Chapter 344 - 146: Delicious Is About to Be a Hit

Chapter 344: Chapter 146: Delicious Is About to Be a Hit

An assistant leaned over and quietly whispered a few words in his ear.

It was then that Two Hundred Yuan finally understood. "Oh, so everyone wants me to go check out Delicious? Alright, no problem! We’ll stay the night in the Capital City, and tomorrow, we’ll head to Jingzhou and scope it out!"

The live comments were filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

"Two hundred yuan? Dude, if you go to Delicious, I’m afraid you won’t even be able to afford the dishwater..."

"Stop messing around. A few of their pastries cost tens of thousands. How are you gonna go there with just two hundred yuan?"

"The streamer will go there and say, ’I’ve got two hundred yuan, I’ll eat whatever you give me.’ And the owner will say, ’How about you just get the hell out!’"

"Just go check it out! Maybe Boss Su’s place doesn’t *only* have luxury food. If I didn’t have to work, I’d want to go see it, too."

Two Hundred Yuan couldn’t care less about these comments from his fans.

In his line of work, you just followed the hype and chased the traffic. Even if he went and couldn’t afford to eat, he could still rack up plenty of likes just by filming a video standing at the entrance.

That was enough.

Fast asleep, Su Chen was completely oblivious to the events unfolding outside.

Bai Xiaobo tried to report to the boss several times, but Aunt Fang blocked him each time.

"Boss Xiaosu has been run ragged these past few days. Just let him get some proper rest! If the sky falls, there are taller people to hold it up. Besides, it’s not like you can ever finish earning all the money in the world."

Facing Aunt Fang, the formidable "Gate God," Bai Xiaobo simply couldn’t get past. He could only retreat dejectedly to the second floor and slip into Ling Shuyu’s office.

"I have very important things to do right now. I don’t have time for your trivial problems. If you feel you’re incapable of making decisions, you can submit your resignation."

President Ling’s reply was even more severe.

Bai Xiaobo left Ling Shuyu’s office resentfully and ducked into the kitchen.

"If people want to eat, we cook for ’em. That’s our job. What’re you getting so worked up about? If we can take the order, we take it. If we can’t, we turn it down. Look at you, ya big coward."

Zhang Heping and Chen the Eighth had fried up a plate of peanuts and a dish of stir-fried chicken—the very recipe Boss Su had taught them.

At that moment, they were eating, drinking, and chatting away merrily. Little short-legged Zhang Li was also in there, mooching food and drinks, happy as could be!

Hitting another wall, Bai Xiaobo looked around. "Sister Shengnan, you won’t chew me out too, will you?"

But when he approached Liu Shengnan...

...the great Sister Shengnan didn’t even look up. "The company’s accounts are numerous and a mess right now. You’d best not bring up anything that isn’t about money."

Bai Xiaobo: ... ’Shuting!!!’

"In a little garden, I dig and I dig and I dig~" He Shuting sang, then turned to him. "Xiaobai, I am now a major streamer with one hundred thousand followers. So if you have something to say, spit it out!"

Bai Xiaobo watched He Shuting striking one pose after another. He just shook his head, then dejectedly found an empty table and slumped into a chair.

"Fine, fine, fine!"

"None of you will help me. You all just want to ignore me, is that it?"

"Then don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

"Fuck it! I’ll take them! I’ll take them all! I’ll take every single order!"

"Lunch for two, the day after tomorrow. Chinese pastries, budget of twenty thousand. I’ll take it, take it, take it!"

"Lunch for four, three days from now. Budget of twenty thousand, they’ll eat whatever we serve ’em. I’ll take it, take it, take it!"

"Lunch for three, the day after that. Two hundred yuan for ’whatever you’ve got’? Get the hell out!"

After his flurry of activity, Bai Xiaobo glanced at the calendar on his phone. The orders were now scheduled all the way to the end of the month!

He shot a vicious glare at the indifferent people behind him.

’Ignore me, will you? Belittle me? Look down on me!’

’I took them all! Now you can all work yourselves to death!!!’

...

It had to be said that sleep was always the best way to replenish one’s energy and stamina. After a wonderfully satisfying rest, Su Chen woke up early in the morning feeling as energetic and full of life as he had a few days ago.

’These past few days, I’ve really poured my heart and soul into these few Chinese pastries.’

Especially the Lotus Pastries and Fruit-Shaped Buns.

In fact, Zhao Huilian had guessed right. For something like the Fruit-Shaped Buns, the recipe had to be constantly fine-tuned through addition and subtraction, building upon existing experience.

And that was exactly what Su Chen had been doing.

The difference was, an ordinary person could only learn through endless trial and error. Su Chen, however, could continuously use summoned, archived ingredients inside his Gourmet Practice Room.

This saved a considerable amount of time, for one. But more importantly, as long as Su Chen felt he could endure it, he had infinitely more time and opportunities for practice than anyone else!

That was how he was able to master the recipes for several types of Fruit-Shaped Buns in just two short days.

It was also why Su Chen had slept straight from the afternoon until the next morning.

He was exhausted!

’Four days of the main quest’s time limit have already passed,’ he thought. ’If I don’t pick up the pace, I’m afraid I’ll fail this quest.’

To meet the goal of 300,000 in revenue in thirty days, Su Chen was actually already far behind schedule.

He needed to exceed ten thousand in daily revenue just to make up for the deficit from the first few days.

’The Stir-Fried Yellow Beef and the Scrambled Eggs with Tomato are both well-established now. I have to add another dish!’

And now, Su Chen had a brand-new idea.

’If I develop an S Level home-style dish myself and teach it to Chen the Eighth or Zhang the Second like before, will the revenue they generate from selling it count toward my total?’

’If it does, this quest will be much easier.’

No sooner said than done.

Having just woken up, Su Chen didn’t even bother to wash his face. He simply rolled over and entered the Gourmet Practice Room.

"The third home-style dish... What the hell? Is this really a ’home-style’ dish? This is a main course!"

The third home-style dish listed in the cookbook was no simple, casually-made fare.

It was freaking: Braised Pork Belly!!!

"Making this freaking braised pork belly taste good is no easy task! More importantly, this dish really doesn’t count as ’home-style’!"