Chapter 395： Want to open western food

Chapter 395: Western food is to be served

Upon seeing this, An Zhixia chuckled and ordered a hamburger, French fries and fried chicken for each of the children.

She actually likes to eat this kind of junk food. It should be said that many children and women cannot resist these temptations.

It's just that she has to keep in shape, so she can occasionally indulge behind her manager's back, order a burger and a Coke, and spend half an hour slowly savoring them before the heat cools down. Then she has to go to the gym for two hours to work out the fat she wants to gain. Consume it first.

Thinking about how hard she had been in the past, An Zhixia couldn't help but order one for herself. She was a pregnant woman now, so she could satisfy her appetite, right?

Mao Manxi looked at it and gritted her teeth. Forget about keeping in shape today, she also followed suit.

On the contrary, Li Hanqian didn't care much about this thing. He went to the Chinese restaurant area and ordered two plates of meat and vegetables.

The adults followed the children's orders and ate at twelve o'clock at noon. It was five o'clock after school. Now they were very hungry. They ate hard for a while and actually finished all the food they ordered.

The little girl’s stomach is full, but she can’t help but reminisce, “Mom, if I get double hundred next time, can you and dad take me and my sister to eat Western food again?”

"Sure, we can come when you celebrate your birthday," An Zhixia nodded with a smile, but thinking in her heart, Western food in Xiahua is actually quite profitable, instead of letting foreigners take half of the food industry in Xiahua As for profits, she might as well have this aspect in hand from the beginning.

 In later generations, this type of Western food shop became popular all over the country, and this alone was enough for her to make a lot of money. In fact, after the country's economy is liberalized, she has countless ideas to make a fortune. Not to mention the future money, even the current money is just a number to her.

She just doesn’t want Xiahua to become a foreign economic colony. If possible, she will also look for partners to win over foreign markets.

People's living conditions improved in later generations, various delicacies entered thousands of homes, and many recipes were made public. Even in which store had delicious food, there would be mukbang broadcasters taking turns to go there, attracting a large number of diners, and then the recipes would also It was thought up and prepared by others.

An Zhixia couldn't help but write down the matter of opening a Western restaurant in her little notebook, and would talk about it later.

After eating, Li Hanqian took them straight to the main warehouse of the supply and marketing cooperative.

This general warehouse is not the one in Dongcheng District that An Zhixia went to before, but the real headquarters of Xiahua Supply and Marketing Cooperative. It occupies a large area. Although it is not as exaggerated as a department store occupying a whole street, it still occupies a quarter of a corner.

The warehouses are very large, one after another, six in total, and the goods are placed in categories.

Li Hanqian took the warehouse key from the guard and opened one of the doors. Almost everything An Zhixia wants is here.

He turned on all the lights, because it was already dark outside, and the lights in the warehouse were next to each other. Even the tungsten lights were bright to the eye.

"All the supply and marketing cooperatives in Kyoto ship their goods from here," Li Hanqian explained to her: "Unless it is a small source of goods contacted by the supply and marketing cooperative itself, there is not so much goods for all stores. In the entire Xiahua Supply and Marketing Cooperative, this place has the largest number of goods. Full range of goods.”

The warehouse is extremely high, nearly ten meters into the eye, and all goods are placed on eight-meter solid wood shelves. There is a large gap between the shelves because there are ladders to pick up the goods. There are a lot of goods and it won't give people a feeling of crowding and depression.

There is a small shelf on one side of the shelf, which not only stores the incoming and outgoing records of various goods, but also has a sample display area! Make it clear at a glance.

The little ones had a good time shopping around first. Seeing that the adults were still busy, they found a table and chairs and sat down, opened their schoolbags and took out books and homework books to study.

An Zhixia browsed through them from beginning to end and selected them based on wool, cotton cloth, cotton thread and other materials and colors. Li Hanqian held a notebook behind him and recorded the item number.

In order to make it easier for her to go back and choose a style, she naturally turned on the video and photo modes at the same time in the supermarket.

By the time the work was over, the children had finished their homework and previewed several lessons.

It was almost ten o'clock when we got home. Mother Jiang and Mrs. Jiang sat on the sofa and pecking at the rice with chickens. When they heard the sound of the car braking, they were still a little confused, so they immediately got up and opened the door to greet them.

An Zhixia was a little embarrassed, "Grandma, I'm sorry that we came back so late, but we bothered you and I to wait until now."

“Silly girl, grandma is looking forward to your coming,” Old Mrs. Jiang smiled and grabbed a child in one hand, while Mother Jiang had already turned around and entered the kitchen to get some food.

"You are pregnant with a child now. You can no longer strictly follow the usual number of meals. You can eat less and more meals at each meal to ensure that you have food in your stomach and don't starve yourself." Mrs. Jiang said with a smile: "According to what I want, you should live with us. The children will go to school here and let Yuanzi go to work every day. We won't worry about you mothers if he leaves for a day."

"My grandma is surrounded by neighbors. If I scream for something, half the family members on the floor will come over to help. Brother Yuan will go door to door to say hello before leaving. The children are also sensible. I really don't have anything to do. "Yeah," An Zhixia said with a crooked eyebrow.

"Okay, okay, okay, grandma knows you have big ideas, so I won't advise you anymore. The four of you mothers have to eat more. Don't talk about not eating before going to bed. You can't sleep well if you are hungry. At worst, you have to eat before going to bed." Mrs. Jiang invited several children to go to the dinner table.

Although they had eaten a lot at night, young people have fast digestion and metabolism. Now smelling the rich aroma of chicken soup, they suddenly felt hungry.

The rice porridge is made with chicken soup, the chicken is shredded, and there are diced mushrooms, diced carrots and egg pancake strips in it. It is salty and soft in the mouth. With hot and sour beans and pickles, An Zhixia drank two bowls.

The children also immersed themselves in eating two bowls each, which made Mrs. Jiang very happy.

After dinner, An Zhixia coaxed the old lady and Jiang's mother to go to bed first. The children consciously washed themselves up, said good night to her, and went back to their houses.

An Zhixia checked the products she just saw in the warehouse in the supermarket with cameras and video recorders. She has a good grasp of fashion. After getting familiar with materials and colors, An Zhixia used colored pens to draw generous retro styles and color combinations on paper.

She prefers the contrasting color series, but nowadays most people's clothes are solid colors. The slightly different ones are the navy shirts that are popular among children, or the blue and white stripes, plaid shirts, etc. The plaid shirt has almost become a symbol of street gangsters.

People are eager for breakthroughs, but they are also afraid of becoming different.

An Zhixia plans to start with colors that are acceptable to everyone and slowly open up the market step by step.

After drawing the manuscript for more than an hour, she restrained the excitement of staying up late, crawled into bed and listened to Alpha music for a while and slowly fell asleep.

The next day, Li Hanqian drove An Zhixia and Mrs. Jiang to the hospital, and then sent the three children to school.

Kyoto District 1 Hospital is five stories high. It is built in a zigzag shape, leaving enough space in a square area so that each floor can be bathed in sunlight.

The establishment of the hospital can be traced back to a hundred years ago. There are not many traces left on the blue bricks. Instead, it gives people a primitive atmosphere, making people feel awe from the heart, and even the steps and breathing are slow.

The cement floor in the hospital has cracks as fine as spider webs, the green dado and white walls are mottled, and the air is filled with the bone-chilling smell of disinfectant.

The two of them held hands and asked where the obstetrics and gynecology ward was, and walked over quickly.

There are many people visiting the hospital. It is recognized as the best hospital in Kyoto. Almost 30% of the doctors with excellent medical skills are here. The country also invests in purchasing equipment from time to time.

Kyoto has a large population, and other places are also attracted by it. Mrs. Jiang was nervously guarding An Zhixia's belly all the way, bumping shoulders with people from time to time, or stepping off the heels of her shoes. It was no less than going to the market!

As expected, the corridor of the inpatient department was filled with hospital beds on the left and right rows. The patient's clothes, bedding for the bed, and the fruits brought by the doctor also took up a lot of space. The originally spacious corridor was as cramped as a tube building.

Fang Hongye lived in a room with eight beds, separated by light blue curtains.

Seeing the two people coming, Uncle Fang, Aunt Fang and An Zhiqiu rushed to greet them. Even Fang Hongye lifted up the quilt to get out of bed.

(End of this chapter)