Dividends?

Liu Qingyue's eyes lit up instantly.

She quickly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks in her hand, and looked at the silver ticket in Ling Zijin's hand while wiping her hands: "How many were there last month?" ”

The corners of Ling Zijin's lips hooked slightly, and his tone was unconsciously proud: "Five hundred taels." ”

What she asked for was half of the restaurant's net profit.

Half into five hundred taels, then the net profit of the restaurant last month was nearly 10,000 taels of silver.

"Tsk, don't blame the poor getting poorer, the rich getting richer!"

Liu Qingyue sighed, and happily took the silver ticket and stuffed it into her pocket.

Ling Zijin looked at her casual movements, casual tone, casual expression, and more casual attitude towards the silver ticket, and couldn't help but sigh again at Liu Qingyue's specialness.

If she was from a big family, then this kind of mind, this state of not liking things and not being sad about herself, Ling Zijin didn't feel anything.

However, Liu Qingyue is just a village girl from a peasant family!

Their family is afraid that they can't earn fifty taels a year, but in the face of five hundred taels of silver, she doesn't care so much.

And Ling Zijin could see that this kind of indifference was not disguised.

Liu Qingyue didn't notice Ling Zijin's expression, and after thinking about it for a while, she asked again: "After using the seasoning, how much has the profit of your restaurant increased?" ”

Ling Zijin stretched out three fingers with a look of invitation.

Thirty percent.

Liu Qingyue nodded her chin and groaned for a while, raised her eyes to look at Ling Zijin, and asked abruptly, "When are you going back this time?" ”

The expression on Ling Zijin's face froze instantly.

He looked at Liu Qingyue, and a trace of grievance appeared in his eyes: "I only came yesterday, do you want to drive me away today?" ”

Liu Qingyue......

Why didn't she find out that Ling Gongzi was so good before!

Ling Zijin bowed his head gloomily, and his whole person seemed to be caged with a layer of loneliness.

He sighed and muttered, "I'll leave whenever you tell me to go......"

Liu Qingyue grinded her teeth and said word by word: "Say, people, words!" ”

How blind was she before, she actually felt that this person was a humble gentleman, and Wen Run had been immersed in her bones!

Seeing Liu Qingyue's fried appearance, Ling Zijin's warm face showed a touch of laughter.

He chuckled lowly, and his pleasant appearance was very handsome.

After laughing, he looked at Liu Qingyue seriously, and replied softly: "I mean seriously, the problem has been solved before I came out this time, so I am not in a hurry to go back." Why are you asking me this question all of a sudden, is there something I want to do? ”

Liu Qingyue wrinkled her nose arrogantly and returned to her seriousness.

"It's not for you to do errands, but I want to go with you to Fucheng, I want to find something. Also, teach your chef a few signature dishes. After adding seasonings, the restaurant's business only increased by 30%, which was less than I expected, and I went to see if the dishes needed to be improved. ”

Ling Zijin's eyes lit up.

He also knows that after years of development, his restaurant has reached a certain bottleneck.

If you can't introduce new dishes, it will be difficult to attract new customers.

It's just that the chef of the restaurant has been working in the Ling family for many years, and he has affection and righteousness, even if he can't study new dishes, he has never considered changing people.

After Ling Zijin took over the management of the restaurant, he once recruited a new chef.

It's just that skilled chefs are also ambitious, and when they saw that they climbed to the position of chef, they left.

The Ling family's restaurant is just open, and it still makes money, but in Yongning Mansion, it is just in a position that is neither up nor down, not embarrassing, and not embarrassing.

Originally, with the blessing of seasonings, the business increased by three percent, and Ling Zijin was still a little proud.

At this time, I couldn't help but feel ashamed.