Chapter 620 Hot pot tastes like this
When eating hot pot, it’s natural to have ice Coke.
The ice-cold dark brown cola bubbles in the cup, and the hot reddish-brown hot pot bubbles in the pot, one red and one brown, one large and one small, complementing each other, double stimulation, several times. hapiness.
Jiang Feng took a bite of mutton rolls, a bite of Coke, a bite of Maodu, a bite of cuttlefish balls and a bite of Coke, feeling as happy as a god.
"Fengfeng, there's something on your clothes." Wu Minqi originally wanted to ask Jiang Feng to hand him the soy milk, but her eyes happened to glance at Jiang Feng's collar and she pointed at the stained area.
Jiang Feng looked down and found that it was not the hot pot ingredients but the syrup from when he made orange juice candies. The color of the syrup was very similar to the color of his clothes. If Wu Minqi hadn't been sharp-eyed, he might not have noticed it until the clothes were thrown into the washing machine.
Wu Minqi picked up a piece of frozen tofu from the hot pot. Looking at the boiling hot pot, she seemed to think of something. The chopsticks failed to catch the frozen tofu and slipped into the pot again. Jiang Feng, who was originally scooping up quail eggs from the clear soup pot next door, quickly picked up the frozen tofu with a spoon and put it into Wu Minqi's bowl.
Jiang Feng gave Wu Minqi a look and asked her what was wrong.
Wu Minqi picked up the frozen tofu and took a small bite. After thinking for a while, she swallowed the tofu in her mouth and asked, "Sun Jikai, has Grandpa Sun's will not been announced yet?"
Sun Jikai nodded: "The will is still with the lawyer. My dad and my second uncle want to wait until all matters related to grandpa's funeral are completely completed before announcing the will. It will be announced next week at the latest."
Wu Minqi said nothing.
Sun Jikai asked: "What's wrong?"
"When I was talking on the phone with my mother this afternoon, my mother mentioned something to me. In fact, it's not a big deal. Maybe I'm thinking too much." Wu Minqi said hesitantly.
Her uncharacteristic appearance made Jiang Feng and Sun Jikai involuntarily put down their chopsticks and look at her.
"Did you know...your second uncle bought a building?" Wu Minqi asked.
Jiang Feng:?
Is your Sun family already rich enough?
"I know, I probably bought it around December last year. What's wrong?" Sun Jikai looked as usual.
"My mother also heard from others that your second uncle seems to be opening a hotel." Wu Minqi said, "Maybe I'm overthinking it, but do you know the contents of your grandfather's will?"
Sun Jikai did not say it clearly: "It is normal for my second uncle to want to open a hotel. In the past few years, he has always suggested that my grandfather turn the Jubao Building into a hotel, with catering as the supplement and hotel operation as the mainstay. However, my grandfather scolded this plan."
"The business of Jubao Building has been getting worse year by year in recent years. In addition, the catering industry is not very prosperous. My second uncle is good at business management, so he has always had the idea of running a hotel." Sun Jikai said, "He now has relatively large funds. With plenty of money, it’s not difficult to open a hotel.”
"That's good." Wu Minqi smiled.
"Speaking of this, how is Taifeng Tower doing lately?" Sun Jikai asked.
"Ah?" Jiang Feng didn't expect the topic to change so suddenly, "It's fine. What's wrong?"
"Isn't there a new French restaurant in the shopping mall next to you? I heard that the chef is a chef from a Michelin two-star restaurant. I thought the business of Tai Feng Building would be affected to some extent." Sun Jikai stretched out his chopsticks to pick up The mutton roll floating on the surface of the spicy pot was accidentally cut off by Jiang Feng.
"It has an impact. It's quite a big impact." Jiang Feng didn't have the consciousness or sense of crisis of becoming the owner of Tai Feng House at all. "It seems that there are a lot fewer customers, right Qiqi?"
Wu Minqi nodded: "The kitchen was indeed much less busy in the two days before we came here than before."
"But I don't think it has much to do with the opening of the top-floor restaurant." Jiang Feng said, "The third grandfather suddenly fell ill and was hospitalized, and my grandfather was absent-minded, and his heart was unstable. Everyone is not as attentive to work as before, and even I am always in a daze. I’m distracted, there are many times more negative reviews in the ordering system than before.”
Sun Jikai:?
Your restaurant has become like this, why do I think you are not worried at all?
"But fortunately there is a room manager. If she hadn't been in charge of the lobby, dealing with negative reviews from guests, and giving out small gifts in a timely manner, the turnover would probably have dropped a bit."
"Managers have to hire professionals. Professionals are just different from my mother." Jiang Feng sighed.
The speaker was unintentional and the listener was intentional, and the alarm bell rang in Sun Jikai's heart.
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After a pleasant hot pot meal, they naturally dispersed and headed back home. Sun Jikai still had some matters to deal with at Jubao Tower, so he took a taxi and left first. Jiang Feng hadn't eaten hot pot for a while, so he ate this meal quickly and voraciously, and it was very rare that he showed the aura of the Jiang family at the dinner table. I didn't feel it while eating, but after eating I realized that I couldn't hold it anymore. This hot pot restaurant was not too far from the hotel, so Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi decided to go back and treat it as a walk.
The young couple walked hand in hand back to the hotel, and naturally they wanted to talk about some topics that should be discussed during the walk.
"Qiqi, you said you were overthinking when you were eating. What exactly are you overthinking?" Jiang Feng asked curiously. He had been holding back this question for a long time and only dared to ask it after Sun Jikai returned.
Wu Minqi glanced at Jiang Feng helplessly, feeling that her boyfriend was really not suitable to be the heir of a restaurant and had no sensitivity at all.
"I'm worried that the management and decision-making power of Jubao Tower does not belong to Sun Jikai and his family." Wu Minqi said.
"Why?"
"The business model of Sun Jikai's family is different from ours. Ours here only operates restaurants, while theirs is a company. In addition to Jubao Building, there are many peripheral businesses." Wu Minqi explained, "When my mother and I talked about this on the phone this afternoon, my first reaction was that Sun Jikai and his second uncle wanted to change Jubao Building into a hotel business model."
"It will be very difficult to run a hotel alone without the Jubaolou brand. Without any connections or foundation, no reputation, and no relevant experience in operating a hotel, it would be very risky to spend huge sums of money to buy a building and run a hotel under such circumstances. Investment.”
"But if we change the business model of Jubaolou to that of a hotel, it will be much smoother, and the risks will be relatively smaller." Wu Minqi said, "Maybe I really think too much, or maybe it's my subjective I feel that the relationship between Sun Jikai’s family and his second uncle’s family is not good..."
"Maybe it's because I've watched too many TV series recently."
Wu Minqi's voice suddenly dropped in the last sentence.
"What have you been watching lately?"
"Ji Yue recommended it to me. It's an old drama. The plot is outrageous but unexpectedly good-looking. It includes car accidents, amnesia, miscarriage, cancer, fights between wealthy families, and inheritance battles."
Jiang Feng:...
What kind of nonsense has Ji Yue seen over the years?
"But Grandpa Sun left the Jubao Tower to Sun Jikai. I must have thought too much."
"How did you know?" Jiang Feng looked confused.
"Sun Jikai said it."
"Did he say that?"
"I said it."
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
"How is Grandpa Jiang recovering today?" Wu Minqi changed the subject without explaining.
"Ah." Jiang Feng stopped and quickly took out his mobile phone, "I forgot to ask. I was so anxious when I went out this morning that I forgot about this."
Swearing is a mistake!
"Didn't Uncle Jiang send you a message?" Wu Minqi also stopped and watched Jiang Feng click on WeChat to send a message to Jiang Shengshi.
"Now Grandpa San is responsible for three meals a day. He must be very busy. It's normal that he didn't send me a message." Jiang Feng edited the message and clicked send. He copied the paragraph, changed a few words and sent it again. To Jiang Yong.
"Let's go, Qiqi. When they get back to me, I'll ask if I can make a video call with Third Grandpa to see how he is in spirits." Jiang Feng put the phone back into his jacket pocket, "I just don't know that Third Grandpa is asleep. No. ”
"It's not even 8 o'clock now, I'm sure I haven't slept. Let's go quickly. If we don't arrive at the hotel until after 9 o'clock, maybe Grandpa Jiang will really fall asleep." Wu Minqi smiled, holding Jiang Feng's hand and speeding up his pace.
Another day where I didn’t eat hot pot and didn’t finish the first draft of my graduation thesis.
(End of chapter)