After eating spicy crayfish, Wu Bu* was still thinking about it.
He packed some spicy crayfish and took them to his brother, intending to see what his brother thought of his taste.
Wu* saw Wu Shao in this state, reeking of alcohol.
A look of disappointment flashed across his face. A hero needs a strong support system. He had hoped this useless brother of his could help him out a little.
But he had overestimated him. Forget helping; he would be thankful if he didn't have to help him.
From childhood to adulthood, he had always been the one to clean up his messes.
Forget it. This brother was just like that. A leopard cannot change its spots.
He had to rely on himself to work hard.
Unexpectedly, Wu Bu* handed over the plastic bag he was carrying.
Wu* took it in surprise. What was this? This kid never brought food before. Was the sun rising in the west today?
Seeing Wu*'s expression, Wu Bu* immediately became displeased, "What's wrong? Not eating? Fine, I'll throw it away then."
Wu* quickly took it. His brother was always like this. He supposed it was no small feat for him to bring food for once.
He remembered when they were little, he would secretly save good food for his brother. How close they were back then.
At some point, perhaps as their family's condition improved, the brothers became like strangers.
Wu* looked at his younger brother, who had always depended on him since childhood. Wu* felt a sense of disappointment that he wasn't living up to his potential. In the end, all his unspoken words turned into one sentence.
"Wu Bu*, your brother advises you to live a good life. I won't always be able to shield you from the storms. There will come a time when you have to face everything alone."
Wu Bu* said nonchalantly, "Big Brother, you can rest assured. I'm just a playboy. At most, I'll spend money and have fun. I won't commit any crimes. I just spend money to seek pleasure. You are so capable. As long as I don't break the law, that's fine. So, don't expect too much from me."
Hearing Wu Bu*'s words, Wu* was almost angered to death.
"My rules are strict, you know that," Wu* said in a deep voice.
Wu Bu* had an indifferent expression, "No matter how strict the rules are, you can't kill me. Don't forget we're blood brothers. Mom always said, 'Blood is thicker than water!' Don't you remember?"
Damn it, this reason was so powerful, so powerful that Wu* couldn't refute it. Dealing with such a goofy brother, Wu* felt like he had encountered a ghost.
This goofball understood everything but refused to do anything sensible. He spent his days eating, drinking, and having fun.
If nothing else, his monthly expenses were fixed, never exceeding or falling short. He was the epitome of someone seeking pleasure.
Wu* glanced at the food Wu Bu* had brought him and was about to throw it away.
Seeing his action, Wu Bu* shouted, "Aren't you planning to enter the catering industry? This is exactly what you need!"
Hearing this, Wu* was a little surprised. Wu Bu*'s taste was always peculiar. Could there be something special in here?
Wu* slowly opened the food container, and a pile of bright red shrimps greeted him. Or rather, these shrimps seemed a bit small.
"Why are these shrimps so small? The shrimps here aren't good. Deep-sea shrimp taste much more authentic," Wu* commented.
"Big Brother, you're my real brother. Try a bite first before saying anything else," Wu Bu* said impatiently.
"Alright, alright!" Wu* readily agreed. Seeing his brother's impatient expression, Wu* sighed.
He reached out and picked up a shrimp. As usual, he pulled off its head and saw a patch of golden yellow on its back.
"What is this yellow stuff?"
"They say it's shrimp roe, and it tastes very delicious," Wu Bu* explained. The unique flavor of these crayfish wasn't just in one aspect.
Wu* took a bite, and his expression became serious. The taste was too delicious. He had never eaten such delicious shrimp before.
"These shrimps taste good. What variety are they?" Wu* was immediately interested. For the catering business, having a signature dish would help build a reputation.
"Crayfish, locally produced," Wu Bu* introduced.
"I've never had them before. I've heard of crayfish, but they say they have many parasites and can easily cause infectious diseases," Wu* said with a disdainful look.
Crayfish were considered inedible by many. Eating too many could lead to poisoning.
However, Wu Bu* should know this, shouldn't he? Wu* looked at Wu Bu* with a questioning gaze.
"How is it, Big Brother? With this dish, entering the catering business wouldn't be a problem. In my opinion, this dish has excellent color, aroma, and taste. It can completely serve as a signature dish for the catering business."
Wu* was suddenly enthusiastic. This brother didn't seem as ignorant as rumored.
"Continue. Tell me your thoughts."
"What other thoughts can I have, Big Brother? Considering I brought you a signature dish, can I have more pocket money this month?"
Here we go again. Wu* tasted a few more crayfish, "This is acceptable, but peeling them is a bit troublesome."
"That's easy to solve. The waiters can provide shrimp-peeling services. When we select our waiters, we can set the standards to be like models. It would be best if they are also highly educated and possess intellectual beauty," Wu Bu* said enthusiastically, reaching out and eating a few more crayfish.
Hearing this, Wu* was a little moved. With a peerless delicacy and peerless beauties, such a place for spending money—no, such a money-making tree—would surely lead to fortune.
He never expected this playboy to have such foresight and such a suggestion. It was truly excellent. If he were to build a club.
"Have you brought the recipe?"
"Not yet. I'll have him reveal the recipe tomorrow."
Wu* nodded with satisfaction, "Don't force him. If it's really necessary, we can pay for it. Our goal is the recipe. We are businessmen."
Wu Bu* patted his chest with a clang, "Leave this to me. It's a minor matter. You eat first, I'm going to rest."
"Oh, right. We can invite him to be our chef. We can offer him a high salary then. The salary won't cost much," Wu* casually remarked.
In this world, there's nothing money can't solve. If a problem isn't solved, it's because not enough money has been spent.
This kid finally did something sensible. It seemed his playboy brother also had talent. His family had wronged him.
This night was the night crayfish became famous, the night crayfish turned their fortunes around. From this night on, crayfish were grandly served on the dining table.
No longer appearing as animal feed on farms, no longer unknown and ignored, they underwent a massive transformation from obscurity to widespread acclaim.
It's not that we don't understand, it's that the world changes too fast. We initially intended to respond to change with constancy, only to find that the world had changed too quickly.
Every new industry that emerges is accompanied by the rise of some people and the decline of others.