359: National Restaurant Conference

The group discussed some details. Little Ling was young and couldn't interject, but she listened intently to the entire conversation.

Suddenly, there was something different in her eyes.

She grew up in the countryside and only later moved to Changshan City, so overall, she hadn't seen much of the world.

She couldn't compare to children from the capital.

Listening to Pan Han and the other two discuss a business so seriously expanded her horizons considerably.

Why do some parents desperately try to move to big cities?

The composure of city children might be a significant reason.

Before leaving, Pan Han instructed Qin Hongbing to buy some winter clothes for himself and his child.

Qin Hongbing nodded in agreement, standing in the wind, watching the two depart.

Pan Han drove all the way, not saying much.

It's so convenient to do things in his own world. He wondered when the apocalypse would return to normal life.

"Boss, I think product development should still be handled by our group. Although Old Qin has run a restaurant before, he has no concept of supply chain or food safety," Ellie broke the silence, seeing the atmosphere was a bit heavy.

"Mm. The Knight Order has many catering companies under it. Find someone to develop a few set meals, then get the supply chain and central kitchen in order. Remember, don't have too many set meals. No more than 10 initially. Later, we'll hold a new product launch event every six months."

"Oh? Boss, do we need to hold a launch event for a restaurant too?" This aspect had never occurred to Ellie; it was beyond her understanding.

"Mm. At that time, we'll find people to scour the beautiful landscapes of our country, find local delicacies, and then, with the supply chain, turn them into seasonal set meals for sale." Pan Han had thought about this for a long time; it was definitely not a whim.

"Boss, why do you have this idea?" Ellie also became interested; she found it quite fun.

"A National Restaurant that only has a few set meals usually won't work without some variety."

"Yes, that's the logic."

"Our positioning is a commoner's restaurant. These people usually don't get the chance to eat delicacies from all over the country, and their finances aren't generous."

"Yes, that's the logic."

"Then we'll use very low prices to sell seasonal delicacies for a limited time. For example, when spring bamboo shoots are available somewhere, we'll make a set meal. When crayfish are harvested somewhere, we'll also make a set meal. Let the people nationwide have a chance to taste them." Pan Han grew more excited as he spoke, his mind filled with images of a packed restaurant.

"Boss, seasonal dishes aren't necessarily cheap!" Ellie said.

"When we hold the launch event, each seasonal set meal will recruit sponsors. We'll use the sponsorship fees to subsidize the costs."

"Oh, that's an interesting approach."

"We have many industries under our Knight Order. We can just pull some sponsorships then. For example, 'National Restaurant Spring New Collection, Imperial Bank Set Meal' and so on." Pan Han had it all planned out; he wanted to make slightly more expensive seasonal set meals and subsidize the cost with naming rights.

As someone from the coast, he could eat cheap mantis shrimp during the season.

But ordinary people in the inland couldn't afford it; it was too expensive for them.

The National Restaurant's two new product launch events each year could solve this problem.

He estimated that by then, no promotion would be needed; word-of-mouth alone would attract customers.

Once there was traffic, the Knight Order's own industries could withdraw, and they could truly recruit commercial sponsors.

"Boss, your idea is excellent. I must learn from you." Ellie nodded seriously, speaking as if it were a genuine matter, with no hint of flattery.

"Additionally, the ingredients for the National Restaurant must be good. Ensure that after eating, your stomach doesn't feel uncomfortable. Some restaurants now, after you finish eating and walk out, your stomach feels particularly queasy inside." Pan Han gave clear instructions: there must be absolutely no food safety issues.

"Understood, Boss. I will definitely ensure it." Ellie committed this sentence firmly to her memory.

Unbeknownst to them, the two returned to the large flat.

Looking at the time, it was already almost evening.

Pan Han sighed deeply, time really flies, he hadn't done much today, and it was already gone.

"Boss, are you hungry? Should I make you some noodles?" As soon as she entered the room, Ellie's stomach rumbled in protest; she hadn't eaten all day and was starting to feel weak.

But she was too embarrassed to say she was hungry, so she could only ask Pan Han.

However, Pan Han had already heard her stomach rumbling, so he smiled and said, "Never mind, I'll make you some noodles instead."

"Boss, I've eaten yours so many times. I feel a bit embarrassed; today, I must make them for you."

"Alright then, go wash your hands and make the noodles." Since Ellie insisted, Pan Han didn't want to refuse her good intentions and lazily lay on the sofa playing games.

Ellie's gaze darkened, her brows furrowed, and with a solemn, death-defying expression, she walked into the kitchen.

Pan Han usually played King of Glory ranked games, which typically lasted 18 minutes per match.

Unconsciously, he had already won 4 consecutive games, why wasn't dinner ready yet??

He put his phone down to charge and went to the kitchen.

"Holy crap!" Pan Han was shocked by the scene before him!

There were several portions of noodles in the trash can, the pot was pitch black, several eggshells lay on the floor, and water was splattered everywhere.

"What happened???" Pan Han asked, looking at the mess before him.

"I'm sorry, Boss, I've never cooked before. It got a bit messy, I'll clean it up right away." Ellie was flustered, her face full of apology.

"Never mind, I'll do it. It seems your hands are only capable of holding a killing knife, not a cooking knife." Pan Han smiled slightly, not making things difficult for her.

After all, she was still a woman, so it was normal to be accommodating.

Although Pan Han was the esteemed leader of the Knight Order, he didn't put on airs.

As long as he was happy, it didn't matter who made the noodles.

Pan Han had cooked many times before, sometimes for himself, sometimes for Chen Yun.

So he rolled up his sleeves, first tidied the cutting board and countertop, and began preparing to make noodles.

After more than ten minutes, two bowls of fragrant pickled vegetable and shredded pork noodles were ready, each with a soft-boiled egg and a drop of sesame oil floating on top—simply exquisite.

Pan Han also opened two cans of luncheon meat, sliced them, heated them in the microwave, and then smashed two cucumbers.

"Dinner's ready." As soon as Pan Han called out, Ellie walked in wearing a silk lingerie thong set.

Her hair was still wet, wrapped in a towel. It turned out she had just taken a shower.

"You shower so often." Pan Han glanced at her, couldn't help but swallow, she smelled so good!

"It's a habit I developed before." Ellie sat next to Pan Han, staring at the pickled vegetable and shredded pork noodles, and also salivated.

"What habit?" Pan Han was a bit puzzled.

"Back then, I often went on missions to accompany certain big bosses. Afterwards, I definitely had to clean myself." Ellie had no secrets in front of Pan Han; she answered whatever he asked without hesitation.

Pan Han thought of the movie 'Mr. & Mrs. Smith'; the female assassin's beauty and body were weapons in themselves.

Did the Knight Order raise so many beautiful women for no reason, just for looks?

"I'm sorry, I made you think of something unpleasant." Pan Han was a bit embarrassed; he really didn't mean to.

"It's alright, Boss, that was the path I chose, it has nothing to do with anyone else." Ellie gathered her wet hair, revealing half of her delicate face.

"Those damn bosses!" Pan Han cursed inwardly.