Stay Home Daddy: I Was Reborn After My Daughter Passed Away
Chapter 383: Three hundred eighty-three Patriotic profiteers_1

Chapter 383: Three hundred eighty-three Patriotic profiteers_1

Boss Gu left the principal’s office of the kindergarten and headed directly to Qiwei Vegetarian on Xingye Road in his car.

Although he was a bit delayed, he had not expected that his beloved daughter accidentally

brought him an income of a thousand yuan each month.

To Boss Gu, this sum of money wasn’t really a lot.

But there’s that old saying, having some is better than none, right?

Especially considering the current financial predicament he was dealing with, it was still a relief.

Before he made his fortune, he had often sold vegetables in the marketplace.

This time, it was like returning to an old trade of his.

Luckily, the infant, junior and senior kindergarten classes combined had just over three hundred students altogether.

Otherwise, relying solely on the small fruit garden he had cultivated in the System Domain,

it might not have been enough to feed all these kids.

Of course, it was impossible for Boss Gu to personally hustle back and forth every day for deliveries and pickups.

He certainly didn’t have that much free time to be a delivery man.

Fortunately, there was a small storage room attached to the back kitchen of Qiwei Vegetarian,

Though it wasn’t big, it was more than enough to store a few bags of apples every day.

When Boss Gu passed the labor market, he hired a tricycle at the entrance, which was looking for work.

For a hundred yuan a month as delivery fee, Boss Gu would just go to the shop every day,

store the fresh apples that needed to be delivered, and then wait for the other party to take care of the deliveries.

It really was a worry-free and effortless solution. As for concerns about theft, he wasn’t worried.

Compared to the steady daily wages one could earn,

nobody would bother stealing a few bags of apples intended for a kindergarten.

By the time Boss Gu finally arrived at Qiwei Vegetarian with his car,

a long queue had already formed outside of his shop.

Without exception, these were all people who had tasted the free buns Boss Gu offered during the opening day.

Upon seeing Boss Gu, the "Imperial Chef Successor" and the owner, step out of the car,

those present began to complain, with the less patient ones glaring at him angrily,

seemingly wanting to take a few bites out of him in their frustration.

Other breakfast vendors would start working at midnight and open their shops as early as possible before dawn,

after all, they still earned hard-earned money, and opening early in the morning

would align perfectly with the local crowd going to work or school. By opening earlier, these breakfast spots could earn a bit more than others.

But for Boss Gu, it was a different story; these people had been queuing up since 7:30 in the morning,

and it was almost 8 o’clock now, and not only was his shop not open, but not even a "Ghost Shadow" of him was to be seen.

So everyone present was angry, experiencing for the first time the frustration of not being able to spend their money even when they wanted to.

But to leave the queue in a huff would be regretful,

considering the crowd—it would mean all the previous waiting was for naught.

Moreover, Boss Gu, the Imperial Chef Successor, was worth the wait, as his buns were truly delicious.

They had lived for so many years, but it was the first time they had tasted such delicious buns.

But yesterday was a free giveaway, and Boss Gu hadn’t made that many to begin with.

Many people, after finishing their own share, found the taste unforgettable and came back today to buy more,

mainly wanting to take some home for their families to try.

At this moment, faced with the complaints of the crowd, Boss Gu repeatedly apologized, with an exceedingly good attitude.

There’s an old saying that you can’t hit a smiling face, and Boss Gu’s approach indeed defused the frustration of those waiting in the long queue outside the door.

Seeing how good business was at his own shop made Boss Gu very happy.

He then went about his routine, firing up the stove with ease, as the buns had all been prepared in advance the day before.

Then he put them all in his System Domain to keep them fresh.

It might sound a bit far-fetched.

But in fact, the flow of time inside the System Domain differs from that of the outside world.

A whole day outside is merely a matter of a few dozen minutes inside the System Domain.

So, even if the buns Gu Chen prepared the afternoon before were to be steamed in the basket this morning,

the overall taste wouldn’t suffer much loss.

Of course, this only applies to raw dough buns, if it were other dishes,

after a few dozen minutes, the loss in flavor would be significant.

For someone like Gu Chen who possesses God-Level Culinary Skills, this would be absolutely intolerable.

Moreover, there’s neither a fridge nor electricity in the System Domain.

You also have to be careful not to let others see you "performing magic."

If it were possible to store it in a fridge, Gu Chen would always prefer to keep the ingredients outside.

Meanwhile, the crowd queuing outside saw the steam rising from the steaming baskets in front of them,

and their brows unfurled, eyes lit up with joy, for as soon as the food hit the pot,

it would be cooked in at most fifteen to twenty minutes.

If Gu Chen really started chopping the filling and making the buns in front of them at eight this morning,

they probably would have all lost their patience, calling it quits and dissipating like a swarm.

Gu Chen, who dealt with marketing for his boss every day before his rebirth, naturally wouldn’t do something as foolish to ruin his own reputation.

However, when the crowd saw the small blackboard he held in his hand and read the prices for the buns written on it,

they immediately erupted into an uproar.

"Five yuan each? Boss Gu, aren’t you being a bit too greedy?"

"Exactly, why don’t you just go rob people!"

"You’re inflating the price; we demand an explanation today!"

The people lining up at the door immediately burst into indignant chatter.

If this happened before Gu Chen’s rebirth,

five yuan for a bun wouldn’t cause much of a stir for many city dwellers.

But in this era, it was seen as something akin to profiteering deserving of being hung from a lamppost and whipped.

Gu Chen wasn’t in a hurry though, and instead invoked the prestige of being the Imperial Chef Successor,

and began sweet-talking the customers present with a beaming smile.

As someone with time-tested thick skin, Gu Chen could spout nonsense with ease.

He was not just calm but didn’t even need a script.

He started with a flurry of boastful claims, one moment saying he was the Imperial Chef Successor, a trade that had been passed down for hundreds of years,

and the next, that the Great Ming Emperor, after finishing his carpentry, loved nothing more than a meat bun.

Then he’d switch it up, claiming how the Great Qing Emperor once heard about a top-notch Imperial Chef in his family,

and how he had sent countless people to scour the general public, all for a taste of their family’s bun.

But their ancestors would rather let their craft die than submit.

If his great-grandfather had not fought desperately to save a few pages of the recipe from the flames,

today’s Imperial cooking methods would probably have been long lost.

Gu Chen even managed to shed a few non-existent manly tears at the emotional parts.

Through his storytelling, he got the crowd so bewildered and emotionally heated,

that the thought of the Gu family ancestors preferring to farm or beg rather than touch a knife moved them deeply.

Suddenly, the buns before them were not just buns anymore, they were vivid, pulsating hearts of patriotism.

Not to mention anything else, just for this patriotic sentiment, no matter the cost, they had to buy a bun today and give it a try!