“No.”
A Sheng shook his head truthfully.
He just felt that the current situation was a bit passive for them. As for how to turn passive into activeness, he had no thoughts for a while.
He can design more delicious pastries, but pastries are never staple food.
Fumanju learned all their signature dishes. The guests came to the restaurant to have a meal, and the effect would be very limited.
He had to think about how to break this game.
“No, no”
Fang Qingyao was almost choked by his saliva, and he widened his eyes, “You kid, I didn’t expect anything you said?”
A Sheng blinked, “The method is more difficult than the difficulty.”
Worry is a day, and optimism is also a day, so it’s better to think about it.
“Okay, okay, you make sense. You can go and rest for a while.”
Fang Qingyao waved his hand to A Sheng.
“By the way.”
A Sheng just got up, heard this, stopped and looked down at his father.
Fang Qingyao reminded A Sheng: “The weather is hot, and most of the ingredients are not easy to store. After collecting the store at night, you can count the ingredients with your master. If it is not easy to spend the night, when you go back in the evening, please take some of the remaining ones home.
Also, in the past two days, less ingredients that are prone to deterioration. Otherwise, if we can’t use it that day and stay the next day, it’s not fresh or broken, increasing the cost is second, mainly because it’s too wasteful of food.”
A Sheng felt a little uncomfortable when he heard this.
In the past, they rarely used up the ingredients, so they often had to prepare more to prevent any need.
In the past few days, the master has asked the stall owners to give them less.
But Dad still said…it should be less.
I didn’t want my father to see the sadness in his heart, so as not to feel even more uncomfortable. A Sheng nodded and gestured to his father, “I understand.”
…
Fang Qingyao insisted on not being the best.
In this way, the price of Changqinglou cuisine cannot be reduced.
If it is lowered, you have to make a copy.
A temporary discount book is nothing, I am afraid that the store will be folded in at the end.
This Changqing Tower was made by Fang Qingyao for so many years. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a lifeblood. He takes every step very carefully.
If you have conservative advantages, it is not easy to make a mistake.
But sometimes it’s too conservativeIt’s not easy to break the deadlock.
Changqinglou’s business has been reduced by day by day.
…
“Uncle Zhao, go. Come next time.”
“Oh, okay. Sure, sure.”
The kitchen was not busy, so Dali wanted to go upstairs to clean up the private room. A Sheng happened to have nothing to do, so he helped take the guests out.
The other party bowed politely again and again, but his eyes glanced at Fu Manju opposite and said to A Sheng, “A Sheng, you are busy, don’t have to send him off. Ah.”
Pretending to not pay attention to the look of Uncle Zhao, A Sheng smiled and said goodbye.
After the customer left, before turning back to the store, A Sheng looked up at the opposite side.
The lobby of Fumanju is full of people, and even the private rooms on the second floor are full of them.
Although there is not a crowded place in the past few days of opening, it is considered a shocking achievement for a new store that has just opened.
A Sheng saw that there was a familiar face and was welcomed into the door by Fu Manju’s friend. When Fumanju was just driving, he saw a regular customer opposite and felt lost for a while, but now he was used to it.
A Sheng turned his head and looked at his lobby.
In the lobby, there were only a few guests sitting sporadically.
He heard it before. The guests at this table came to their store because Fumanju and the food was served.
Like the Uncle Zhao he sent out just now…
…
“Shopkeeper, you have to think of a solution! Could it be that Fumanju will ride on us?”
A Sheng turned back to the store, and Dali also got off the private room upstairs, and happened to hear Dali say to his father.
The store business is declining day by day, and Fang Qingyao, the shopkeeper, is most anxious.
But he couldn’t show it in front of the clerk, and he still had to stabilize the hearts of the people. Fang Qingyao turned over the account book that he looked at, looked up at Dali, and said in his mouth: “What are you riding or not, we should do our own things better than anything else. You are busy with your business. Don’t worry, as long as you have a shopkeeper’s mouth, you won’t be hungry. Ah.”
Besides, he couldn’t think of anything he could think about!
This, isn’t there always a good idea?
“Shopkeeper, I don’t mean that, I mainly…”
Isn’t he angry?
Before Dali could finish his words, his sleeves were pulled.
Dali turned his head and saw the young boss.
A Sheng shook his head toward him.