"Shen Ke?" Wei Cheng laughed, stood up and dusted off his body, and said, "Let's go, it's not too early, I have to rush back to the meeting later!" ”

"Hey...... You can make it clear! Meng Lan followed and stood up.

Wei Cheng picked up the bicycle, raised his legs and straddled it, turned back to her and said, "Get on the bike." ”

Meng Lan sat up on his waist and asked again unwillingly, "Who wrote it?" ”

Wei Cheng supported the ground with one foot, grabbed Meng Lan's hands on his waist with both hands back, pulled them forward to his abdomen and folded them up, and said, "Hold it tight, don't let go this time!" ”

"What, what do you mean?" Meng Lan asked.

Wei Cheng smiled and rode on the road.

Meng Lan was uncomfortable, quietly withdrew his hand, and as soon as he moved, he was noticed by Wei Cheng, and patted her on the hand, "Don't move!" ”

Meng Lan's cheeks were slightly hot, but he didn't move again after all.

The afternoon wind, as soft as a lover's eye waves, made her drowsy, and she leaned her head on Wei Cheng's broad back and closed her eyes gently.

The restaurant of a friend of a friend of Weicheng is opened in the food street of the university town, the store is not big, specializing in nutritious bento, according to the difference between the north and the south and the consumption level, there are seven or eight fixed varieties of different tastes and prices, and the package can be customized according to the personal requirements for nutrition and taste, such as weight loss package, low-sugar package, etc., which can basically meet the dining needs of most students.

My friend's name is Xu Lu, female, in her early thirties, knowing that Wei Cheng and Meng Lan were coming, she was already waiting in the store in advance, now is not a meal, there are only a few customers in the store, which is suitable for conversation.

Because of the delay in playing, Wei Cheng and Xu Lu left in a hurry after a few words of greeting, leaving Meng Lan here, saying that they would come to pick her up after the meeting.

After Wei Cheng left, Xu Lu and Meng Lan sat and drank tea for a while, and after getting a general understanding of her basic situation, they took her directly to visit the kitchen.

The kitchen is not big, but it is very tidy, the stove and kitchenware are all stainless steel custom, it looks high-end and professional, there are three employees in white overalls are preparing dishes for dinner inside, everyone is very skillful and neat, and it looks like they have been strictly trained.

Xu Lu said, "To make fast food, the focus is on a fast word, and fast meal is its biggest advantage, so the variety should be less and fine, and the more and more miscellaneous should not only waste manpower, material resources and time, but also make customers hesitate when choosing, affecting the order of customers later."

When I first started making it, I didn't understand any of this, so I blindly pursued a variety of varieties that would make it more appealing, and as a result, I was scrambling to prepare the ingredients every day.

Some of the ingredients were expensive and difficult to buy, and if they were not prepared, someone would order them, and sometimes no one would order them for a few days, and finally they had to be thrown away, and at that time I hired seven or eight employees who were too busy, and it also led to a large loss of customers.

Later, after I found out the doorway, I reduced the variety to eight, and only focused on doing a good job of these eight every day, so that half of the cost was saved at once, the original work of eight people, now four people do it, and the waiting time of customers is also shortened, and the effect is particularly good. ”

While listening, Meng Lan took a small notebook and wrote down the key points.

At this time, a customer just ordered a black pepper steak rice takeaway, the waiter outside placed an order, Xu Lu took a lunch box to personally pack the meal demonstration to Meng Lan, the lunch box has five grids, one grid for steak, one grid for vegetables and sliced boiled eggs, one grid for fruit salad, a small grid in the middle for decorative flowers, and a big grid for rice at the bottom.

The rice was steamed in the steamer, and when Xu Lu opened the steamer door, Meng Lan was stunned, her rice was actually steamed in molds of various shapes, flower-shaped, heart-shaped, and animal-shaped, all lifelike, exquisite and chic, which made people unbearable to swallow.

In addition, there is also a free old fire soup.

Xu Lu said, "You see, although my meal is only sold for 16 yuan, but how much effort I have spent on it, now people's living standards have improved, fast food is no longer the original large quantity and low price can be passed, delicious, balanced nutrition, high appearance, in order to attract the attention of young people." For example, if you are in the business of middle school students, you should make balanced nutrition as a selling point as much as possible, because what parents value most is their children's nutrition, right? ”

"Yes, yes, yes, what you said makes sense, I remember all of this." Meng Lan nodded again and again.

"There is also a top priority, and that is hygiene." Xu Lu said, "Whether it is environmental hygiene, food hygiene or personal hygiene of employees, we must achieve the extreme, so that the most picky people, even those who have a habit of cleanliness, can not find faults, and only then can they be regarded as meeting the standard."

Although this standard is difficult to do, and the effect can not be seen in the short term, but after a long time, the effect will come out, two stores that open at the same time, one pays attention to hygiene, and the other does not pay attention to hygiene, may not be seen within a month or two, and the contrast will be particularly obvious after three months, customers are not fools, they will always find out. ”

Meng Lan himself has a slight cleanliness habit, and he agrees with this point of view very much, "I have a deep understanding of hygiene, I usually eat out by myself, and the most worrying thing is hygiene, I will definitely pay attention to this, is there anything else?" ”

"Do what I said above, it's basically about the same." Xu Lu said, "Then you have to be able to publicize and market, don't be homogeneous with the surrounding restaurants, you must have your own characteristics, the kind that others can't imitate, and you have to have one or two things that you can't eat if you don't come to your house to eat, and if you do this, you can wait to get rich." ”

"Haha." Meng Lan laughed while recording, "I don't want to make any money, I can earn enough for me and my companions to support the children and subsidize the family." ”

"Then you can't do that." Xu Lu said, "You must be ambitious in business, or you don't do it, you have to make a lot of money if you want to do it, you are tired and tired every day, and if you don't make money, you are sorry for your heart, women must be rich at any time, and the richer a woman is, the more confident she is." ”

"Okay, then I'll work towards the goal of making a lot of money." Meng Lan said with a smile.

After looking at the kitchen, Xu Lu took her to all parts of the front hall and told her a lot of precautions for the operation and management of the front hall.

Meng Lan wrote them down one by one in a small notebook.

As it gets late, diners flock from all directions, and the whole street becomes lively.

The store began to get busy, Meng Lan ran back and forth in the front hall and back kitchen to help, and by the way learned the specific operating procedures, and she had benefited a lot from the peak period of one or two hours.

Xu Lu praised her for her quick movements, warm and kind to guests, and a dry catering material, and said that she would take her to several other branches in the city to visit and study tomorrow, and strive to teach her a teacher in two days.

Meng Lan was very grateful for her unreserved and expressed his gratitude again and again.

Xu Lu said, "You don't have to thank me, if you want to thank you, thank Mr. Wei who brought you, he helped you, but it took a lot of trouble!" ”

Meng Lan had been devoting herself to her studies, leaving Wei Cheng behind for the time being, and as soon as she reminded her, she remembered it again.

I don't know if the meeting in Wei Cheng is over.

I wanted to make a phone call to ask, but I was afraid that it would affect him, so I thought about it or forget it, anyway, he said that he would come to pick her up as soon as the meeting was over.

She sat in the corner of the restaurant to rest, and couldn't help but think of the poem that Wei Cheng mentioned in the afternoon.

That poem, which she was very impressed, was the first love poem she received in her life.

One moonlit night, Shen Ke waited for her on her way back to her dormitory from the library, handed her the envelope and ran away, not telling her who wrote it.

She blushed and returned to the dormitory, and after reading the poem, she didn't fall asleep in the middle of the night, and her mind was full of Shen Kejunlang's appearance.

After tossing and turning in the middle of the night, she lay in the quilt and gave Shen Ke a poem, and the next day she gave it to him while no one was stuffed, and since then the two have begun to exchange letters between you and me.

Shen Ke is so talented, he has written ninety-nine poems for her, each of which is amazingly talented, affectionate and smart, so that her heart has been moved again and again, and she has been attacked little by little, and since then her heart is full of him, and she can no longer tolerate anyone.

It's just a pity that since they confirmed their relationship, Shen Ke has never written poems to her.

Whenever she asked, he always said that he was busy with schoolwork and had no time, and said that he would write to her when he was free.

This is nearly 20 years, but he has never written a word or a half.

She kept all the poems of the past, put them in a wooden box, locked them, and when she moved them out, she took them to her new residence with the umbrella.

She also thought about throwing away these useless things, but after all, it was the most romantic memory of her youth, and she couldn't be ruthless after trying a few times, and now she suddenly told her that these poems that she had hidden for half her life were probably not from Shen Ke's hand, so why should she be embarrassed?

Wei Cheng, he didn't look like he was joking, and there was a fact that had to be admitted, he did look more talented than Shen Ke.

Did Shen Ke steal his poem, or was the poem originally handed over by him to Shen Ke?

Oh, my God!

Meng Lan thought of this possibility, and couldn't help but cover her heart, if this was the case, wouldn't she have been deceived by Shen Ke, the messenger?

Wei Cheng beat him like that back then, was it because of this?

No, this can't be, although Shen Ke has a sleek and speculative side, he will never be so despicable, and after living together for so many years, she still knows him very well.

He's not like that!

Yes, he's not that kind of person, he's not that kind of person...... Meng Lan hypnotized herself in her heart, telling herself that Shen Ke was not so unbearable, and telling herself that she had not paid her true feelings back then.

But what about Wei Cheng? Thinking of the twenty years that Wei Cheng had been ruined, she was so unconfident......

"What do you think?" A voice asked.

Meng Lan looked up and saw Wei Cheng standing in front of him with a light smile, white shirt and black trousers, holding his coat in one hand and holding it in his pocket with the other, looking at her like a teenager.

Meng Lan suddenly choked up, looked up into Wei Cheng's eyes and asked, "Ninety-nine poems, are they all written by you?" ”