novellhall Chapter 288 Buying Braised Food Recipes
Chapter 288 Buying Braised Food Recipes
Jin Lili then remembered that Zhuang Qingxiang had returned because guests were coming to the house.
She had originally planned to stay there until lunchtime, hoping to beg Director Lu to come back from get off work.
It seems that won't work now. She can't make a scene in front of the guests, otherwise she will offend Zhuang Qingxiang and Director Lu.
Wiping away imaginary tears, she quickly apologized, "Sister Zhuang, I'm sorry, I was a little emotional just now... I'll go back first, and I'll come back to help you take care of the child when you're done."
Just as Jin Lili was saying goodbye and leaving, Director Dai and Dai Hongying arrived.
Zhuang Qingxiang ignored Jin Lili and quickly greeted them.
The door closed, Jin Lili glanced at it, pursed her lips, and left.
She had to go back and talk to Li Weixing, asking him to find a way to send her to Director Lu's house to work as a nanny.
Factory Director Dai didn't want to pry into Zhuang Qingxiang's family affairs, but Dai Hongying didn't hold back: "Sister Zhuang, who was that woman just now?"
"She's a distant niece of Sister Jin from the courtyard," Zhuang Qingxiang said with a smile.
Dai Hongying didn't know any Sister Jin, and since she could tell she was an outsider, she didn't ask any more questions and instead started talking about the children.
"How are the two little ones? Have they been behaving well lately?"
Zhuang Qingxiang smiled as she put the two children into the stroller and pushed it into the main room.
Director Dai had helped Dai Hongying take care of the children before, and he was quite happy to see the two chubby little ones. He played with the children for a while before explaining his purpose.
It turns out they had their eye on the braised pig's head that Zhuang Qingxiang made for the Lunar New Year and wanted to ask if Zhuang Qingxiang would sell it.
Zhuang Qingxiang was slightly taken aback: "Director Dai, doesn't your food factory mainly produce high-end confectionery? Why are you also making braised pig's head?"
"It wasn't made in our factory. My friend came to visit during the Lunar New Year and ate your braised pig's head. He thought it tasted great and was thinking of setting up a cooked food counter at the food station to sell your braised food," Factory Manager Dai said with a smile.
Factory Director Dai was very confident this time. He had already bought three pastry recipes from Zhuang Qingxiang. He knew she had no ambition and was generous, so he estimated he could get them for a hundred yuan.
Just as he was waiting for Zhuang Qingxiang to nod, Dai Hongying suddenly shouted from the side, "Sister Zhuang, don't agree to my dad's request! Your prescriptions are all good for making money, a business with huge profits. You'll lose a lot of money if you sell them to my dad so cheaply."
Factory Director Dai never expected to be exposed by his own daughter. He glared at her angrily and said, "What do you know before spouting nonsense? We're not allowed to do business now. Even if Comrade Zhuang has the formula, he can't turn it into money. What do you mean by 'a small investment yields huge profits'? You really don't know anything."
After hearing what he said, Dai Hongying stuck out her tongue and remained silent.
If she were allowed to do business now, Zhuang Qingxiang's braised pig heads would definitely make money, but she's not allowed to now, so she can only braise them at home to eat herself and can't make any money from them.
But thinking about it makes me feel like I'm losing out...
"Dad, why don't you let Sister Zhuang invest in the house? And give her a share of the profits from the sale of the food station," Dai Hongying couldn't help but say again.
Factory Director Dai was furious with her: "This kind of thing isn't that simple. Do you think the organization would agree to it? Isn't this just speculation and profiteering?"
"Is taking a share and making a profit considered speculation?" Dai Hongying muttered to herself.
"That's not allowed now. Don't talk nonsense in the future," Director Dai said sternly.
Dai Hongying pouted and became obedient again.
After confirming that she wouldn't say anything more, Director Dai said to Zhuang Qingxiang, who had remained silent, "Comrade Zhuang, that's the situation. I know you're at a disadvantage, but think about the current regulations—you can't exchange this for money, can you?"
Zhuang Qingxiang originally didn't care. She knew a lot of things, so selling a recipe was nothing.
However, Director Dai's reprimanding attitude towards Dai Hongying made her uncomfortable, as if he was afraid that she would listen to Dai Hongying and ask for more benefits.
Besides, she doesn't seem to need that hundred yuan now.
The main problem is that I have some money on hand, but it's not very useful.
So Zhuang Qingxiang smiled and declined, "This... I haven't thought about it. I'm sorry, Director Dai, I can't help you."
Factory Director Dai never expected her to refuse so directly. He opened his mouth, but his voice was hoarse.
Dai Hongying hadn't expected this. She secretly glanced at her father's sour face, stuck out her tongue, and started to feel sorry for him. So she kindly advised, "Sister Zhuang, you don't have to refuse so quickly. Think about it. Or maybe you have other requests. Let my dad think about it for you."
Factory Director Dai snapped out of his daze and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! Comrade Zhuang, you can make any other requests you may have, and we will consider them all."
"I don't have any needs for the time being," Zhuang Qingxiang said with a smile. "The recipe was passed down to me by my mother, and I don't want to sell it for now."
"But what use are you to keeping it? Wouldn't it be better to exchange it for money?" Director Dai asked anxiously.
Zhuang Qingxiang shook her head: "My husband has a salary every month, I don't lack money."
Factory Director Dai was speechless.
Yes, Director Lu's monthly salary is enough to support his family, and the apartment provided by his work unit is spacious. Zhuang Qingxiang is not short of money at all.
Factory Director Dai's mind raced, and he suddenly realized that since Director Lu had been in charge of selling the pastry recipe, could he ask Director Lu for help with the braised pig's head recipe as well?
If Director Lu agrees, Zhuang Qingxiang definitely won't be able to refuse.
Thinking of this, he suddenly stood up: "Um, well... I suddenly remembered that I have something to talk to Director Lu about. Is he in his office?"
"Dad, why are you like this? This prescription belongs to Sister Zhuang. Go find Director Lu..." Dai Hongying complained, only to be glared at by Director Dai.
Zhuang Qingxiang smiled dismissively: "Well, it's almost time to get off work. Director Dai, why don't you wait at home for a while?"
Isn't it just about going to Lu Congyue for the prescription? It's no use asking him; Lu Congyue doesn't know the prescription, and if she doesn't want to, he won't agree.
Feeling embarrassed that his intentions had been seen through, Director Dai decided not to stay any longer and left, leaving Dai Hongying behind under the pretext of having other business to attend to.
It's best to discuss this in Director Lu's office.
As soon as Director Dai left, Dai Hongying apologized to Zhuang Qingxiang, feeling embarrassed: "Sister Zhuang, please don't blame my dad. He's just obsessed with officialdom."
After obtaining three pastry recipes and winning awards, he became obsessed, thinking he could get some more benefits from Zhuang Qingxiang, perhaps even moving him from the position of factory director to a higher-level management department.
"Actually, your three dessert recipes have really made the food factory quite famous. My dad has tasted the sweetness of success. Moreover, the food factory's profits have improved a lot, and the workers have also received a raise in benefits. They're all very happy and have been praising my dad so much that they've forgotten who they are," Dai Hongying added.
Zhuang Qingxiang couldn't help but laugh: "Does Factory Director Dai know you're talking about him like that behind his back?"
"I said the same thing to his face," Dai Hongying shrugged dismissively.
Looking at the two little ones, she suddenly sighed.
"Actually, if you weren't staying home to take care of these two little ones, it would be quite suitable to exchange your job for a permanent one. You'd have a monthly income, and your salary would increase with your seniority. When the children grow up, you could even give the job to them. Wouldn't that be better than selling your job? Sister Zhuang, you have no idea how sought-after a permanent job is these days."