Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 821 - 811. Can we have more exclamation marks?

Chapter 821: 811. Can we have more exclamation marks?

Mrs. Zhao walked away arm in arm with Mr. Zhao, slow as a queen, while Boss Chang stood alone in the courtyard, thinking to himself that just after one meal, a powerful competitor had emerged!

God bless, I hope Lao Song’s family won’t expand for the next three years. He would rather limit his own supply than have someone else able to buy it.

However, to show his sincerity for a long-term cooperation, he still shared the news with Song Tan.

He called the driver again: "Have you all set off? Where are you? Be extremely careful on the road!"

Please be very careful bringing back tomorrow’s vegetables!

Tonight’s trial run ended particularly quickly; by less than 9 o’clock, everyone had left one after another, most with serious faces or frowns, hurrying off, much to the delight of the owner of Youran Ecology across the street!

See, what’s the use of spending so much money on renovations? The guests invited tonight, what luxurious places haven’t they been to?

Now, look how deserted the trial run was!

He wanted to laugh out loud, the aura around him was one of sheer joy. As he walked downstairs, he made a point to pass by the reception, nodding at the front desk which supposedly had an undercover sister:

"Not bad, keep up the good work!"

The front desk was quite happy, looking at his skinny face, they thought he looked like the God of Wealth holding a Gold Ingot, thus said enthusiastically:

"Boss, do you need me to keep gathering information?"

Who knew the boss’s expression would turn stern: "No need, business is business. Our current scale is all thanks to customer word of mouth, those nonsensical and inefficient tactics are unnecessary!"

After saying that, he walked away with an air of integrity.

The cashier at the front desk silently rolled her eyes, and then, seeing no one around, picked up her phone and typed away furiously:

[This boss is going to nickel-and-dime himself to death! I was just about to ask how your evening was, and we could have made another 2000 bucks. But the boss gave me a lecture, despising our methods as inferior.]

[Pfft! You went undercover for my sake, and all the boss gave was a measly 2000, screw him!]

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became; maybe she’ll switch jobs to the place across the street.

When she first interviewed, she chose this side because there were more customers, thinking she might earn a higher salary and bonuses despite being busier.

But she didn’t expect the boss to be a real tightwad; with so many customers, instead of finishing work at 9 like other hotels, she often had to work overtime until 10.

And when hosting the annual meeting and giving out red packets, the boss personally handed out a two-dollar lottery ticket to everyone, saying everyone had a chance to win 5 million...

Damn it!

And that chef surnamed Bai in the kitchen, in charge of making meals for the staff, managed to make everything taste awful.

These chefs had enough self-awareness to skip the restaurant and cook separately in the kitchen!

Everyone had been grumbling about it for a long time!

The more the front desk thought about it, the more upset she got, and checking her phone, she couldn’t help but rapidly type again:

[??? Are you that busy? Why haven’t you replied to my messages yet? Are you working overtime tonight?]

After a while, a picture was sent from the other side. She opened it to find a sparkling clean stainless steel dining plate.

[???] At this moment, she felt out of sync with her sister.

After a bit, the response finally came languidly:

[See? For supper tonight, I ate three plates!]

[Ahhh, so delicious I could chop off my feet!!!]

[Sis, you’re really missing out by not coming here! It’s really delicious! Sooo delicious, wuwuwu, I wanted to secretly bring you a Stuffed Green Pepper, but guess our sisterly bond wasn’t strong enough...]

"[Besties, don’t worry, I’ll be putting on two extra pounds tonight!]

Little Receptionist doesn’t get it! Little Receptionist is speechless!

[Are you a pig? You’re having three plates for your midnight snack?! Last week when I was crazily craving hot and spicy soup in the middle of the night and dragged you out, what did you tell me?!]

[Just one chili pepper?! One?!]

[...]"

Messages quickly came from the other side:

[What’s wrong with just one?! Our chili peppers cost 368 each, and you only get 8 in a serving! They’re like fifty a pop!]

[Besides, I only snagged two, you’ve never tried them, you don’t understand. Going through all that struggle, it’s a testament to our deep friendship!]

[Hahahaha, sob sob sob sob]

[Tonight is truly blissful! Two tables canceled, and the food prepared for them was all left for us...]

[But tomorrow there will surely be no such luck; even if my legs were broken, I’d have to crawl over for the meal... Bestie, don’t be scared, I secretly scooped a rice ball from the bottom of the bowl for you]

[Once you eat it, you’ll know how painful it is to talk about resigning only tomorrow morning]

[Hurry, hurry, the boss is preparing to hire! It’s a rare opportunity!!!]

Little Receptionist finished checking out a customer and handing out a gift, turned her head, and saw such a barrage of messages on her phone, she couldn’t help but be shocked—

She couldn’t see the rarity of the opportunity, but it was crystal clear her sister was going crazy! Who would care about that rice ball anyway!

...

Meanwhile, at this moment, the boss of Youran Base, content and satisfied as he watched the dimming lights and the staff leaving the office in small groups, sat in his chair and took a long sigh of relief!

Blame it on his age, he just couldn’t keep calm. Ever since they planned to open, he’d been on edge, but now, at last, he could relax.

No, not yet!

In business, one must be meticulous, can’t celebrate too soon—he might not be seeing the true picture, he needs to find someone to ask around!

The previous 10,000 yuan menu he acquired was useless, the boss decided not to be a sucker anymore and directly picked up his phone instead, dialing a regular customer who also often ate at his place.

"Hello?" The call connected, but the voice was of a young child.

The boss paused, then asked:

"Is this Mr. Chen?"

The person on the other end hesitated, then said brashly: "You’re looking for my dad, huh? He’s busy right now, can’t take care of your call for a while."

The kid was young, and the boss, sensing an opportunity, softened his tone and cajoled:

"So, what’s your dad doing now? I was hoping to ask how the food was tonight. It wasn’t convenient to greet him earlier."

His ambiguous wording caused the child to misunderstand immediately, energetically saying:

"Wow! So it was your place that had the opening?! Was the food really that good? Can you send me an invite next time? I want to try it too, and so do my grandparents."

The boss felt a pang in his chest.

Before he could figure it out, he heard the kid laugh again:

"When you send gifts next time, can you add more exclamation marks to hint that it’s good stuff and not to throw them away?"

My dad has been so regretful since returning from the restaurant; he’s now secretly digging through the garbage—Dad? Dad, why did you end up like this? You’re really digging through the rubbish—"

The call ended abruptly.