When he went to Jiang Zhaoyu's studio for a singing appointment, he accidentally discovered that he was taking antidepressants. Only then did he realize that Jiang Zhaoyu, a top singer who was often criticized in the eyes of outsiders, was not as indifferent as he appeared.
Jiang Zhaoyu was startled, then smiled bitterly: "There are many reasons."
After a pause, he added, "I won't eat anymore."
He Shi nodded, did not continue the topic, and turned to the invitation to the Satellite TV Spring Festival Gala:
"I heard that Pineapple Terrace invited you? Why don't you go?"
"Feilutai also invited you, didn't you also go?"
He Shi shrugged: "I'm not preparing for the final exam. I have to do what I promised the old man, otherwise he will be unreasonable and not let me engage in music."
It was only after Jiang Zhaoyu became friends with him that he learned that he was only a senior this year and that his major was neither music nor performance, but landscape architecture design taught by his father, Professor He Chengming.
This was an agreement that the father and son reached after each took a step back - after he took the college entrance examination and majored in landscape architecture design at University A and successfully graduated with all the credits, Professor He no longer stopped him from playing music.
"Actually, I can understand Professor He's thoughts." Jiang Zhaoyu used serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of grilled fish for him. "He hopes that you will have a skill that will not be eliminated when you get old, but will become more popular as you get older."
“Music can also be timeless.”
"That's just music, not people who make music."
"..."
The two chatted while eating, forgetting for a moment that they were in a restaurant.
Fortunately, the words were not loud, and Qian Mingyue and the other two people could not hear a few words clearly even with their ears perked up.
Only Xu Yin buried her head in eating.
After the grilled fish, Father Xu served them a newly developed spicy and sour fish soup, which was delicious and appetizing.
"Xu Yin, will you go to your brother's place of work during the winter vacation?" Qian Mingyue looked at her and asked.
Xu Yin shook her head: "I plan to come to the store to help my dad."
"..."
Father Xu only thought she was joking.
Unexpectedly, the next day, my daughter actually came to the store to "go to work" carrying a bag of books.
Not only did she help him wash and prepare the dishes, but she also rushed to serve him when he occasionally received a few takeout orders.
The takeaways ordered at their store at noon are basically stir-fried dishes, such as spicy bullfrog, stir-fried yellow beef, fish-flavored shredded pork, chili stir-fried tenderloin, etc., which are quite popular when paired with a side of rice.
It's just that Xu's father is not very good at operating some services of takeout websites, such as full discounts, full free shipping, special offers, etc. Although other stores have all the discounts, it is only 30 to 50 cents cheaper than Xu's father's price, but it gives people the impression that No, this is the charm of marketing.
Xu Yin thought that she was helping out in the store anyway. Even if there were more orders, the father and daughter would still be able to keep busy together. They learned that other stores also held discount promotions.
As a result, business has indeed improved a lot.
The father and daughter each worked on the stove from eleven o'clock until about one o'clock in the afternoon, then they stopped for lunch.
After lunch, Xu's father tidied up the stove and cleaned, while Xu Yin sat at the counter, reading and writing questions.
Just after four o'clock, the takeaway POS machine beeped "order coming".
Father Xu pulled out the orders and saw that they were mostly dinner reservations for office workers in nearby business buildings.
One of the orders included seven dishes, three meat and three vegetarian dishes plus a spicy and sour fish soup. The order amount exceeded 200.
"Hey!" Father Xu was so happy, "I didn't expect there would be so much business at night!"
The nights in the past few days had been relatively deserted. Let alone being full, it would be nice to have one or two tables of diners. After all, the Chinese New Year is approaching and it’s freezing cold. Who wants to go out and eat grilled fish?
As for takeout stir-fried dishes, will you still order them at night after having eaten at noon? Office workers always like to change their meals.
"It seems you young people have an idea. If you use your hands a little bit, business will come to you."
The business building's off-duty hours are basically between five and six o'clock. Many people place orders in advance to make reservations for fear of order delays.
Xu Yin helped Xu's father prepare the dishes for the reservation order. When the preparation was ready, she waited for the time to stir-fry quickly, then packed it into boxes for the rider to deliver.
The dishes fried in this way are fresh and hot, and the people who receive them feel comfortable eating them.
The first wave of takeaways had just been delivered, and the store welcomed several groups of dine-in customers, all of whom were young girls.
"is it here?"
"Look at the photo."
"Brother Shi, how come you come to such a small home-cooked restaurant? It has no special features at all."
"That is to say, I thought it was a private restaurant at first, but it is just an ordinary small restaurant."
"Could it be that Jiang Zhaoyu made an appointment here?"
"But don't you think it's strange? They actually have a dinner date together. I really want to take Brother Shi away. Why do I have to have dinner with a guy who is surrounded by dirty stuff and can collapse the house at any time?"
"Could you be looking for Jiang Yuege?"
"Brother Shi can also compose music himself, so it's impossible to ask someone to arrange a song."
"Hey! Boss!"
The girl in the lead saw Xu's father coming out of the kitchen to greet him, and quickly opened a photo on his phone to ask him: "Have you seen this person? Did he come here yesterday?"
Father Xu squinted his eyes and took a look, wondering how he could not count.
Since my son entered the entertainment industry and became a singer, he has been instilled with a lot of knowledge in this area.
His son's manager and assistant were worried that he might accidentally fall into the trap of his fans and get his son's information out, so they gave him a special lesson.
In addition to common terms such as "fans", "fans", and "star chasers", you also know what is one's destiny, what is a station sister, and what is an illegitimate fan...
Therefore, how could he tell them the truth?
Even though what they were asking about was not their son, but the friends his son had brought, they couldn't say that, otherwise they would be traitors.
He shook his head and showed a blank expression: "I have no impression."
"Oh, the boss is so busy, how can he remember the people who come to the restaurant to eat." A girl next to him muttered.
"Yes, even if Brother Shi has been here, he is not here now."
"Then are we still eating here?"
"Eat! You've come here. Maybe Brother Shi came here because he likes some of the dishes here. Isn't it good for us to go to the store he has been to and try the dishes he has eaten?"
After a brief moment of frustration, the girls sat down happily.
The tables in the store were filled in no time.
"Boss, what is your signature dish? What do customers who rarely come usually order?"
"Grilled fish. The signature dish of our store is Mingzhou grilled fish. We also have spicy bullfrog, stone pot bullfrog, stir-fried yellow beef, steam pot chicken...it depends on what you like to eat."
Father Xu brought them tea and introduced them to them with the menu.
"Then how about we put the tables together, order one portion of each dish, and eat around the big table?" The girl in the lead suggested, "That way we can eat every dish."
"Okay, okay." No one else had any objections.
Father Xu roughly counted and found that there were about forty people. Every dish in the store was served once, which was about thirty dishes. On average, there was not even one dish per person, so it would not be wasted. After confirming with them, I took the menu and went to the kitchen.
(End of chapter)
