Chef Kang's expression turned somber as he wiped his hands on his apron.
"We've been experiencing a downturn in business lately," he explained. "Ever since the new restaurant opened down the street, we've been losing customers."
I frowned, feeling a pang of concern. Competition was nothing new in the restaurant industry, but I hadn't expected it to affect us so severely.
"What solutions have you tried to attract more customers?" I asked, determined to find a solution.
Chef Kang shrugged, his expression troubled. " We've tried lowering prices and running promotions, but nothing seems to work. People just seem to prefer the new place."
I nodded, feeling a sense of urgency. I couldn't afford to let my restaurant fail, especially since I had just arrived.
"Let's brainstorm some ideas," I suggested, trying to sound upbeat despite the situation. "We need to find a way to set ourselves apart from the competition."
Chef Kang nodded, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"I'll gather the staff for a meeting," he said. "We'll come up with some ideas together."
As Chef Kang called the staff together, I couldn't help but feel a surge of determination. I was confident that we could overcome this challenge together. With hard work and a little creativity, we would find a way to bring customers back to our restaurant.
Then, I realized that the system was proposing a new recipe.
The system screen popped up in front of me, displaying a new recipe titled "Spicy Bulgogi Tacos". My eyes lit up as I read through the ingredients and instructions. It was a creative twist on a classic dish, combining the flavors of traditional Korean bulgogi with the convenience of a taco. Then I asked the system to send the recipe to my phone.
"Chef Kang, look at this!" I exclaimed, showing him the recipe on my phone screen . "What do you think about adding this to our menu?"
Chef Kang peered at the screen, his eyes widening with interest as he read through the recipe.
"This looks fantastic!" he exclaimed. "It's unique, it's creative, and I think our customers would love it."
"I love how the flavors come together in this dish," another customer remarked. "It's spicy, but not overpowering, and the bulgogi is so tender!"
As the evening went on, the praise for our Spicy Bulgogi Tacos only grew. Customer after customer sang its praises, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.
By the end of the day, our restaurant was bustling with activity, and I couldn't have been happier. We had managed to turn things around, and it was all thanks to our teamwork and determination.
As the last customers left for the night, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. We had faced a challenge head-on and come out on top. With our new recipe, our restaurant was sure to thrive once again.
Counting the day's earnings, we had made a total of $2000 in profit. It was a testament to the success of our new dish and the hard work of everyone in the kitchen.
I expressed my gratitude to Chef Kang and the rest of the kitchen staff for their dedication and hard work throughout the day.
"You all did an incredible job today," I praised, a warm smile spreading across my face. "I'm so proud of what we achieved together."
The kitchen erupted into cheers and applause, the sounds of celebration filling the air. It was a moment of triumph, and we all reveled in the success of our efforts.
After tidying up and closing for the night, I made my way back to the mansion, feeling a mix of exhaustion and elation. I couldn't wait to share the news of our successful day with Yura.
Upon arriving home, I found Yura waiting for me in the living room, her expression tense. She rose from her seat as I entered, her movements swift and purposeful.
"Lee Jiyeon, I must remind you that your place is here with me," she declared, her voice firm and commanding. "You are my wife, and it is your duty to cater to my needs."
I felt a sense of unease settle in the pit of my stomach as Yura's possessiveness washed over me.
"But Yura, I was at the restaurant all day," I protested, my voice faltering slightly under her intense gaze. "I had to oversee the new recipe we introduced and—"
Yura cut me off with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I don't care about your restaurant," she retorted sharply. "Your priority should be taking care of me. If you need money, you only need to ask."
Her words sent a shiver down my spine, and I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure.