Entertainment Food Service Ch. 15
Chapter 15: Plan
Although the lawsuit was not over, Mo family was really relieved. Next, the news that Mo Shaoqing was admitted to the city's prestigious high schools brought a little comfort to the family.
Y City senior high school was one of the top two local high schools, including sports class, art class, music class, international class and normal liberal arts class. Mo Shaoqing has experienced the college entrance examination in his previous life. He has a good score and was not worried about not going to a prestigious university.
But the three years of high school were really hard work. This life was not where he wanted to be. He has his own plan so he doesn't want to waste a little time. He doesn't want to study those popular majors, find a job he doesn't like at all, and earn money to support himself. With his family and dependence in this life, he wanted to be more relaxed.
When filling in the application, Mo Shaoqing expressed his opinions to his parents carefully.
"Have you really decided? You will apply for the music class in the future!" Mo Shaoqing told his family what he thought. He didn't expect to get the approval of his parents at once. If Mother Mo objected, it was normal.
"But it's hard to learn music, and there's no way out. Your piano level is not first-class. It's hard to participate in international performances and become a performer. And learning piano in China is certainly not as good as abroad, but you can't get into a famous piano school like Bates!" Mother Mo was anxious. It seemed that Mo Shaoqing was ready to apply for the college entrance examination!
Mo Shaoqing appeased his anxious mother, "Yes, mom, dad, brother, I always hope to do something I like. The piano is one thing, and I want to open a restaurant." Yes, with the space, he had a vague plan in his mind. And there was room for vegetables, his restaurant would be very popular, he believed that he could make a lot of money to repay his parents and brother.
"As you can see, the economy is getting better and better. There are many foreign restaurants around us, such as KFC, Pizza Hut and McDonald's. No one used to eat them, but now they are all in line. It's enough to prove that people are more willing to spend money on food."
Looking at the thoughtful look of his family, Mo Shaoqing continued, "Besides, our family didn't go to the western restaurant for dinner before. You said that you like cream mushroom soup. Brother said that he wanted to eat pizza, but we didn't eat it. Dad also thinks he's not familiar with steak, so he must eat something else. So why can't we open a restaurant with all kinds of delicious food?
If they like Chinese food then eat Chinese food, if they like Western food then eat Western food. Don't think that Chinese food is just a small restaurant or a high-end hotel with fans blowing and only tens of yuan for three or four dishes, listening to the table next door and drinking. What I want to open is a real restaurant. No matter what they eat, they can listen to piano music and enjoy food in a clean environment."
Father and Mother Mo thought that their son was on the spur of the moment, but did not expect that he could say so many ideas. Neither of them knew what to say for a moment. "I don't think it's so unreliable. My son is very amazing. He's smart." Mother Mo's imagination had always been rich. After listened to her son's words, she inevitably had some fantasies.
"Oh, please don't forget what our purpose is." Father Mo glanced at his wife with a speechless expression and rolled his eyes.
"Shaoqing, after this incident, mom and dad know that you have grown up. What you told us that it was really thoughtful. But the music road is really hard to walk, and the restaurant is not as simple as you think. So, on weekends, dad will take you to a friend's restaurant." When Father Mo saw his son's perseverance, his wife was also persuaded, and he didn't intend to persuade him. He wanted to show him the difficulties of opening a restaurant and let him go. This was Father Mo's plan.
In the early morning of the next day, Mo Shaoqing went into the space and brought some vegetables out. He went to the market and bought some beef. Then went to the restaurant opened by his father's friend with his father.
"Let's go for a meal. What kind of food do you bring? Dad treats today!"
"What about these dishes? It's for your own use. You'll know then!" Mo Shaoqing blinked at Father Mo and spare no effort.
As the two men walked and discussed, Mo Shaoqing almost talked to Father Mo with his silver tongue. "Your mouth is getting worse, boy. No wonder your mother has been convinced by you!"
"You're not used to me!" Mo Shaoqing complained, said that Father Mo couldn't refute.
The destination was a small roadside restaurant. Father Mo explained, "Don't underestimate the taste of this restaurant." Then he gave a thumbs up. "The most important thing about a restaurant is the taste. Only the gorgeous decoration and the atmosphere, if the dishes are not delicious, the fool will spend money. Of course, in addition to the small couples who are dating, there are rich people who like to spend money. Those people won't enjoy the food."
"Lao Qin, Lao Qin, I've brought my son." He shouted several times, but no response. Father Mo mumbled a few words, directly took him to the kitchen.
Hey, oh boy, it's only eight o'clock in the morning but the kitchen was already buzzing with activity. Father Mo's eyes indicated to his son to watch. Then he went to talk with his old friend. He doesn't know what they talked about. After a while, Father Mo brought a plate of spicy fried clams.
"Come on, try what your Uncle Qin has made. Every day, he must make a special dish: stir-fried clams with scallion and ginger." Mo Shaoqing took the chopsticks and put a clam in his mouth.
The first reaction was the fresh taste of stir-fried scallion and ginger, and then the aftereffect was spicy. The clam juice is sprayed directly into the mouth, which made people unable to stop.
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