Super Zoo

Chapter 243 Hong Family Cuisine (Four Updates, Please Subscribe)

Jiangjin City, Hong Cai Catering Services Co., Ltd.

The "Mr. Hong," Hong Bo, who had negotiated with Mr. Wu for an investment attraction project, was now sitting behind the spacious desk in the general manager's office, his educated and refined face overcome with weariness. He stared blankly at the large banner on the wall that read "Delicacies Passed Through Generations."

That piece of calligraphy had been written personally by an old leader who had been friends with the Jiang Family since the founding of the catering company.

Thanks to the good relationship with that old leader at the time, and Hong Bo's business tactics, the Hong Family Cuisine had been thriving in those years. The banner was treated like a treasured talisman, hung in the most conspicuous place in the downstairs hall.

Back then, Hong Bo was full of ambition, even considering opening franchised chain stores and aiming to take Hong Family Cuisine public within ten years.

But unforeseen circumstances often arise. With the nationwide series of anti-corruption campaigns and the prohibition of using public funds for extravagant meals, high-end restaurants like Hong Family Cuisine, that catered to the luxury market, suffered a massive blow, and their business increasingly declined. When that old leader was placed under investigation for disciplinary violations, Hong Family Cuisine became even less frequented. Previous regular contacts and customers who once frequented the place, now all shunned it, not daring to patronize it any longer. The banner that read "Delicacies Passed Through Generations" had long been taken down from the hall and hung in Hong Bo's own office instead.

Hong Bo had thought several times about disposing of the banner, which might bring misfortune. Still, he couldn't quite bear to do so. On one hand, Hong Bo was actually quite sentimental. Although the old leader had violated national laws and regulations, he had a good personal relationship with the Hong Family for several generations. Deep down, Hong Bo disliked the coldness that often followed hardships.

But more importantly, every time he saw that banner, Hong Bo would be reminded of the glory of his ancestors.

The words "Delicacies" didn't need explanation. Although Hong Family Cuisine served high-end dishes that ordinary people couldn't afford, the cooking skills warranted the exorbitant prices. The real significance lay in the words "Passed Through Generations." Stay tuned to empire

The earliest ancestor of the Hong Family, who had come from the Han Army Banner, once held the deputy position in the imperial tea and food service, bestowed with the sixth-rank official hat. His skills in preparing hilsa herring were unparalleled, earning him the nickname "King of Hilsa Herring," and he was renowned in his time.

Over the next two hundred years, the Hong Family produced generation after generation of famous chefs. Almost every generation had someone who held an important position in the imperial tea and food bureau, giving rise to legendary figures like "Barbecue King," "Stir-Fry King," "Stewing King," and countless others. After more than a dozen generations, the Hong Family could be said to have mastered the cuisine of both the southern and northern parts of Huaxia, with all sorts of cooking techniques being top-notch.

By the time of Hong Bo's grandfather and father, dramatic changes had taken place across the land of Huaxia. The prosperity of the Hong Family had waned, and the skills passed down by their ancestors had mostly been lost.

After Hong Feifei entered, she casually took off her chef's hat, letting her black hair fall loosely, walked behind her father's chair, and began to gently knead his shoulders, speaking softly, "Dad, you're worrying about the loan again, aren't you?"

"Yeah, it's true, you know how tough things are at home right now. Girl, I won't hide it from you, we might have to brace ourselves for bankruptcy, I've let you down," Hong Bo said, his hand patting his daughter's back.

Yet Hong Feifei simply smiled faintly, "Dad, why speak of letting each other down between father and daughter? If it comes to it, we can just go back to setting up a street stall like when I was a kid, right? With the family's handed-down skills, could we really starve to death?"

"I just don't want you to suffer, my girl. At your age, which is like a flower's, you should be enjoying life," Hong Bo said.

Hong Feifei chuckled, "Dad, you don't understand me. As long as I can cook and create delicious food, that's the greatest enjoyment for me."

"You always say pleasant things to put my mind at ease," Hong Bo turned his head to look at his daughter, managing a forced smile. "Let's talk about something happier. How's your personal situation lately? You're not getting any younger, you should consider it seriously. As a woman, you're eventually going to marry a man, aren't you?"

Upon hearing the words 'marry a man,' Hong Feifei's face clearly changed, but it wasn't the bashfulness of a girl or the aversion of being pressured into marriage—it was more of a startled panic.

"Dad, can we not talk about this?" Hong Feifei's expression turned a shade colder.

Thinking of his daughter's lifelong issues was a source of endless worry for Hong Bo, even more so than the bank loan, but he truly didn't know what to say and could only sigh as usual, "Ah, you."

Just then, the office phone rang. Hong Bo picked up and heard a familiar voice on the other end.

"Hello? Oh, Mr. Wu, hello, hello... What? The farm project is off? Why! ... Oh... All right, I understand..."

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