"Wife, how does the chicken soup taste?" As soon as he entered the ward, Song Qiao changed his mood, smiled at Xia Yuqing, and said with a look of seeking praise.
Xia Yuqing had already swallowed more than half a bowl of chicken soup, and a little color had returned to her pale face.
She looked at Song Qiao with complicated eyes and nodded.
"If you like it, I can make it for you every day starting tomorrow," Song Qiao smiled slightly and walked over to take the soup bowl from Xia Xueqing's hand.
He naturally scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and brought it to his wife's lips.
Xia Xueqing hesitated for a moment, then did not refuse again. She gently drank the chicken soup in the spoon, and unknowingly, a few drops of clear tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.
"What's so great about being able to make chicken soup? You probably put a lot of additives behind our backs," Xia Xueqing, the untimely atmosphere destroyer, appeared again.
"Xueqing, say less."
To everyone's surprise, it was Xia Yuqing, lying on the bed, who made her shut up this time.
...
The next morning, at Xia Yuqing's insistence, the family completed the discharge procedures.
In her opinion, she only had some superficial injuries on her hands and only needed to recuperate at home. There was no need to be hospitalized at all.
Having always been thrifty, she didn't want to stay in the most expensive place in the city for even a minute.
Song Qiao couldn't persuade her, so he agreed. After taking a taxi to send her home, he came to his tofu shop.
The business in the shop was not as good as he had imagined. Lin Jing was sitting at the entrance with a worried expression, and there were still a lot of stinky tofu that had not been fried on the table.
Li Lili had just received an order for home delivery and had already sent it out.
"Boss, you're finally here." Lin Jing quickly stood up as soon as she saw her boss return.
"Mmm, business isn't good?" Song Qiao asked with a smile.
"Yes, many of our old customers didn't come today. It seems they've eaten too much and are tired of it."
Let alone the customers, even Lin Jing felt that the stinky tofu in the shop wasn't as delicious as it was at the beginning these past two days.
Song Qiao had already expected this situation. No matter how delicious something was, people would get tired of it if they ate it every day. After a few days, these old gourmands would naturally miss the taste here.
But he had to quickly think of a solution now, as Duan Kun wouldn't give him two more days because the shop had no customers.
Lin Jing also looked worried, unable to think of any ideas to help her boss.
Just as Song Qiao was at a loss,
"Got it!"
An idea flashed through his mind, making him unable to resist slapping his thigh excitedly, which startled Lin Jing next to him.
"Quickly make a few portions of stinky tofu with different flavors. We're going out for a while."
Song Qiao said and started working without explaining to Lin Jing.
Lin Jing was confused by her boss's actions and didn't ask too much. She quickly started helping Song Qiao.
Song Qiao just remembered that some popular catering companies in his previous life used to offer appetizers to customers while they waited for their food.
Among them, the famous Haidilao even had a wide variety of appetizers.
In this life, no restaurant had promoted this kind of gimmick yet, which was undoubtedly a good opportunity for Song Qiao.
His stinky tofu was spicy and appetizing, very suitable as an appetizer in a restaurant.
Just as he had finished frying the tofu, Li Lili, who had gone out to deliver, returned.
Song Qiao raised his hand and waved the packed stinky tofu, saying to Li Lili, who had just entered the door:
"Lili, I'll have to trouble you to watch the shop. I'm taking Lin Jing out to discuss some business."
After saying that, he got up and left the shop.
Li Lili looked at Lin Jing with a face full of confusion, wanting to find out from her what new tricks her boss was going to come up with.
Lin Jing shrugged, indicating that she also couldn't figure out her boss's idea. Then she quickly went out to catch up with Song Qiao.
After walking for about seven or eight minutes, the two arrived at the famous Spring Breeze Restaurant in the city.
"Boss, this is one of the most high-end restaurants in our city. What are you bringing me here for?" Lin Jing finally couldn't contain her inner doubts.
"Of course, I'm here to discuss a collaboration with their boss," Song Qiao said with a mysterious smile, looking like he had a plan.
"No way, boss? Our shop sells snacks, what kind of cooperation can we have with such a high-end restaurant?" Lin Jing was even more confused after hearing Song Qiao's answer.
Song Qiao said no more and strode into the restaurant.
"Hello, how many people in total?"
"Do you have a reservation?"
As soon as they entered, a young and beautiful waitress greeted them, asking Song Qiao solicitously.
"Please invite your store manager over. I have something to discuss with him first," Song Qiao said directly.
"Ah, this, this doesn't quite comply with the store's regulations," the waitress said hesitantly.
"It's okay. Rules are rigid, but people are flexible. Just go and notify him. Your boss won't blame you."
As he said this, he took out 50 yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into the waitress's hand.
"Okay, please wait a moment." The waitress immediately agreed crisply when she saw the money Song Qiao took out.
This 50 yuan was almost equal to her three days' salary. Since it was just to notify the manager, it was free money.
...
After about a few minutes, the restaurant's store manager, Xu Ran, came down from upstairs.
"Hello, I'm Xu Ran, the store manager of Spring Breeze Restaurant."
"May I ask what business you have with me?"
Xu Ran was very polite, not yet clear about the purpose of Song Qiao's visit.
"Song Qiao."
"I'm here to visit Boss Xu today to ask if you are interested in a collaboration?" Song Qiao smiled slightly and offered a cigarette as he stepped forward.
"Oh? What kind of cooperation?" Xu Ran waved his hand, refusing Song Qiao's cigarette, and asked with some doubt.
"I sell snacks. If Boss Xu cooperates with me, I guarantee that your store's revenue can double," Song Qiao said calmly, tucking the cigarette back into his pocket after seeing Xu Ran refuse it.
Store Manager Xu, who had been somewhat interested, frowned upon hearing this. He thought:
"Where did these two lunatics come from? Are they not afraid of their tongues getting twisted by bragging?"
However, having worked in the service industry for many years, he did not show it too obviously. He simply responded indifferently: "Boss Song, please don't joke. I'm actually busy with other things. Please make yourselves at home."
With that, he turned to leave, not wanting to waste his time on them.
It was clear from his words that he had no interest in the cooperation proposed by Song Qiao.