Jiang Da took it for granted, and greeted him with a smile: "Are you running errands for the hotel again?"
"Yeah, after running this order, you can rest today."
It turned out that this was Lituan's little brother, and he would usually run errands for two five-star hotels in the city center to buy pancakes at this point.
Because there are too many, I take the initiative to rank to the end every time.
Usually when Jiang Da and Han Yunru finished the order, it was almost closing time.
"Then you go in and sit for a while, conservatively estimate, an hour."
"Hey, thank you Brother Jiang!" The younger brother walked into the shop with ease, and Han Yunru brought him a cup of herbal tea and put it on the table.
"Thank you lady boss!"
"You're welcome."
"Hey, is the store recruiting newcomers?" The younger brother couldn't help being curious as he looked at the six old men who were busy.
Han Yunru: "A friend came to help."
"That's it... Then your business is really good." The six people were almost too busy to help.
"It's okay, let's get by."
Fifty minutes later, all the meals were ready, and the errand boy carried a few heavy large plastic bags into the trunk.
"Brother Jiang, then I'm leaving!"
"be careful on the road."
"Come on!"
At this time, it was already a quarter past ten in the evening.
Jiang Da wiped his hands, took off his mask, and prepared to close the stall.
It was only then that he remembered that the juniors were still there, at least they had put in a lot of energy, so he said slowly, "Where are you going to stay tonight?"
The six of them looked at each other in blank dismay.
They went straight here after getting off the high-speed train, before they had time to book a hotel.
Jiang Da sighed softly, remembering that the big guy hadn't had dinner yet: "Okay, if you don't have a place to live, go to my house and get you some side dishes."
San Pang'er's eyes lit up: "That's good!"
He was also worried that he would not have the opportunity to persuade the elder brother.
but…
Looking at the business in the store today, it's no wonder that the big brother is not rare to return to Cao Ji.
But no matter how good the business is, it's just a small shop. How much money can workshop-style production make
Only a chain restaurant like Cao Ji, a big brand, can do it!
Therefore, I can still struggle a bit, and then persuade.
…
After the shop was closed, Jiang Da and Han Yunru usually rode electric bikes home, but today there were six more people, so it was obviously not going to work.
Han Yunru: "I heard from Yueyue before that if it is past ten o'clock in the evening and the distance is within five kilometers, the property management can send a car to pick it up."
Jiang Da remembered that there was such a stubble, "Okay, I'll call the property management."
"Brother, where do you live? Is it far? How do we go? Take a taxi or take a bus?"
Just after Jiang Da finished the call, he said, "Wait another ten minutes, the car will be here soon."
"Wait here?"
"Um."
San Fatty looked around and said to himself: Why doesn't this bus have a stop sign? Linhuai features
Before he could mutter for too long, two black Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of the store. The driver lowered the window and asked politely, "Is this Mr. Jiang Dajiang?"
"Yeah."
"Get in the car."
The three fat boys got on the Mercedes-Benz in a daze, and were brought into the community in a daze, and finally they were in the gorgeous and exquisite villa before they could react.
"...Brother, big brother, is this your house?"
"Yes, you're welcome, sit down casually, I'll go to the kitchen to get some dishes." Then he rolled up his sleeves and entered the kitchen.
Han Yunru followed to help.
San Fatty was a little dizzy, obviously the house was extremely spacious, the light from the crystal lamp was soft and not irritating at all, and there was still a refreshing mint fragrance floating in the air, but he couldn't help but get dizzy eyes.
Staggering back half a step, he fell down on the sofa.
The soft sitting feeling immediately swept over the whole body, more comfortable than the sofa set in Shi Niang's villa.
It is said that Master's sofa cost about half a million yuan!
What about this set
San Fatty couldn't help trembling.
Others were also shocked by what they saw.
Detached villa, beautifully decorated, with a courtyard in front and a garden in the back, Mercedes-Benz pick-up and drop-off, this…
Fuman: "Second Senior Brother, shouldn't we... shouldn't come?"
Three Fatty was speechless.
Da Zhuang looked around, and the more he looked, the more excited he became: "I didn't expect that senior brother would do so well, and even live in the villa! This is much more beautiful than the one of my wife!"
A Biao: "How much is it?"
Xiangqing: "At least eight digits."
"Hiss... so expensive?! Seeing that senior brother guards a small shop, he thought he didn't make much money, but ended up living in a villa. Will he still go back with us?"
Everyone fell silent.
San Fatty jumped out: "I've tried it before I know, it's not like there's no chance at all."
"Yes, always try."
Cao Dou secretly shook his head.
Jiang Da had already expressed his attitude, not going back to Cao's house, not fighting with the mother and son.
Now this villa is just telling them in a disguised form that it is impossible to interfere, but the senior brothers don't seem to understand, or...deceiving themselves
When Jiang Fuyue and Jiang Xiaodi heard the movement, they left the bedroom one after another, stood on the second floor and looked towards the living room.
"Sister, it's Uncle San Fatty and the others."
"Um."
"Why haven't I seen them before?"
Jiang Fuyue: "There was no need to meet before."
Brother Jiang: "Is it necessary now?"
"Maybe."
"... Oh." It seems to understand.
After a while, Jiang Da finished cooking and invited them to the dining room.
The six people bypassed the separation wall, and when they turned into the dining room, they were once again shocked by the luxury and delicacy in front of them.
The dining table, the chairs, and the chandelier are not cheap at first glance.
Jiang Da: "Sit."
"Hey." San Fatty nodded numbly.
After a meal, everyone was tasteless.
Han Yunru tidied up a few guest rooms and prepared new toiletries for them before going up to the second floor.
After a while, Jiang Da also followed, but bumped into a pair of sons and daughters at the stairs.
Brother Jiang: "Father!"
Jiang Fuyue leaned against the railing, taking a good rest, as if she had been waiting for a long time.
Jiang Da smiled awkwardly when he met his daughter's scrutinizing gaze.
Next, Jiang Fuyue and Jiang Xiaodi, including Han Yunru, heard a rather bloody story...
Thirty-three years ago, when Jiang Da was fifteen years old, his family was so poor that he couldn't help but be sent to learn cooking from Master Cao in the next village after finishing junior high school.
Master Cao’s real name is Cao Dayong, and his ancestors have been cooks for three generations. It is said that his ancestors cooked food for the last emperor, while he himself runs a small stall, selling rice noodles in the morning and cooking at noon and evening.
Because of its good taste and large portion, the business is especially booming.
He has a childhood sweetheart wife, but she suffers from polio, and her legs and feet are not very flexible. The two young couples have a good relationship, but they have never had children.
Jiang Da is an apprentice who has kowtowed to his master seriously, and he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, which is very cute.
Cao Dayong drank a cup of apprenticeship tea from him, he recognized the child, and even took good care of the Jiang family.
From then on, Jiang Da officially lived in Cao's house, and followed Cao Dayong from washing pots and spoons to lighting fires and cooking.
Over time, both the couple treated him as half a son.
At that time, the small restaurant was already called "Cao Ji". It is said that the name was handed down from the ancestors, but there was no serious signboard. A simple wooden board was set up with these two words written in white chalk on it, and a copy of it was attached below. On the menu, there are fried kidneys in soy sauce, squirrel mandarin fish, shredded potatoes and so on.
Jiang Da's second year as a cooker was Cao Dayong's "Year of Nobility".
He opened the shop as usual, and the first customer who came to the door that day was a foreigner, who spoke substandard Mandarin but was very chatty.
But after making a bowl of noodles, he had a good understanding of the business model and profit return of Cao Dayong's small restaurant.
"Small business is also business, the key is how to grow from small to big."
This morning, Cao Dayong stopped doing business and half-pressed the shutter door. After hearing a lot from this man, he felt that he had found an opportunity.
One month later, Cao Dayong took out the money he had planned to build a new house and rented a two-storey facade in the town. After half a month of renovation, "Cao Ji" officially opened, specializing in local dishes.
This time, there is finally a decent signboard.
Three months later, the store was losing money and was facing closure. Cao Dayong couldn't sleep all night, and his temper became increasingly irritable.
At that time, Jiang Da had already studied art for two years and was working as a helper in the back kitchen.
He looked at his master in a state of desperation, and wanted to help, but there was nothing he could do, so he quietly used the leftover ingredients to make "big buns" as gifts to attract customers.
Not to mention that some people really came into the store because of his "big bun", but after tasting the dishes, they couldn't help shaking their heads: "It's quite satisfactory, it's no different from other restaurants. But your pancakes are quite delicious, can you eat them?" Can't you give me two more?"
Only then did Jiang Da know that people outside called their "big buns" as "pancakes".
Cao Dayong heard this comment by accident, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration...
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