When he was in junior high school, Zhao Wei had already reached the age of remembering, so he clearly remembered that the place where fried rice was sold was a restaurant in Guanfu Lane.

"No wonder this plate of fried rice has the taste of childhood!"

"If you like it!"

Qi Hao responded politely and walked to the back kitchen.

But as soon as the front foot stepped in, he was stopped by Zhao Wei on the back foot.

"Boss, just now you said that you can pack it here, right?"

"Hmm!"

Originally, the hotel also planned to do takeaway services, so when it was still being renovated, Qi Hao contacted the manufacturer and supplied a batch of packing boxes here.

"Then pack one for me, plus I have two more copies here, a total of 504 yuan, right?" Is there a transfer code here? I'll sweep it! ”

"Okay!"

Qi Hao actually has something to say later, just want Zhao Wei to give 500, after all, this is not a supermarket or a chain restaurant.

But thinking about it, it doesn't seem appropriate, after all, Fan Sheng is still there, he gave 504 for the same three meals just now, and treating them differently in front of others is not what a boss should do.

Simply, you can collect as much as you want!

After the money arrived, Qi Hao entered the kitchen.

Right now, he had made four portions of fried rice in its entirety, and after preparing the ingredients for the remaining three portions of fried rice, Qi Hao found that the remaining ingredients seemed to be no longer enough to make another one.

Originally, he thought that he could make ten copies of the materials he bought in the morning.

I don't know if some materials, after peeling off the shell and removing some things, there are not many edible parts left.

So the cost of nearly 800 yuan, but in the end, only seven servings of fried rice can be made, and the actual cost of one has reached more than 110 yuan.

However, since it has been sold at a price of 168 yuan, Qi Hao can't sit on the ground and start the price.

Swallow the bitter fruit you planted!

......

Zhao Wei sat back in his position and continued to work on the fried rice that he hadn't finished eating.

Li Zexiang, who was sitting opposite, had already gobbled up a plate of fried rice.

"Boss, the amount of fried rice here is much more than that outside, why are you still packing one? Can't get enough to eat or..."

"Bring it back to give me milk!"

Seeing that Zhao Wei's mood was a little low, Li Zexiang immediately put down his mobile phone, frowned and asked with concern, "What's wrong?" Isn't it grandma she..."

"Stop! My milk is still alive, and your crow's mouth can be put away! ”

Zhao Wei hurriedly cut off Li Zexiang's words, put the spoon on the plate, and became serious.

Although on weekdays, he also has a Ling Ran demeanor, but at this moment, his seriousness seems to hide a story.

Li Zexiang also didn't interject in a funny way, sat opposite, and listened to Zhao Wei continue to say:

"When I was in junior high school, I went to Jiangdu with my parents once, and ate the same flavor of fried rice in Guanfu Lane, and then I couldn't resist falling in love with this dish."

"When I go home, I often wonder when I'll be able to eat this bowl of rice again."

"But I also know that at that time, that plate of fried rice cost 88 yuan, which was worth half a month's expenses of my family, so my family would not take me to eat it easily, even if my house was very close to the river."

"Later, when my grandmother found out about this, she took me all the way there, and even agreed with me that as long as I got a good ranking in school in the future, she would take me to Jiangdu to eat fried rice once."

"So, in order to be able to eat fried rice, I studied very hard, from the monthly exams, the final exams, and even various school competitions, I can get very good results every time, and my grandmother will take me there every time according to the agreement."

"There's one detail that I still remember vividly."

"Every time I went to dinner, my grandmother would only order me a plate of fried rice, but she didn't eat it, saying that she didn't like eggs."

"At that time, I only cared about eating for myself, and I thought that my milk really didn't like to eat."

"Actually, now that I think about it..."

Zhao Wei said, his emotions also came up, picked up the water cup, and poured himself a sip of water.

Smiled silently and continued: "Huh! Now that I think about it, I was also in junior high school at that time, how could I be so naïve? ”

"Fried rice for 88 yuan a piece, and it's so delicious, who doesn't like it?"

"Maybe she just wanted me to eat more, so she deliberately said she didn't like it!"

"Later, after graduating from college, I went on a business trip, and when I passed through Jiangdu, I wanted to bring a fried rice back to my grandmother."

"As a result, when I went to Guanfu Lane, I found that it had already changed, and there was a restaurant that no longer existed!"

"As for the old chef who cooked this fried rice, he has also passed away for many years."

"Seriously, I do regret not letting my milk eat that plate of fried rice!"

At this time, Li Zexiang humorously took over the conversation: "No wonder the company organizes a dinner, no matter where you go, every time you will order a fried rice, there is such a story!" ”

"I think that if there is an old chef in a restaurant with such good skills, he will naturally not let it be lost, and he will definitely accept disciples. So I wanted to try my luck, maybe one day I could eat his true craftsmanship, so that I could make up for my regrets! ”

"But it's not so much that when we're eating buffet, you can also go eat fried rice! The chef there, if he had the skill of making 88 yuan fried rice, would he have gone to a star-rated hotel, and where would he make a living in the cafeteria? What a talent! ”

Li Zexiang is not a pessimistic person, so even if Zhao Wei told his relationship with fried rice so sincerely, he was stunned to use a very funny sentence to reverse the heavy atmosphere very easily.

Zhao Wei sneered, really amused by the small child in front of him.

In the back kitchen, Qi Hao had already packed the three-point fried rice.

After Fan Sheng got the fried rice, he said hello, and left the hotel with the big and heavy denim travel bag on his back.

And Zhao Wei, the moment he received the lunch box, his deep emotions also improved, and after thanking him slightly, he left with Li Zexiang.

After a brief period of popularity, the Gimpo Banquet became deserted again.

But Qi Hao didn't think anything of it, after all, the ingredients had been used up, and even if there were any more guests, he would still send people away.

But then again, before the hotel officially opened, it did a business of more than 1,000 yuan at once, even if the real profit was only about 200 yuan, Qi Hao was really a little excited in his heart, and wondered, is he ready to prepare for the hotel to officially open for business?

Although there is only one fried rice wrapped in gold and silver in the current store, Qi Hao is still very confident in today's practice.

You know, there was a restaurant that was on the verge of closure at the beginning, but it was with such a fried rice that it was revived.

After a brief consideration, Qi Hao finally set the opening date for next Monday, which also means a new beginning.

For this reason, before leaving the store, he also specially posted a circle of friends...