Mu Yunhan was now good at mental arithmetic. He quickly looked through it and had an idea in his mind.
Business is slightly worse than when she was there, and expenses have increased. There may be various reasons for this.
But overall, the business is very stable and there are no problems with the accounts.
The quality of medicines, wine, vegetables, and dry goods sold is very good and has not declined. The quality of dry goods and wine has even increased slightly.
There is a little more water in the backyard, but it is fresh.
The guys were slacking off, and some of the three shopkeepers were not doing their best. She had already chosen a good candidate and wanted to kill a few chickens to scare the monkeys.
As for the soul of the restaurant - the taste of the dishes, she would taste them later.
With a "ding" sound, the copper bell in the restaurant rang crisply, exactly at the right time (five o'clock in the afternoon).
Mu Jie walked outside the door and bowed: "Master, the food is ready."
Mu Yunhan invited Miss Mei, the shopkeeper, the chef, and several stewards to join him: "Everyone has worked hard these days, and I'll treat you to a meal."
The shopkeeper, chef, and several stewards were all extremely nervous.
The owner refused to prepare a banquet when he came back, saying he was not hungry, but suddenly he said the food was ready and invited them to dinner. This was the Hongmen Banquet!
So they winked at each other, blamed each other for being stupid, and were worried and scared in various ways.
Miss Mei has a delicate mind and understands things as soon as she thinks about them. She is a little unhappy at least.
Mu Yunhan knew that Miss Mei would have ideas, but he didn't intend to stop doing something because of it.
She is the boss, this is her industry, and she must take full control of it.
You can't just ignore management because you're afraid that your subordinates may have ideas. Favors are favors and business is business, so there's no need to talk about it.
Smiling, he greeted everyone to their seats and asked the goose-like waiter beside him: "How long did it take from ordering to serving the dishes?"
The waiter just looked at the shopkeeper and muttered nothing.
Mu Yunhan asked again. The shopkeeper glared at the waiter, who was even more frightened and didn't know what to say.
She smiled and said: "This one doesn't even know how to answer the guests' questions. Let's bring up another one."
Another guy came and spoke clearly: "Three quarters of an hour."
Mu Yunhan looked at the person who ordered the dishes, and the person respectfully replied: "Three quarters of an hour."
The shopkeeper's expression changed.
The rule set by Mu Yunhan is that, except for specially prepared dishes, the time from ordering to serving each dish should not exceed two quarters of an hour.
Mu Yunhan asked again: "What time is it now?"
The shopkeeper stood up: "Youzheng."
Mu Yunhan asked: "How many tables of guests are there now?"
Now is not the peak period for dining. The shopkeeper's forehead is already sweating: "There are ten tables in total."
For other restaurants, ten tables of guests is already a lot, but for Yaoshantang, it is not many.
Mu Yunhan stopped questioning and asked the shopkeeper to sit down: "Eat the vegetables. If you don't eat them, they will get cold."
The first thing she drank was soup, the signature mushroom stewed chicken soup from Yaoshantang.
The mushrooms and fungus are all grown at home, and the chickens are also worm-eating chickens in the vegetable field.
Everyone looked at her nervously and did not dare to eat their portion, including Miss Mei who was also very nervous.
Mu Yunhan drank a large bowl gracefully and quickly. What he was thinking was, the food at home is still delicious. Why is it so delicious? It's so delicious! Eat some more.
There was an incomprehensible and elegant look on his face, and he nodded gently: "Not bad, you are keeping up well, drink everything, drink everything!"
Only then did everyone have smiles on their faces, and they lowered their heads to drink the soup.
Mu Yunhan extended his chopsticks to a dish of homemade tofu. (To be continued)