Chapter 382: Patriotic Traitorous Merchant

Gu Chen came out of the principal's office of the kindergarten and then drove all the way to Qiwanzhai on Xingye Road.

Although there was a slight delay, he never imagined that his precious daughter would inadvertently

bring him an income of one thousand yuan per month.

This amount of money was actually not considered a lot for Gu Chen.

But as the old saying goes, it's better to have something than nothing, isn't it?

Especially for his current predicament, it can still be alleviated a little.

In the past, before he became rich, he sold vegetables in the market a lot.

This time, he can be considered to be back to his old profession.

Fortunately, there are only about 300 students in the kindergarten.

Otherwise, just relying on the small piece of orchard he opened in the system space

it's not certain that it can really feed all these children.

Of course, it is impossible for Gu Chen to make deliveries himself every day.

He doesn't have that much time to do the carrying.

Just outside the kitchen of Qiwu Zhai is a small warehouse.

Although the place is not big, it is more than enough to put a few bags of apples there every day.

When Gu Chen passed by the labour market, he hired a tricycle that was doing errands at the door.

The delivery fee is 100 yuan a month, and then every day Gu Chen arrives at the store.

He stores all the fresh apples that need to be delivered, and then waits for the other party to deliver them themselves.

It is really a way to save both effort and worry. As for whether they will be lost, he is not worried about it either.

Compared to the stable salary he gets every day,

no one would steal the few bags of apples delivered to the kindergarten.

Here, when Gu Chen finally arrived at Qiwu Restaurant by car,

a long queue had already formed outside the restaurant.

Without exception, they were all people who had tried the free buns that Gu Chen had given away when the restaurant opened yesterday.

As soon as they saw Gu Chen, the 'heir to the imperial kitchen' and owner of the restaurant, get out of the car,

the crowd couldn't help but complain. Some were so angry that they glared at him angrily.

They were so angry that they wanted to bite him.

In other people's businesses, they get up in the middle of the night to start work, and they can't wait for it to get light in the morning so that they can open for business.

After all, this is hard-earned money, and the earlier they open,

the better it is to catch the people going to work or school. The earlier the breakfast shop opens, the more they can earn than others.

But it's a different story for Gu Chen. The crowd has been queuing here since 7:30.

It's almost 8:00, and there's no sign of Gu Chen, the owner, let alone the shop opening.

So everyone there was very angry. It was the first time they had experienced the feeling of not being able to spend their money.

But if you really say you're not going to queue in a huff, you'll really feel a bit reluctant.

After all, there were so many people here, and it would be a waste if you left before.

And Gu Chen, the successor to the imperial chef, really didn't give it away for nothing, and the buns he sold were really delicious.

They had lived for so many years, and it was the first time they had eaten such delicious buns.

But yesterday, they were given away for free, and Gu Chen didn't make that many in the first place.

Many people felt that they couldn't forget the taste after eating them.

They came back today to buy some, mainly to take them back home for their families to try.

Gu Chen, meanwhile, apologised repeatedly to the crowd in front of him, with an attitude that was beyond good.

As the saying goes, you can't beat a smiling face, and Gu Chen's actions had the effect of making the people queuing outside lose their tempers.

Seeing that his store was doing so well, Gu Chen was very happy.

Then, with ease, he lit the stove and started cooking. The buns had been made the day before.

He then placed them in his system space to keep them fresh.

This may sound quite absurd.

But in fact, the time rate in the system space is different from that outside.

While an entire day has passed outside, only a few tens of minutes have passed in the system space.

So even if Gu Chen wrapped the buns yesterday afternoon, but steamed them this morning,

there is actually not much loss in overall flavour.

Of course, this is only limited to foods like raw buns.

If it is replaced with other dishes and left for a few tens of minutes, the loss of flavour will be greater.

For someone with Gu Chen's god-level cooking skills, it is absolutely intolerable.

Moreover, there is neither a refrigerator nor electricity in the system space.

And he had to be careful not to be seen performing his magic tricks.

Whenever there was room in the refrigerator, Gu Chen would put the ingredients outside.

The crowd outside, seeing the rolling steam rising from the bamboo steamer in front of them,

suddenly beamed with joy. After all, once this was put in the pot,

it would only take fifteen or twenty minutes to cook.

If Gu Chen really started chopping the filling and wrapping it in front of them at eight o'clock today,

Then they would probably all collapse. If they bought a hammer, they would definitely all leave.

Gu Chen, who had helped the boss with marketing every day before his rebirth, naturally would not do anything to damage his own reputation.

However, when everyone saw the small blackboard in his hand with the price of the buns written on it,

it immediately caused an uproar.

'Five yuan each, Boss Gu, you're selling them at a rip-off price!'

'Yes, yes, why don't you just go rob someone?'

'You're jacking up the prices. You must give us an explanation today.'

The crowd waiting in line at the door immediately spoke out angrily.

If this had happened before Gu Chen was reborn,

five yuan each would probably not have caused much of a psychological reaction in the eyes of many people in the city.

But in this era, it is basically a greedy business practice that is enough to hang someone on a street lamp and hang them to death.

Gu Chen was not worried about this, but instead used his reputation as the successor to the imperial chef to his advantage.

He began to tell a series of tall tales to the customers present, smiling all the while.

As a tried and tested厚脸皮, Gu Chen could tell lies with ease.

Not only was his mind stable, he didn't even need to write a draft.

He just started rambling on, saying that he was the successor to the imperial chef, and that he had inherited an old craft that had been passed down for hundreds of years.

Then he said that when the Ming Emperor was not working as a carpenter, his favourite food was a meat bun.

After a while, he started talking about how the Qing Emperor had heard that there was a top-class imperial chef like his.

He had sent many people to search for him in the countryside, just to have a bite of his buns.

But his ancestors would rather let the art die out than give in.

If not for his great-grandfather, who had desperately rescued a few pages of the recipe from the fire,

the imperial cuisine recipe might have long been lost.

When he got emotional, Gu Chen even shed a few non-existent tears in public.

After all the flattery, he had the audience dazzled and their eyes welling up.

When I think about it, for so many years, the ancestors of the Gu family would rather farm and beg than touch a chopper again.

Suddenly, I feel that this bun in front of me is no longer a bun, it is a red, red patriotic heart.

Not to mention anything else, just for this patriotic sentiment, even if this bun is expensive today, I have to buy one and try it!