Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 846 - 836. Dong Mei asks about the snow

Chapter 846: 836. Dong Mei asks about the snow

Changleju’s salted duck eggs are selling like hotcakes.

River City folk have a strong palate, and this dish is a common staple among farmers. So, the mixed delicacies of garlic and eggs were accepted by everyone without the slightest hesitation!

It’s just that Boss Chang is a bit hesitant: "What do you think, I’ve renovated the place so nicely, and every day we sell this down-to-earth farmhouse food. Doesn’t that seem a bit off?"

The managers all stare blankly with wide eyes: "Boss, have you not been downstairs? When people eat, who cares about the decor!"

"That’s right! Only the internet celebrities who come in for livestreams praise it at first. Once the food is served, no one gives a damn."

Everyone chirps in with marketing ideas one after another, but alas, there is no place to apply them!

Now they express their frustrations:

"Boss, you’d better think about how to add more dishes. Every day, there’s just so little, it’s not enough to order!"

"Yeah, and you even tell the servers not to push the menu. They haven’t even started pushing it, and nowadays, nobody orders from the premium menu except for the set meals."

"Young people nowadays are strange, you know. The other day I brought my mom to eat, and she was muttering that back in her day, she would have run away faster than anyone else if she saw this menu. When it’s the young people’s turn, they see the high prices and their first reaction is ’I want to see why it’s so expensive’..."

"Hahaha, isn’t that why everyone in the main hall is starting to order these dishes? At first, our dishes were not bad either; we intended to keep our basic customers."

"That’s true, and now we can’t even book banquets."

There are reasons why the banquet hall can’t be booked.

Initially, Boss Chang was ambitious, wanting to cater exclusive delicacy banquets and had even officially set the menu. The price was set, the base price changed from 4888 to 8888...

Turns out, there are too many people coming to dine every day, and there’s no food left!

Not only is there no food, but there also aren’t enough servers.

In hotels, the main revenue comes from the banquet halls. During banquets, servers are assigned there, leaving only a few to handle the private rooms and the main hall, which is quite normal!

Even if the staffing is insufficient, hiring more is just a matter of time.

But they have a different problem here in River City; there are plenty of people with money to spend, but they lack dishes!

Nowadays, the scarcity of dishes is affecting the careers of managers, and they complain without caring whether Boss Chang is the boss or not.

Boss Chang also has a headache—hearing this—people just don’t sell, don’t grow more, and don’t even set up greenhouses in winter. What can he do?

If there was even a slight chance, he could attract investment next year and turn it into a top-notch national catering business! And now? He’s still just guarding the family restaurant!

So he couldn’t help but respond in annoyance: "Go on, what kind of mess are you all talking about? Do you think I don’t want the dishes? I called you here to discuss changing the menu!"

His restaurant occupies such a large area, complete with little bridges over flowing water, a garden landscape, and each private room with its own theme: spring orchids, autumn chrysanthemums, countryside, royal court. Even the partitions in the main hall are full of thoughtful designs...

Originally, it was all intended to elevate the prestige of the place, but who would have thought—at the last minute—he found such dishes!

Now look, in this restaurant filled with poetry and taste, once you pick up the menu, it’s either garlic-steamed eggplant, salted duck eggs, or Pork Lard Residue with radish leaves...

This, this, this doesn’t seem quite right!

The managers, on hearing this, nodded in agreement: "Indeed, the dish names are a bit rustic... So, Boss, how do you want to change them? Change ’garlic salted duck eggs’ to ’Plum Questions Snow’? What about radish leaves with Pork Lard Residue? ’Green Fields of Fairyland’?"

Boss Chang: !!!

At that moment, he could only manage to say to the speaking manager—

"You’re a bloody genius!"

Don’t say—he actually resonated with Boss Chang’s line of thought. It’s just that, for some reason, when it came out of someone else’s mouth, it sounded odd...

"So pretentious."

The manager expressed his thoughts straightforwardly.

"Exactly, even ordering has become difficult, fancy but impractical."

"Boss, why bother with all this trouble? With these menu names, the waiters won’t even be able to remember them. Besides, you can’t possibly include the original names in brackets afterward, right? Isn’t that redundant?"

Someone else murmured under their breath, "Dressing up a sow with a brassiere, it would be better to focus on making more substantial dishes."

Boss Chang glared at her.

But thinking it over, he felt a bit awkward too and, after a moment’s thought, he decisively waved his hand:

"Look, our restaurant might have to serve foreign customers in the future—several clients have expressed this desire to me, talking about cooperation and wanting to visit here."

Private rooms featuring mountain and water backdrops, chessboards, tea stations, and card tables had everything, including projection screens—it was indeed part of the initial customer demographic.

"Afterward, the floor staff should take note and see which employees are good with foreign languages, offer them paid training, so they can get a raise later on."

"The back office should redo a menu, put all these fancy names like ’Eastern Plum Querying Snow, Green Wilderness Fairy Trail’ at the front, and translate them at the end—don’t skimp on this, we need quality translations!"

"Let’s look forward to going international in the future."

Boss Chang said, feeling pleased with himself.

After all, the restaurant was packed every day, he was raking in money, but to push authentic Chinese cuisine to the international stage—that would be a real sense of achievement!

He rubbed his hands in anticipation!

Only the logistics staff looked dejected: "Boss, I’m just a humble back-office restaurant worker, I can manage a menu, I can find a translator—but a quality translation? I don’t have those connections!"

With that capability, an ordinary logistics worker like him asking for a menu translation... what would the translators think?

Boss Chang also felt frustrated for a while—since the most artistic person he knew in the restaurant business was the designer of the architectural plans.

And that was after Master Qian had gone through several people to invite with a hefty fee.

However, someone from sales pondered and then said, "Boss, speaking of such people, we have a customer—a senior sitting in the lobby whom the waiters saw being asked by an editor to write a foreword while dining."

The teahouse also thought for a while: "Among our regular tea customers, there’s one who studies foreign literature..."

Both finished speaking and looked at Boss Chang in unison.

Boss Chang’s eyebrows furrowed, and he gritted his teeth, "When that person arrives, inform me, I’ll send over our Special Family Feast, then we can talk about other things!"

As for the teahouse’s... they also get a Family Feast. Tea, for sure, is out of the question.

Boss Chang, feeling exhausted, dismissed the meeting and strolled to the kitchen in his free time, only to see Master Qian holding a bottle of wine, lost in fond anticipation:

"If we could get that household’s aged wine here in our store, how great would that be!"

Boss Chang exclaimed in surprise, "Which household is that? Master Qian, we’re all family here, no need to hide anything from me!"

Master Qian was taken aback, "The Lao Song Family... Boss, didn’t you know? Xiaojian called me a couple of days ago, bragging about something incredibly rare, even said it’s decades-old wine but didn’t let me taste it!"

"I thought you missed out on buying it... after all, it’s homemade wine, they probably worry about legal formalities."

Boss Chang felt a mix of anger and frustration, "This Song Tan, I told him everything was covered, how come he didn’t mention they have aged wine at home?!"

The formalities and all that, we can handle it!