Chapter 417 - 416: My Husband Wants to Invest, You Better Cooperate

Chapter 417: Chapter 416: My Husband Wants to Invest, You Better Cooperate

Jun Qingmeng didn’t laugh at Jiang Liu. Instead, she stepped forward, cupped his face, and gave him a kiss.

Even though Jiang Liu’s face was coated in a layer of cooking grease,

Jun Qingmeng didn’t mind in the slightest.

Down below, Jiang Tongtong’s little eyes twinkled with excitement.

’Look! What has this little cutie discovered?’

’Hehe, I’m not telling!’

"Honey~"

"Huh?" Jiang Liu touched his face, stunned.

"You know, I fall for you more and more every day. Why do you have to be so driven?"

"Because I have to provide for you two."

Jiang Liu smiled and raised his flour-covered hand to pinch Jun Qingmeng’s cute, upturned nose.

"Nn~! What are you doing?" Jun Qingmeng whined playfully.

Jiang Liu had deliberately left two floury fingerprints on her clean nose.

"Nothing, I just wanted to tease my little baby."

"Ew~ You’re so cheesy!" Jun Qingmeng pretended to be disgusted, pushing his hand away.

Jiang Liu’s expression turned serious. "So, what did you think about what I just proposed?"

"Hmm... I think it’s a great idea! It’s just... I don’t want you to always be so involved with him."

Jun Qingmeng didn’t really mean it.

Deep down, she was still a little worried about Jun Xinghe.

It was just that she cared for and loved Jiang Liu more.

She just wanted to spend her life with the husband she loved.

"How have I only just now realized how cute you are?" Jiang Liu said with a smile.

"I’m not... Just a little bit, maybe," Jun Qingmeng said shyly, pinching her fingers together to show a small amount.

Jiang Liu said, "You’ve got flour on your nose. Go wipe it off, it looks pretty funny."

"Hmph, it’s all your fault!"

Jun Qingmeng’s nose felt itchy, and she shot Jiang Liu a playful glare.

She took a wet wipe from her bag and checked her reflection in her phone’s camera.

"Mommy, you look so cute like that. Can Tongtong take some pictures with you?"

"Of course, you can."

Jun Qingmeng doted on Tongtong, a complete contrast to Jiang Liu, who was always threatening to spank her.

The mother and daughter crouched together in the kitchen, hugging and making funny faces for the camera.

Tongtong giggled happily.

"Mommy, I made a discovery! We’re both so pretty."

"Right?"

"Hehe, and Daddy takes after Tongtong, so he’s handsome like Tongtong."

As Jiang Liu chopped potatoes, he was already planning his new restaurant.

He wanted to earn more money. He wanted to give his daughter and wife the very best.

Although Jun Qingmeng never said anything,

Jiang Liu could tell that his wife’s skincare products and clothes were all quite expensive.

After all, she had been born with a golden spoon in her mouth.

If he didn’t earn enough, Jun Qingmeng would have to lower her standards for him.

Jiang Liu thought for a moment.

He felt an increasing sense that there was a mountain of things to do. If he wanted to develop the restaurant into a large-scale chain,

he would need a comprehensive and transparent operational tracking system.

Things like company cash flow, ingredient purchases, purchasers’ identities, photos, sanitation records, staff accountability, attendance, performance bonus rules, and so on...

Right now, he only had one branch, and Hu Yongfa and his partner were honest and trustworthy.

Normally, there wouldn’t be any issues.

But if he opened more locations, parasites would inevitably appear. He would need a strict system to keep them in check.

’But... a system alone isn’t enough... Right, I have to establish a small department dedicated to supervision and auditing!...’

Jiang Liu frowned in thought as he worked.

He had read many business management books in college.

A vague outline of an operations management plan was already forming in his mind.

"Honey, when are you going to teach me how to make dessert?"

"Daddy, when are you going to give Tongtong ice cream?"

"Huh?"

Jiang Liu snapped back to reality. He automatically ignored his daughter’s question, suddenly remembering he’d promised to teach his wife how to make dessert a few days ago.

But he had completely forgotten about it.

"When I have time. I’ve been a little busy lately. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten."

"Okay!"

Jun Qingmeng rolled her eyes at him.

She loved Jiang Liu, more and more each day.

And she wanted Jiang Liu to love her just as much.

6:30 PM.

Jiang Liu opened the shop early.

Customers, their eyes practically glowing with ravenous hunger, joyfully rushed into the shop.

"It’s open, it’s open!"

"Finally, it’s my turn! Haha, I’ve been standing here for the whole damn afternoon, my legs are numb."

"Didn’t you see the boss of Nanliang Group is standing in line too? Be grateful. A bunch of big shots are waiting with us."

"Boss, I’ll take fifteen pork and scallion buns, and a bottle of beer."

"Huh? No boiled fish tonight?"

"Nope." Jiang Liu shook his head.

"Then when will you have a new dish, Brother Jiang?"

"We’ll see."

Jiang Liu was planning to make a new Sichuan dish tomorrow or the day after, but he had no intention of revealing that.

A large batch of new customers came again tonight.

Gasps of amazement could be heard from inside the shop from time to time.

Jiang Liu buried his head in his work, completely focused.

More than half of the food each day was ordered for takeout.

Jiang Liu figured that once the place next door was renovated, there would be fewer takeout orders.

After all, the space next door was ten square meters larger than his current shop.

If he didn’t put in counters or refrigerators and just filled it with tables, it could accommodate a lot of people.

Jun Qingmeng sat by Jiang Liu’s side, keeping him company. She took out her phone and sent a text to Jun Xinghe:

"I need to tell you something. My husband might talk to you about an investment in a little while. You need to cooperate with him."

Jun Xinghe’s mind filled with question marks when he received the text.

’What are you talking about?’

’Investment?’

’What kind of investment?!’

Jun Xinghe replied with a "?".

Jun Qingmeng: "He already knows your company isn’t doing well financially. He told me today that he wants to do something for you. Don’t refuse him, and don’t be harsh with him. Just agree to everything, understand?"

In her memories, from childhood to adulthood,

her father had always been a rigorous, unsmiling, and inflexible man.

Annoyingly, the man was also ridiculously talented when it came to business.

Taking all this into consideration,

Jun Qingmeng was worried that Jiang Liu would seem too naive in front of her dad, get rejected flat out by Jun Xinghe, and have his entrepreneurial confidence crushed.

That’s why she had to warn Jun Xinghe.

’Don’t be harsh with my husband, and you can’t refuse my husband. Just do as my husband says, obediently!’

Jun Xinghe finished reading the text.

He was still in a state of utter confusion.

’What’s with all these "don’ts" and "can’ts"?’

’Since when does my own daughter get to boss me around?’

Jun Xinghe was about to fire back a retort, but then he thought of his son-in-law and gave up on the idea.

’Hmph. For my son-in-law’s sake, I’ll humor you this time.’

Jun Xinghe searched for the phone number he knew by heart on WeChat.

He looked at his daughter’s WeChat profile.

He thought for a moment.

’Heh!’

’I’m not going to be the one to add her.’

’If anyone’s going to add someone, it has to be my daughter adding me!’

At 7:40 PM, the sky had darkened, and a few enormous white clouds drifted slowly across the deep blue expanse.

The outdoor air conditioning unit by the door was already covered in a layer of dust.

Jiang Liu was stacking unwashed plates into a blue bin.

Everything was sold out.

Business was so explosive that even if there was only half a bun left, someone would fight to buy it.

Lu Benyi came again in the evening with his friends. As they were leaving,

the group of grown men looked at Jiang Liu with unconcealed reluctance.

It was like meeting your girlfriend after a year apart, only for the train to arrive before you could even steal a few kisses...

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