Farming in the Mountains: Max Level Jiaojiao Is Three Years Old Chapter 304 - 304 High-class Low-class

Chapter 304 - 304 High-cla.s.s Low-cla.s.s

304 High-cla.s.s Low-cla.s.s

“But those who come to my place to eat rice noodles…” Xue Sifu continued, “As long as they have a few coins, they can come and eat as many bowls of rice noodles to their heart’s content. I won’t hide it from you. This is the first proper business I’m doing and it means a lot to me. I want to continue doing this, so please forgive me if I’m being harsh.”

These words clearly explained the difference between the customers of Lakshimi Restaurant and Xue Sifu’s rice noodles. There were very few customers that could overlap. It was like one was doing high-end business, while the other was doing low-end business.

Could an ordinary person afford such a high-cla.s.s meal every day?

This conversation was enough to see how amazing Xue Sifu’s talent was in this area.

Jiang Yue and Xue Yan were already used to Sifu’s business sense, so they were not surprised at all. However, Shopkeeper Qiao was greatly shocked.

If he could have such a clear understanding of his first business, how would he be able to do so in the future?

Moreover, Xue Sifu’s words made him even more aware that even if Xue’s Rice Noodles became big, it wouldn’t affect Lakshimi Restaurant much. This also dispelled his worries and dispelled his intention to spend a lot of money to buy the recipe. After all, to Lakshimi Restaurant, it didn’t matter if they didn’t buy the recipe.

Shopkeeper Qiao composed himself and looked at Xue Sifu, praising him continuously, “The future generations are formidable. It’s in safe hands.” This was the first time he had seen such a business-minded person.

Looking at Xue Sifu’s young age, he could tell that this young lad’s future would be very promising.

Xue Sifu laughed, “Shopkeeper Qiao, you think too highly of me. What’s there to be afraid of? I just wish to comfort people with my noodles and enjoy my time selling them. I’m sorry if you didn’t get what you came for.”

“You’re too humble.” Shopkeeper Qiao said with a smile. He sighed. “It’s fine. I only came here to ask. I didn’t really have to buy the recipe.”

After saying that, he stood up. “I should go back too. If you guys are free, feel free to come to my place.”

“Alright,” he said. Xue Sifu, Xue Yan, and Jiang Yue all responded politely. He returned the gesture and said, “We’re basically here every day. If you’re free, you can come and visit us often too.”

“Alright, I’ll definitely come when I’m free.” Shopkeeper Qiao said with a smile. Seeing that they were about to send him off, he respectfully bowed and turned around to leave.

Xue Sifu only watched for a while before nodding in satisfaction, “Shopkeeper Qiao is just like what I’ve heard. His mind is filled with ways to promote Lakshimi Restaurant, but he’s clearly just a manager. Not bad, when I expand my business, I’ll ask him if he’s willing to come and be my manager. I can give him three times the salary he’s paid at Lakshmi restaurant.”

Sifu even knew how to headhunt people with high salaries now….

Jiang Yue was silent for a moment, then she looked at Xue Yan and whispered to him “Was he also this intense in his past life?”

Xue Yan also kept silent for a while, then nodded.

Jiang Yue was even more silent. Some people were really born to be something.

Seeing that the people who ate the rice noodles had finished eating and left, Jiang Yue and the others packed up and prepared to go home.

Before returning home, not only did he go to the market to buy side ingredients, but he also went to the rice shop to buy 60 kilograms of early rice.

The business was booming, and he could sell 24 to 30 kilograms of rice noodles a day. Although he hadn’t fully earned back his capital, he estimated that it wouldn’t take long for him to do so.

After buying the early rice, they went home.

Other than working in the workshop, the family also dried the rice noodles every day.

The moment Jiang Yue entered the courtyard, she saw many bamboo poles in the courtyard. Some were tall and some were short, and they were filled with white and thin rice noodles. Some of them were already dried, while others had just been placed in the sun. Liu Guixia and Li Hehua were making rice noodles beside the potting table, while Xue Yifu was grinding the soaked early rice in front of the stone mill.