. However, Professor Song did conduct tests when he came, from soil and water to air and various samples, but he had a plan in mind and was preparing to go straight to the point after winter, so he didn’t bring this up...

So at this moment, the chubby old man glanced over the piles of data in the test reports and couldn’t help but frown, his lips curling down, his head leaning back...

"These data aren’t particularly outstanding!" Of course, they just need to ensure it’s healthy.

In fact, for this data, Boss Chang had it tested twice and still couldn’t figure out why it was so delicious. It was only after Master Qian snorted coldly:

"Everything’s about data... Then you go test wild shepherd’s purse and greenhouse shepherd’s purse, see which one’s data is better, which one tastes better?"

Boss Chang had an epiphany then!

Now he’s shared this theory, not to mention anything else, the Chinese people will definitely believe it—because that’s exactly it! The wild greens might not have as balanced nutrients as those from the greenhouse, but they sure taste better!

It’s just like the inexplicable rule that no matter how hot it is you must cover your belly when sleeping—there’s no reason to it.

Everyone gladly accepted it, and before the chubby old man could react, they swiftly reached for the food; when he came back to his senses, not to say the rice soup, even the plates of lush green vegetables on the table were scarcely left!

Taking a closer look, all were in their own bowls and plates, whether they could eat it or not, the main thing was to strike first to be strong!

The steamed crown daisy was tender, soft, and fragrantly delicate; the stir-fried water spinach crunched satisfyingly with each bite; the fried eggs with pepper rings and bean sauce were fragrant and perfect with rice; the tender bok choy crunched loudly when bitten.

The coriander beef was uniquely flavored, the meat in stewed green peppers thick and savory, the scallion tofu was pure and white, the leek pockets were so juicy that you wouldn’t want to waste a drop...

And that white rice! Why does each person only get one bowl!

Each private room was quiet, with only the clinking of cups, plates, and bowls and various chewing sounds. Occasionally, there would be an outburst of shouting and argument, but it would quickly quiet down again.

Everyone seated was steady and ruthless in their eating; if someone else snatched food from them, they would give a ferocious look like they were about to negotiate. The frequency of loosening their belts was so high, by the time the waiting staff came to clear the table, all the plates and bowls shone brightly, not a single vegetable stem left.

Everyone sat upright; none were slouched or hunched over. If everyone were wearing suits, the scene would have been more solemn than a shareholders’ meeting.

The waiters and delivery staff, wearing masks, served and cleared the food as if they were handling bombs, their expressions serious. Even though they knew masks could block out smells, they still held their breath, afraid a whiff of the aroma would become an eternal regret...

The corridor’s security cameras were monitored tightly tonight, determined not to give any employee a chance to make a mistake...

But!

It really smells so good wuu wuu wuu! If I hadn’t tasted it, it would be okay, but the snow fungus soup for the employee meal at four o’clock! We all know the taste, how can we endure it now wuu wuu wuu...

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Mrs. Zhao was dressed in a skirt suit today, looking very pretty, which accentuated her plump and rounded figure and made it look exceptionally attractive. That amiable smile of hers was always a winning asset in social situations.

But today, the usually approachable Mrs. Zhao stood in the courtyard of Changleju, bathed in the dim light that made her figure look strikingly upright and proper, as if she could be crowned at any moment.

So much so that when she waved for Boss Chang, he rushed over immediately, as if making him wait another minute would be a sin.

Mrs. Zhao, whose protruding belly slightly burst open the zipper of her dress, sucked in her gut and tried to maintain a proud, swan-like posture without a hint of a potbelly, cursing herself for not wearing sportswear at this moment.

And she cursed her own sense of responsibility—couldn’t she just be a wealthy housewife concerned only with eating, drinking, and having fun? With the business handed over to a manager, why was she still so worried?

But she too had started with a small business, and she couldn’t help feeling anxious watching her product’s market share decline year after year.

She was decisive by nature, and when it was time to pivot, she successfully revitalized and expanded the old family enterprise.

When she felt she had worked too hard in her life, she made a swift retirement, put a reliable manager in charge, and began to enjoy life at home.

Now after dinner, thinking about her business, she couldn’t wait even for one night, preferring to stand with a bulging belly and talk to Boss Chang.

"Xiaochang, you’re a decade or two younger than me—that’s fine for me to call you that, right?"

"Of course, of course! Why not? It’s only proper—sister, do you have any instructions?" Even though Boss Chang teased Mrs. Zhao for her thick skin, his own wasn’t thin either, and he climbed right up the pole at this opportunity.

But Mrs. Zhao instantly pursed her lips—almost letting out a burp and just managed to hold it back!

She was silent for a while before speaking: "Your supplier is really something—do they have any interest in taking on another partner?"

Boss Chang became instantly wary: "Sister, you’re trying to steal my rice bowl here!"

Mrs. Zhao laughed modestly: "Don’t worry, I’m just in the business of selling fast food; there’s no competition with your proper catering business."

One sold popular fast food, starting at just five yuan a serving; otherwise, why would Mrs. Zhao, who could enjoy such good days now, still be so sensitive about pricing? That was all blood and sweat money she had earned penny by penny in the past.

Boss Chang was well aware of her situation, and now he furrowed his brows: "Sister, it’s not that I’m deliberately withholding, it’s just that this supplier’s production capacity really isn’t that high—just look at the limited supply I have. If I could get more, why would I be so stingy?"

Mrs. Zhao smiled, not questioning whether she believed him or not, but went straight to the point:

"Help me ask around. If they are willing to cooperate, several of my factories are ready to sign agreements."

This time, Boss Chang didn’t refuse—since the quantity was so large, the supplier couldn’t possibly meet the demand; why worry about it?

He asked curiously, "Sister, the price of this supplier is really high. Using it for fast food seems like a bit of a loss, doesn’t it?"

Mrs. Zhao smiled slightly: "I want to try developing another project."

In fact, she had discussed with Old Zhao—their fast food, despite having a certain share of the market amid the various competing products, really lacked highlights.

If that’s the case, why not start with flavor—for example, replacing the vegetable packet in instant noodles with these high-priced vegetables?

With a core competitive edge, even if they raised the price by a couple of yuan to cover costs, as long as the taste was good enough, contemporary young people wouldn’t be stingy.