Song Yue nodded and said, "That's fine. You can arrange it. If you see any good newcomers, you can train some of them. We can't let any one of them dominate."
I’m afraid that the cooks will take advantage of their seniority, so some new people have to come in.
Let them hold each other in check.
An Jin agreed immediately, and then it was a matter of site selection. He thought of a few good locations, but he needed to search around a bit before he could get one.
Song Yue was very confident in An Jin's work, mainly because he was sensible and not like other people who would resort to dirty tricks. He just moved people with his words and did things cleanly, and he would never think of murder for money.
It is very reassuring.
An Jin thought about what he was going to do, and his expression was quite serious when he was thinking. Another year passed in the blink of an eye, and he grew up rapidly, and there was a sense of reliability and solidity.
No longer like a little brat.
Song Yue told him to go and get busy, and An Jin grinned again, the strangeness brought by growing up disappeared completely.
"Well, I'll go down and get busy. It's still cold in the early spring, so remember to put on more clothes, young lady."
An Jin chattered a few words in a long-winded manner and showed subconscious concern, then ran away with the notebook.
Ding Xiang came over with hot tea. Seeing An Jin running all day long, she couldn't help but sigh, "With the way Manager An runs, it's no wonder he's grown so tall. He's growing so fast."
Song Yue laughed and said, "If you jump more, you will grow taller in the future."
Ding Xiang muttered, "The girl is bullying me." Then she laughed and said, "But if it makes the girl happy, I'll tease you in any way I want!"
Song Yue couldn't help laughing.
After Ding Xiang put down her hot tea, she remembered her business and said quickly, "I heard that the third competition is scheduled for February 15th. This time, the competition is about writing clever characters."
Song Yue became interested. "Coincidence? How is it coincidental? The ingredients are not fixed this time?"
Ding Xiang nodded, "The people from the government office said that we have already reached the third round. The color, fragrance and taste are a must, no need to mention it anymore. Now what we are competing for is the word "cleverness". It has to make people's eyes light up! Only in this way can we win!"
As she spoke, she grinned and gossiped to Song Yue, "I heard that some people still try to find ways to improve the ingredients, and find some rare ingredients to amaze people!"
Dingxiang was not worried about her master at all. No one could compare with her skills and ideas.
"Who wouldn't praise the food you cook? You're sure to win this time!"
Song Yue pondered for a moment after hearing this, then smiled and said, "Don't be too sure. The second young lady of the Deng family is also quite skilled. And what about that man? I forgot his name. The further we go in the future, the easier it will be for a dark horse to emerge."
Still can't take it lightly.
Ding Xiang apologized immediately after hearing this, thinking that she was a little too proud. "It's better for a girl to be good-natured, down-to-earth, and not arrogant."
If it were someone else, she might praise him like this and cause him to look down on his opponent and lose the competition.
Ding Xiang broke out in a cold sweat. She frightened herself and felt extremely guilty. "Next time, I will never say anything nonsense again. This matter is still my fault."
Song Yue glanced at her and saw her annoyed look. She thought she was making a big deal out of nothing. "Okay, I don't blame you."
If she really became arrogant, it was because of her unstable mind. What did it have to do with Ding Xiang?
Dingxiang finally breathed a sigh of relief, and from then on she behaved very well and didn't dare to say anything nonsense anymore.
Song Yue started thinking about the dishes for the competition. The word "clever"? Does that mean it should be creative?
It’s not that difficult.
Can do it.
Just have to think about what kind of thing to do.
But there is no rush about this matter. Song Yue is thinking about the restaurant. Since it is a restaurant, it must have specialties, and they must be innovative signature dishes.
The two met by accident again, and Song Yue suddenly had an idea and laughed. She took a sip of hot tea and said leisurely: "This competition is very important. Whether our new store can open successfully depends on this competition. It seems that we need to put in some effort!"
Besides that, she instructed Dingxiang, "Ask Ma Yi to buy some glutinous rice."
Song Yue also plans to brew her own wine. Once she is sure that she can brew the wine, she will build a wine cellar and supply it to her own restaurant and sell it.
As she thought, her fingers tapped lightly on the cup, her mind racing with business thoughts.
Dingxiang could not keep up with her master's thoughts at all. Her ideas came out one after another, but she was obedient and had strong execution ability.
Although she hadn't figured out why her master wanted these things, she agreed and said, "Hey, I'll ask Ma Yi and the others to buy them now!"
After saying that, he trotted away.
Song Yue wants to make several kinds of wine, and also wants to make some other medicinal wine or something else.
But you have to be careful.
After all, these are all imported things, and if they are not handled properly, something bad will happen.
Seeing that no one was looking, Song Yue bought some wine-making recipes from the system, studied them carefully, and finally decided on several wine recipes to try.
Meanwhile, Ding Xiang came back after giving instructions, holding a small exquisite bag in her hand. She was still trotting back, and her tone was full of surprise. "Girl, Master Xie has brought you something again! Come and have a look!"
It’s quite shocking to say the least, who knew that this prince could have such a good temper?
Since she started sending letters to Song Yue before the end of last year, Song Yue has not replied to a single letter, but the other party is not angry at all and continues to send her letters.
Dingxiang and the others all found it strange. Which young man had such a good temper?
Although they didn't know what was going on with Song Yue, they just didn't reply to her letters.
When Song Yue saw this, she put down her pen, stretched out her hand towards Ding Xiang, and gestured for her to pass it to her.
Dingxiang hurriedly presented it.
Song Yue opened it directly, and there were several boxes and a letter inside.
Wasn’t it given by Xie Zhijie?
There was no anger in the letter, it just wrote about many things that happened along the way. He knew that she would definitely go to the capital, and he had written about many things along the way, such as falling rocks and unsafe conditions.
He told her to avoid that route when going to the capital, as if he was showing her the way.
Xie Zhijie always wrote letters in a very serious manner, without any hint of romantic feelings. They were very formal and those who didn't know him might have thought they were route guides, but one could always glimpse his concern when he sent the message.
Song Yue looked happy, her brows relaxed, and a smile appeared on the corners of her mouth.
Ding Xiang couldn't help but whispered, "Girl, it's spring now and the roads are easy to travel. Letters travel very fast. Would you like to send a reply to Master Xie?"
The messenger is still waiting outside.
Who knew that Song Yue put the letter in her arms, played with the jade bracelet she took out of the box, and then said, "No, go give that person some money and send him away."
Dingxiang's face was full of confusion and struggle, but she went obediently afterwards.
