115 Blooming Business

However, she reacted after being stunned for a moment, grabbed the five thousand yen note and chased out the door, shouting: "Guest, I haven't given you change yet..."

But when she went out, she found that the man didn't listen at all. He was already running wildly on the street like a crazy dog, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Standing behind the kitchen counter, Kazuya felt himself also like a stupid dog. What's going on? What kind of hidden emotions were aroused in him and what kind of buff were they transformed into? Why did he choose to propose?

This won't hurt anyone, right? The duration of the buff is only 10 minutes. Whose fault is it if he regret it after two hours?

When he looked away with worry, he found that Yutaka, who had finished eating, looked wrong. He was closing his eyes slightly, and his face looked like his soul had been purified.

Kazuya was a little numb. The food made with this funny skill won't make people suffer from mental illness? He asked carefully: "Guest, what's wrong with you?"

Yutaka opened his eyes, and the trace of anxiety that seemed to have always existed in his eyes had disappeared. He said very calmly: "I just suddenly felt something in my heart, and I regained the original feeling of working hard simply."

Then he looked down at the empty bowl and plate and exclaimed: "Amazing food!" After that, without waiting for Kazuya's reply, he took out 20,000 yen from his wallet and put it on the table. Then he turned around planned to walk out, "I will come again!"

Stress is nothing. Calmming down and working hard is the best way to combat stress! He now wanted to be quiet, sort out his inner thoughts, and faced the challenge without anxiety or pressure. HeI didn't expect that food can have such power!

Kazuya looked at the banknotes on the table, and then at his back, didn't know what to say. As a chef, he couldn't touch the banknotes, so he quickly greeted: "Guest, I don't have any change yet…please wait a moment!"

Yutaka just waved his hand and continued walking out the door without even looking back. Haruka ran over and put money into her pocket without hesitation, looking at the figure from said: "Is he...satisfied?"

Paying twice as much for the mealshould be considered that he was satisfied, but the way he left didn't look like that.

However, she just asked this question and didn't need the answer. Customers were being attracted in a steady stream, and they were getting busier and busier. They couldn't care about what the diners thought.

She turned to Kazuya and Akiho and ordered: "Table 2 orders salted peanuts and salted edamame, table 4 orders charcoal-grilled stingray fin, table 6 orders offal chowder, and those two guests orders tama..." After finishing a long list, she added: "Akiho, now you need entertain the guests in front of the kitchen counter. We are too busy."

Akiho was very happy when she saw that even the single seats in front of the kitchen counter were almost full. She quickly agreed: "Yes, big sister!"

Is this what it feels like when a celebrity chef is in ther restaurant? How amazing!

After giving the instructions, Haruka turned around and went to greet the new guests. Her expectation today was that it would be best to have four or five tables of full customers and severa individual customers. However, she didn't expect that jar Kazuya cook was so powerful that it worked like a trap to abduct people into the store. 

In the end, she found that the guests were full, and she could only share the pain and happiness to ask Chika to stand at the door and keep bowing and apologizing to the new customers under the tight manpower situation. The pocket in her apron became biger and biger, as if she were five months pregnant.

The Pure Flavor House was closed just after ten o'clock.

Not to mention the lack of confidence in Haruka, even Kazuya did not expect that the business would be so booming. The prepared ingredients were exhausted early. Haruka could finally only lead his sisters to apologize repeatedly, turn away the new customers. After sending the last guest away, she put down the curtain directly.

This situation could only be considered that the Buddha jumpsover the wall to perform its extraordinary performance, which was a small probability event.

Haruka didn't know whether to cry or laugh when faced with this situation. She sat in a corner of the lobby and counted the incomes. She finally got a number and couldn't believe it. She stared at it for a while and then started counting again.

Kazuya had already cleaned up the kitchen and came over to take a look. His intelligence has improved significantly recently. Haruka was not a professional accountant and noted the account by using a general way, which was basically addition and subtraction. He read all the way and quickly came up with the final number: "Don't need to count again, the number is correct."

However, he was also surprised. He used to hear others saying that if the catering industry was successful, it would be huge profits, but he was still half-convinced. Now he had to believe when he looked at these big figures of hundred thousands of yen.

Haruka raised her head and glanced at him, but was not willing to believe him completely. She still took the calculator and pressed it hard, but finally pursed her lips and said nothing. The calculation was indeed correct, and she just made money euqal to the living expenses for the past four months in one night. She felt like that she was robbing.

Not counting the ingredients they had stocked before, the jar of Buddha jumps over the wall at the door alone cost their family more than a month's living expenses. But now it had been sold completely. Not only did they get their money back quickly, but they also made a huge profit, even two or three times. 

The dishes this guy cook is like a sharp knife, to rob the diners who come in with blood and smiles on their faces!

She held back her thoughts and looked up at Kazuya. He was explaining to her how to prepare and replenish ingredients tomorrow. After hearing a few words, she suddenly divided the money in front of her. Without looking at him, she pushed a wad of money to him: "From now on, you can share half of the store's net profit!"

Kazuya was stunned, wondering why she suddenly mentioned this, while she tilted her head and waited for a moment without hearing any movement from him. She muttered: "The store belongs to us and we paid for the cost. We also have four people as manpower. Although the money is all earned by your craftsmanship, I think this distribution is very reasonable."

After hearing this, he couldn't help but tilted his body and looked at her little face, finding that her expression was very depressed. She probably felt distressed about giving the money on hand to others. He couldn't help laughing.

This little radish was quite aware of it. Although she felt distressed, she still has clear understanding. She knew that if they want to do business together, she must clarify the profit distribution with him. She was much better than those people who are short-sighted and have blood-red eyes when they see a little profit.

He wasn't polite to her either. Favor is one thing, but it's only natural to contribute his skills to get money. He counted the money and asked with a smile: "How much do other izakaya chef usually get when they invest in it through their skills?"

Haruka felt at ease after seeing that he didn't hesitate but directly collected the money. She felt that although the cost was a bit higher, it was good to be able to solve the family's crisis. The remaining money was enough for the family. She was happily counting her own share and said casually: "Usually they can get 20-30% of the shares."

"Then I'll take these for now." Kazuya counted out half of the money in his hand and returned it to Haruka. He also had a spirit of cooperation. Without this store and the busy schedule of the Sakura sisters, he would not have been able to make such a sum of money so easily on his own.

How good it is now. Just go to work normally, throw away his hands and leave after work. He didn't need to worry about other things and could go back to study and sleep, letting this little radish get busy.