475. Booming

Bai Jing Restaurant in Moonlight Residential Complex is a hit!

Along with the restaurant, the owner's infuriating rules also became popular.

Opening during the day depends on my mood; I can choose to open or not.

We'll be open until 9 PM at the latest; we won't make any money after that!

And, cash only!

In this age of advanced online payments, this is simply against human nature.

I don't know how many people have criticized him, but Sulu is just a nobody.

After earning enough to cover rent and living expenses, he almost decided to close down, but considering that the Spirit Tide might return at any time, he reluctantly kept the shop open to make a living.

As for business hours? He's busy during the day, and aside from the evenings, it depends on his mood.

However, his skills were simply too good.

The key is the five-star chef's skills. The price is only one or two times higher than that of an ordinary restaurant. Coupled with those awkward rules, it somehow became known as the chef's personality. Good wine needs no bush, and it has attracted a group of loyal gourmet regulars.

Another night has fallen.

Sulu opened the roller shutter door and began business.

His 'unapproachable' attitude caused him to lose many regular customers, but he didn't care. He thought that having too many customers would only make him too busy to take care of them all. What was the point of having so many customers?

It's already 7 PM.

By his standards, opening for only two hours today is completely unbecoming of a businessman.

However, by the time Sulu stood behind the display case, groups of customers had already entered the store and were consciously taking out cash.

"Boss!"

Li Weiwei had just returned from work when she saw the shop was open. Her eyes lit up, and she walked in.

She was completely won over by the food here.

More importantly, living nearby gives me a significant advantage over other foodies, allowing me to frequently enjoy delicious meals. In this tiring city, isn't that a small but precious happiness worth looking forward to?

"Welcome! What would you like to order?"

Sulu put on a professional smile.

"I'd like a serving of Wensi Tofu and a bowl of rice!" Li Weiwei said shyly, "I'm on a diet..."

Actually, the restaurant's dishes were too expensive, and she, as a part-time worker, couldn't afford them.

"OK."

Sulu took the money and started working on his own.

Although this dish uses ordinary ingredients, it requires exceptional knife skills. A block of tofu is peeled to remove the outer skin, then sliced horizontally with hundreds of cuts and vertically with nearly two hundred cuts, resulting in thousands of thin tofu strips. These strips are then placed in a prepared clear broth, becoming as fine as hair, without sticking or breaking, making it look like a work of art.

But with Sulu, he was even faster with a knife.

Holding a piece of tofu, with a flash of the knife, it was placed into a transparent glass bowl in just a few minutes.

A tofu pudding slowly blooms.

"Wow!"

Li Weiwei's eyes lit up as she eagerly scooped some into her mouth. She found it smooth, tender, and refreshing. The strands of tofu seemed to melt in her mouth, leaving a lingering fragrance that unconsciously flowed down her throat and into her stomach, leaving an incredibly smooth sensation.

She carefully scooped up another spoonful, her eyes crinkling with happiness. "Delicious..."

I can't think of any more words of praise to say.

"Haha... Boss Bai's cooking skills are truly superb..."

A well-dressed woman with the air of a successful businesswoman glanced at the Wensi Tofu on Li Weiwei's table and said with a smile, "Please give me one as well, and also a Squirrel Mandarin Fish..."

People sat in twos and threes at the tables inside the shop. Perhaps they were the shop owner, students, taxi drivers, typists, etc. during the day, but at this moment, they had only one identity: diners! Diners looking forward to enjoying the taste.

"Okay, please wait a moment..."

Sulu gave a shout and then went back to cooking.

This woman must be a successful person, her name is something like "Sister Hong". After eating here once, she would drive her BMW here even in wind and rain, and she especially liked talking to him. It's really speechless. She sells her art, not her body.

Although he secretly grumbled to himself, he acted swiftly.

After the mandarin fish is cut into chrysanthemum shapes, it is immediately seasoned and deep-fried in oil. The aroma is so enticing that customers in the restaurant can't help but take a deep breath.

After being fried, the mandarin fish raises its head and opens its mouth, with its tail slightly curled up, resembling a squirrel. When drizzled with sauce, it becomes even more fragrant and mouthwatering.

After the dishes were served, Sister Hong's Adam's apple bobbed as she eagerly picked up her chopsticks, completely ignoring her conversation with Sulu.

Sulu wiped his sweat, placed the last dish, 'Pagoda Pork,' on the table, and checked the time.

Hmm, it's 8:30.

They immediately put up a "No Orders" sign, preparing to wait for everyone in the restaurant to finish eating and leave.

They close at nine o'clock, just in time.

For this reason, his shop has a special note that it does not serve alcoholic beverages and also prohibits customers from bringing their own.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that once alcohol is involved in a gathering, the meal can drag on endlessly, and people are more likely to become disorderly when drunk. This is the kind of customer that restaurants dread the most.

Fortunately, the customers who haven't been kicked out yet have gotten used to the owner's strange rules, and when they see them, they just roll their eyes and let it go.

Time flew by and it was already nine o'clock.

"Boss Bai, Little Brother Bai..."

Sister Hong rose gracefully. "How about becoming a head chef at a restaurant? Your skills are being wasted here!"

In this era, truly talented people are never afraid of unemployment, no matter where they go.

In fact, Sister Hong is not the first person to try to poach talent, nor will she be the last.

"Thank you, but I don't want to."

Sulu politely declined, which made Li Weiwei relief.

If Boss Bai moves to a fancy restaurant, she definitely won't be able to afford it, and besides, it's too far away.

Yes, the latter factor is more crucial than the former.

"All right."

Sister Hong left with regret, as did the other guests.

There was only one table still occupied, with empty plates in front of them.

"Sir, we are closing soon."

Sulu went over and chased them away.

"Bai Jing, I recognize you."

The young man stared at Sulu: "Not here, but in each of the training halls... There's a rumor circulating in our circle right now that there's a hothead who's going to challenge a hall."

"So you're the owner of a combat sports business!"

Sulu smiled. "I just went to try it out... and almost every time I ended up getting beaten up."

"No, I think you're very smart, but I just don't understand your intentions."

The young man frowned. "If you were looking for a dojo with 'real kung fu,' why did you suddenly stop and disappear? If you were seeking revenge, you wouldn't have a grudge against every instructor at every training ground... or..."

He smiled at Sulu, "Are you a born masochist?"

'You're the masochist! Your whole family are masochists!'

Sulu rolled his eyes. "That seems to be my freedom."

"I meant no harm; this is my business card."

The young man stood up and handed Sulu a business card. "I'll come again. I just wanted to make friends with you. By the way, the food here is really delicious."