Jiang Ye and Tian Rao exchanged glances.
This was it, they had to win, no matter what. Jiang Ye said, "Let's go, we need to study the recipes."
The two of them got up, left the restaurant, and headed straight for Tian Rao's house.
The clothes that were originally piled in the house had all been moved to the yard, each pile higher than the last, like trenches. The clothing printers had also been moved out, and the employees responsible for making clothes were working in the open air.
The two of them walked around the piles of clothes and went directly into the house. Inside, against the wall, was a food printer.
This machine was the one Jiang Ye had bought earlier. He had secretly moved it over during the night. Inside the house, over twenty employees were slowly printing food, recording the taste of each print, and discussing improvements.
The food ingredient cans in the corner were piled high, half empty and half full.
The reason they used Jiang Ye's food printer was not because they couldn't afford a new one, but because they were afraid of Isabel finding out. After all, this machine was a large item that required on-site installation. Tian Rao's house had long since become a secret food research institute.
Jiang Ye sat down in a chair in a very relaxed manner and asked, "How's the research going?"
An employee hurried over and handed him a handwritten menu, saying, "These are the recipes that have been confirmed. Please take a look."
Jiang Ye glanced at it. There were already over forty dishes, as well as some porridges and soups, and more than ten types of beverages. In total, there were nearly a hundred items.
"Give me one of each for inspection," Jiang Ye said. "And bring a large trash can."
As soon as the boss gave the order, everyone in the room bustled around. Soon, several plates of meat dishes were placed in front of Jiang Ye.
Jiang Ye picked up his chopsticks and began to taste.
He didn't swallow, but chewed a few bites and spat them out.
After all, with nearly a hundred dishes, even eating one bite of each would be enough to kill him. He was there to test the dishes, not to eat a meal.
With each dish he ate, Jiang Ye frowned and shook his head, offering suggestions for improvement:
"This chicken isn't tender enough. Set the stewing time longer."
"The beef is too spicy. It should be more fragrant."
"The filling of the buns isn't juicy enough. Keep trying different recipes."
"What is this egg tart? Remake it!"
After tasting the entire menu, almost every dish was rejected by Jiang Ye to varying degrees.
The employees were all sweating profusely, their faces awkward. They thought their boss was too harsh, as the dishes were already very delicious!
These dishes had already been improved seven or eight times, and they had strived for perfection. Why was he still not satisfied?
Jiang Ye glanced at their expressions and knew what they were all thinking.
"Our competitors are very strong. We need to surpass them. The dishes absolutely cannot just be 'delicious.' Jiang Ye suddenly stood up and shouted, glaring fiercely at each employee. "They need to be explosively delicious! So delicious that people ascend to heaven after eating them! We need to grab the customers' stomachs and squeeze them until they burst!"
"My requirement for you is that even if the restaurant catches fire, a water ghost appears, or terrorists open fire with machine guns, all customers will still eat without regard for anything else! We need to make the diners go crazy! Make them eat eight meals a day in the restaurant! Make them stuff themselves to death in the restaurant! Make them forget their own names, make them unable to live without our restaurant's food! All dishes must be delicious to this extent!" Jiang Ye roared.
"I officially announce that 20% of the restaurant's income will go to all employees. The more profit we make, the more you can earn!"
"There are only four days left until the opening, and time waits for no one! Everyone, get to work, improve the recipes, try how bad your creations are now, and make them delicious! If ten improvements aren't enough, make a hundred. If a hundred aren't enough, make a thousand! The tastier it is, the more money you'll make. In the end, you'll be the richest people in town!"
"Are you still living in dilapidated, cramped bungalows? Improve your recipes! Earn yourselves a seaside villa as soon as possible! Do you want to wear watches worth hundreds of thousands? Improve your recipes! Do you want the most beautiful wife and the most handsome husband to warm your bed? Improve your recipes! The opportunity for overnight riches is right before your eyes. Anyone who doesn't seize it is a fool!"
Jiang Ye's motivational speech lasted for five minutes. The emotions of everyone in the room were ignited. The employees were shouting excitedly, especially when they heard that 20% of the restaurant's income would go to them, which directly sent everyone's adrenaline soaring!
Tian Rao stood by watching, dumbfounded.
All the employees rushed to the machines, their eyes wide, continuously printing dishes, tasting them immediately after they came out, and improving them again and again!
Originally, everyone was slacking off, printing a dish, eating it slowly, and casually adjusting the recipe, resulting in extremely low efficiency. Now, they were snatching and grabbing, their eyes red as they continuously printed food. If they didn't like it after a couple of bites, they threw it directly into the trash. In less than two minutes, the trash cans were all full.
The consumption rate of the ingredient cans soared. In the previous two days, only two hundred cans had been consumed, but after Jiang Ye's roar, one hundred cans of ingredients were used up in just one hour.
Jiang Ye was very satisfied and sat down to wait for the tasting.
For the next three days, he basically spent his time at Tian Rao's house, tasting from morning till night and offering suggestions for improvement.
His requirements for the food had become extremely rigorous, striving for perfection.
Finally, on the eve of the restaurant's opening, a miracle occurred.
A list of three hundred dishes was handed to Jiang Ye, and they were served in order according to the menu for him to taste.
With each dish served, Jiang Ye was shocked.
The taste was truly amazing!
Each dish was more beautiful than the last!
As soon as it came out of the food printer, it exuded a fragrant aroma!
The color, aroma, and taste were all perfect. A master chef with twenty years of experience could only reach this level. Jiang Ye tried hard to find fault with them, but found it impossible. They had reached perfection.
As Jiang Ye tasted, everyone in the room watched expectantly, with sounds of swallowing echoing.
"Good," Jiang Ye finally concluded. "It's too savage, everyone. With such good dishes, launching them into the market will be an absolute slaughter! Get ready to get rich!"
The employees applauded excitedly. They had lived a hellish life these past few days, sleeping only five hours a day, and as soon as they opened their eyes, they stood in front of the machines, testing and experimenting again and again. The recipe for each dish was precise to the gram, and even a gram's difference required repeated experiments, but they finally received the boss's affirmation!
Jiang Ye left Tian Rao's house and, just as he reached the entrance of the base vehicle, he saw Xu Yan walking towards him.
"The restaurant is just completed. Are you going to inspect it?" Xu Yan asked.
"Okay, please wait a moment. I'll take the employees over now," Jiang Ye nodded.
He got into the base vehicle, sat in front of the control panel, and opened the Galaxy Mall.
He ordered twenty-five food printers!
As soon as the order was completed, Isabel's message arrived:
"Where should I send them?"
Jiang Ye: "There are five restaurants in total, five units for each restaurant."
Isabel: "Alright, you're finally going to compete with me. Investing so much money, you'll be crying."
Jiang Ye: "If you cry from losing money, I'll definitely hand you a tissue."
Isabel: "If I really lose money, I'll definitely hug you and cry, smearing my tears and snot all over you."
Jiang Ye was speechless, scratching his head as he looked at Isabel's message.
The relationship between the two of them was now incredibly complicated. They were competitors, trying their best to make each other's restaurants go bankrupt, yet one supplied equipment to the other's opening restaurant. There was also an unclear romantic attraction between them, while simultaneously being long-time friends and collaborators.
"Forget it, forget it!" Jiang Ye sighed. "Is this what they call 'loving and killing each other'?"