Gourmet Food Supplier

"Burp"

After Qian Minghui finished the last lick, he reluctantly put down the clean plate and spoon. He looked at his watch and saw that it was not time yet, so he stared at the two small boxes.

One of the boxes had a temperature of 15 degrees Celsius while the other had a temperature of 20 degrees Celsius. Although the dishes were different and the temperature was different, the experiment couldn't be completed in one go. Therefore, what he did today was just what he did today. He would do new experiments at night, so there weren't many problems.

The biggest problem was that the experiment wasn't over yet. He could only look at the small box and recall the taste of the dishes he had eaten before, constantly swallowing his saliva.

Later on, perhaps because he felt that every second was like a year, Qian Minghui decided to memorize the words again. As long as one's skill was good, even an iron pestle could be ground into a needle. He had always believed that the failure of his predecessors was mostly caused by insufficient preparation. He felt that sufficient preparation was the first condition for success.

In fact, Qian Minghui's way of thinking was totally fine if it were in other places. On the contrary, it should have an 80% to 90% chance of success. But when it was Yuan Zhou, it was unknown. After all, Yuan Zhou wasn't a person who could be judged by common sense.

The only thing he could do was to prepare as much as possible to increase the success rate.

"Di da, di da"

The hour hand, minute hand, and second hand seemed to be moving in Qian Minghui's heart. Before he had eaten Yuan Zhou's delicacies, Qian Minghui could still recite them in peace. But now, the delicacies were right beside him, reminding him of their existence all the time. Even if he couldn't smell them, he naturally felt more uncomfortable because he had eaten them before and could imagine them based on his imagination.

His previous attempt at reciting the words was also very clumsy. He had to look at his watch from time to time, afraid of missing the time. As for whether he was afraid of the experiment failing or not being able to eat the food in time, only heaven and earth knew.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp."

A soft sound was heard. Qian Minghui, who was already restless like a nail on a stool, immediately sat up straight. His sitting posture, which was as obedient as a primary school student, made people think that the person who was wriggling like a flea just now was definitely an illusion.

After he sat down, Qian Minghui quickly took out a clean notebook with a brown cover and a pen from his briefcase. After he set it down, he reached out and took out the first hibiscus chicken slice. It had been 40 minutes since the dish was put in.

When the dishes were taken out, they were still steaming. There didn't seem to be any difference, but Qian Minghui, who was holding a magnifying glass in one hand, still noticed some subtle differences. The hibiscus flowers of different shapes had softened a little, which was not very obvious, but could still be seen with a magnifying glass.

"This should be negligible since you can't see it with your eyes. However, the results of the experiments still need to be recorded."

As Qian Minghui spoke, he began to write and draw carefully in his notebook, noting down all the observations he had just made. Then, he began to taste the food.

Of course, Qian Minghui had made sufficient preparations, but sometimes, innate conditions determined certain things. For example, his tongue was just a normal tongue. Although it might be slightly sharper than the average person 's, there was still a limit.

Therefore, when the delicious chicken slice entered his mouth, Qian Minghui did not notice any difference. He could use tools like a magnifying glass to help him discover the appearance, but he could only rely on his tongue to taste it. There was nothing he could do about not discovering it.

These were all the results of the experiments. Qian Minghui recorded everything down bit by bit. He couldn't find too many differences, but he could at least record everything down. This might be useful.

Lunch time slowly passed as Qian Minghui recorded the dishes one by one. By the time he put down his pen, it was almost time for the opening hours to end, which was about the time he had estimated.

It was just that no one noticed that Qian Minghui had not come out since he went in. Otherwise, some people would really feel that they should talk to him about life.

When dinner time started, Qian Minghui came again. He still needed to do his experiment one more time. He was still probably in the middle of the second line. This time, he was not as lucky as before. There were not many seats at the bar counter, and he could only share a two-seater table with others, which was considered a small number.

Even so, Qian Minghui did not give up on the experiment. However, because there was someone sitting at the same table as him, he still enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by people, even though he had changed a few people.

By the time Qian Minghui finished recording all the experiment results in the evening, it was basically time for dinner to end. His performance also made Yuan Zhou feel that his guess was correct. He was here to help Xin kui test his new invention.

When Qian Minghui found Yuan Zhou after Yuan Zhou had finished the preparation of the pub and asked Mao Ye to deliver the food to the customers, he was a little dumbfounded. After all, he didn't seem to be able to help with the matter of the test product.

"Hello, head chef Yuan. Sorry to bother you with our first meeting. I am the person-in-charge of swift delivery. Our aim is to reach home as quickly as possible. Although we only have a dozen people at the moment, I believe that we will be able to develop to a very impressive stage very soon." Qian Minghui's self-introduction was quite detailed.

However, as soon as Yuan Zhou heard that it was an express delivery, the first thing that came to his mind was take-out. What Qian Minghui said next also confirmed Yuan Zhou's guess.

"As of now, head chef Yuan's restaurant doesn't have take-out yet. I heard that the reason why we don't do take-out is because we can't guarantee the temperature of the dishes during the delivery process. If the temperature drops, the taste will drop as well. However, we, Swift, and expert Xin kui, have invented a temperature-stabilizing container that can ensure that the temperature of the dishes will not change during the delivery process. Moreover, it will be delivered to the customers as quickly as possible. It's not inferior to Thunder. Our reputation is absolutely guaranteed. Student Xiong Neng can be a witness to this."

The reason why Qian Minghui came to find Yuan Zhou and even found Xin kui, his collaborator, in advance, was all because of the inspiration he found when he got in touch with Xiong nengxiong.

One should know that with Yuan Zhou's help, the brat was definitely doing very well in his business. In just a short period of time, with the help of Jiang Changxi and the others, the brat was no longer the brat he used to be. He could be considered a small successful person.

Although he was still young, Qian Minghui didn't think there was anything embarrassing about studying.

Only when Yuan Zhou heard that did he finally understand the function of the small box.

"My little comrade system, look, someone actually wants to steal your job." Yuan Zhou muttered in the heart.

In fact, the failure to guarantee the taste wasn't the main factor at the moment. After all, the food container provided by the system itself had the function of keeping fresh and warm. The main reason was that there was only one Yuan Zhou and he couldn't do it at the same time. That was the main point.

It was just that he didn't know if the system's Black technology could be compared with Xin kui's bold and unconstrained style, which was a problem.

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