Chapter 187 Fake Money

Zhou Huilan sighed helplessly. All the guests who came in to dine praised the deliciousness of their food. It was not impossible to rely on these diners to promote it, but Zhou Huilan just couldn't figure out what was the reason for those guests who came in and left immediately.

He turned around and left.

"I saw that the customers who came in and left looked no more than forty years old, and several of them had a strong smell of engine oil. They should all be workers in the machinery factory."

Li Man had been standing at the door. Being pressed down by Su Lijuan, it was difficult to greet the guests. He had to observe these details more carefully.

When she said this, Zhou Huilan also recalled that it seemed that several of those people were still wearing the kind of dark blue work clothes in the factory, but her skills...could they conflict with the mechanics?

I've never heard of such a statement.

"You take Yaoyao home first. I'll go to their factory and help you inquire." Lu Changqing put the cigarette in his pocket, "It's time to rest after work. We have to open the door at night. The smell of wine is not afraid of the deep alley.

It’s their loss if they leave. I’ll keep the soup and I’ll heat it up for myself when I come back in the evening.”

Zhou Huilan was helpless, "Is that because you drank the soup?"

"Then what else is going on?"

Zhou Huilan couldn't resist him, so she waved her hand and drove them out. She asked Li Man and the others to tidy up the hall, and then got off work after finishing their work.

But when it was dinner time, Lu Changqing still hadn't come back.

Because of what happened at noon, everyone in the store was worried, but fortunately, there was no such thing as the situation at noon where people walked in and turned around and left.

Perhaps because people who come to eat in the evening come out in groups, and there are few people who come alone like at noon, the restaurant quickly filled up several tables, and it quickly became lively.

"Madam boss, can you only get one portion of this soup per table? There are several of us, and we have ordered so many dishes, how can we share such a small portion?" The man who had just finished ordering pointed to the table next to him.

Small cup on top.

Li Man was a little embarrassed and was thinking about what to say. Zhou Huilan, who had just delivered the food to the window, heard the question and quickly wiped her hands and walked out of the kitchen.

"Master, you are talking about the opening event. It says you will get one for every five yuan spent. If there are four of you, if you order food worth twenty yuan, I will definitely give you one. This is an event.

In order to attract repeat customers, this must not make you feel aggrieved.”

The man's eyes flicked back and forth between Li Man and Zhou Huilan, "Haha, this is the boss's wife. I really didn't expect that she is a female chef. She is so skilled and refreshing. Your restaurant will definitely be prosperous in the future!"

Zhou Huilan smiled sweetly and said, "I'd like to lend you your kind words. Sit down slowly and I'll cook for you in the back!"

This kind of long-lost excitement is familiar to Chow Huilan, but also unfamiliar to her.

What she was familiar with was the fireworks in the kitchen, but the smiles of the guests in the hall who were well fed and drunk were unfamiliar to her.

After all, she used to cook in the kitchen and had no contact with customers at all.

She doesn't know whether the food is delicious or not, whether the customers like it or not. The only way is if the waiter who served the dish occasionally sends a message, and she only knows which dish was praised by the customers today.

Throughout the night, Zhou Huilan was as busy as a young person who had just entered the industry, and she was not at all like a master chef who had once held a big spoon in a state-owned hotel.

However, hard work always pays off. From 5 to 8 o'clock in the evening, we received a total of 19 tables of guests, with an average of three people per table. The turnover for the whole night actually reached 410 yuan, excluding the cases given away for today's activities.

The soup cost and net profit are at least 100 yuan.

The order list was compiled by Li Man. When Zhou Huilan went down and saw that there was nothing, she was a little surprised and asked, "Where is the money earned today?"

Li Man was a little helpless, but did not speak.

But Su Lijuan, who had been standing at the door, agreed, "The money is here!"

Zhou Huilan was a little surprised. When she saw Su Lijuan glaring at Li Man, she pretended not to notice. She just took the money and counted it. They were all small bills. There was a thick pile of more than 400 yuan.

Zhou Huilan habitually sorted the money into categories and counted them in piles. When she touched the pile of 5 yuan, she clearly felt that one of the bills didn't feel right, so she took it out and looked at the lamp.

Obviously, this one is lighter than the others and feels wrong in the hand.

Zhou Huilan frowned, "This is fake money."

"This money must have been collected by Li Man. I have never confiscated five yuan!" Su Lijuan immediately pointed at Li Man.

Li Man, who was sweeping the floor, heard this and came over. When he saw Zhou Huilan holding the money, he touched it and said, "This is a fake money, is it just this one?"

Zhou Huilan reacted and quickly counted all the remaining money. Fortunately, only this 5 yuan note was fake.

According to the rules of the cashier, whoever receives the fake money will have it deducted from whose salary, but today Li Man and Su Lijuan are cashiering together, so it seems unclear.

"It was Li Man who received it!" Su Lijuan shouted in dissatisfaction, "It's impossible for me not to recognize such fake money!"

But Li Man had experience as a waiter, and Su Lijuan had just come from the countryside, so it was obviously more reasonable to mistakenly charge fake money.

But the matter is unclear at the moment, and the loss can only be borne by the boss Zhou Huilan.

She took the fake money and spread it out on the table, "Even if this fake money is on my head today, it just reminds everyone that we can only have one person standing in the cashier position."

Li Man nodded, but Su Lijuan looked unconvinced.

Zhou Huilan knew that she had not handled this matter well. She originally thought that the two of them could learn from each other and achieve mutual success, but she oversimplified such a serious matter as collecting money.

"Both of you are doing very well, but I can't tell who should be the cashier and who should serve the food, so I want to ask you two for your opinions."

Su Lijuan didn't say anything, so Li Man said: "I will follow your arrangements, Sister Huilan."

"I'm just here to cashier, I don't do anything else."

Su Lijuan's uprightness made Zhou Huilan a little dumbfounded. She smiled helplessly and said, "Let's do this. You two will spend a day alone. After a while, whoever does better will be the cashier. But I also have to say ugly things.

At the front, whoever receives the money is responsible. If you receive fake money or it is damaged and cannot be spent, the money will be deducted from the salary of the person who receives the money."

Li Man simply agreed.

Although Su Lijuan said nothing, she reluctantly nodded.

"Then tomorrow, which one of you will come first?"

Li Man looked at Su Lijuan, and Zhou Huilan also followed her gaze. Su Lijuan was a little annoyed by the look, and immediately stamped her foot, "Why are you looking at me? I am younger and should let the older one go. Tomorrow, Li Man will take the lead.

bring it on!"

With Su Lijuan's words, Li Man no longer refused.

(End of chapter)

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