stjorthotic Chapter 31 You want to package Wu Ji?
Chapter 31 You want to package Wu Ji?
As soon as Wu's restaurant opened, a red arrow appeared at the door.
An arrow extends diagonally from outside the blue fence, pointing to the new tea shop on the main road.
New store offers half-price discounts, and the second cup is only one yuan.
Construction detours make the main road more convenient.
Wu Ji's wooden signboard was blocked by blue sheet metal, and the red arrow seemed to have sealed the road's fate.
Qin Xiaowan stood on the threshold, held up her phone, and took a picture.
That one-star comment is still being suppressed in the backend.
"I've arrived at the location via navigation, but I can't see the store. It's probably closed. What a wasted trip."
She slammed her phone onto the counter.
"They rush to the entrance, then finish the job online."
Wu Ling lifted the kettle off the stove.
"She didn't go the wrong way."
Qin Xiaowan looked up.
"But the road is wrong."
The half-price loudspeaker outside blared, its cloying melody seeping into the teahouse through the fence.
Qin Xiaowan picked up the small wooden sign and put it back down.
The sign is inside the door; it's not visible from the outside.
"I don't know who I'm writing this for."
Wu Ling did not answer.
The entrance was very dusty; when the electric drill went off, the seams of the sheet metal were filled with dust, so the flatbreads couldn't be displayed outside.
He opened the small window in the back kitchen and turned the exhaust fan on low.
The heat didn't reach the main room; instead, we walked along the back wall towards the side alley.
The braising liquid in the small pot was reduced very quickly, and the three-flower tea soup masked the greasiness.
The meat is added after the guokui is flipped over; the aroma isn't overpowering, and it's still warm.
Qin Xiaowan covered half of the door curtain.
"Don't let the ash flow back in."
"Can't get in."
Wu Ling closed the first guokui (a type of flatbread).
Qin Xiaowan picked up her pen and added a line to the menu:
Guiding-the-path Guokui, with three flowers, nineteen, not for takeout.
Those who enter follow the rules, while those who haven't entered look for the door by following the smell of heat.
After 9:30, the two riders stopped their bikes outside the enclosure, looked down at their phones, and then peered into the alley following the faint smell of heat.
When he entered, the yellow helmet was still on his head and his gloves were still on.
"Is this the place? Turn right at the blue fence, and turn in when you smell the aroma of guokui (a type of flatbread)."
Qin Xiaowan replied, "That's right, sit down and eat, with the three flowers, no takeout."
The rider took off his gloves and glanced around the main room.
"Ten minutes should be enough."
"enough."
He took off his helmet and placed it face down on the chair next to him, his phone screen still lit up with the order dispatch countdown.
Qin Xiaowan pushed the teacup over.
"Take a sip first, don't rush."
The rider chuckled.
"I'm used to rushing to meet orders, so I eat quickly too."
Wu Ling placed the white porcelain plate in front of him.
The guokui (a type of flatbread) was fresh out of the oven, its edges golden brown, and steam was seeping out from the seams of the dough.
The rider took his first bite and then stopped talking.
He was about to say something when the hot braising sauce burned his tongue, so he quickly picked up the Sanhua (a type of broth) and took a sip.
As soon as the tea is pressed, the aroma of oil settles down.
"Oh, this is meant to be served with tea."
Qin Xiaowan stood behind the counter.
"It's written on the wooden sign."
"I did write it," the rider said, taking his second bite. "I didn't think much of it before."
The rider next to me glanced at the time.
"Hurry up!"
The person sitting down moved the plate aside.
"You should have one too."
"tasty?"
"That's good." He wiped his fingertips. "It's more comfortable than eating it on the roadside, and you don't get your hands all greasy."
The loudspeaker outside announced the half-price offer again.
The rider next to him glanced outside the door, then at the flatbread on the table, and finally took off his helmet.
"Then I'll sit for a bit too."
Wu Ji restaurant was not full.
However, people kept peeking out of the door.
At 11:40, the small bamboo basket was almost empty.
A man wearing a light gray shirt came from the main intersection.
The man stopped at the entrance of Wu's Restaurant, first recognizing the wooden plaque, then wiping the dust off the soles of his shoes.
"Boss Wu, have some tea, and try your new stuff today."
Wu Ling looked up.
Qin Xiaowan's pen stopped on the ledger.
The man placed his business card on the counter.
"Liang Qichuan, that tea shop on the main road, that's mine."
Qin Xiaowan did not answer.
"Your coupons have already been delivered to our door."
"What happened yesterday was due to our poor handling of the situation. I'm here today for two reasons: first, to clarify things, and second, to avoid further damage to our relationship."
Wuling Daosanhua.
Liang Qichuan scanned the QR code and sat down at a small table near the door.
He drank tea first, then took a bite of the guokui (a type of flatbread).
Wu Ling left the teapot on the table and did not leave.
Liang Qichuan took a slower bite on his second bite than on his first.
"This will keep people here."
"Teahouses are not meant for people to eat on the go."
"Then it's even more suitable as an entrance."
Wu Ling didn't reply, but poured him another half bowl of Sanhua soup.
After Liang Qichuan finished eating a small potsticker, his gaze towards Wu Ling became more serious.
"Wu Ji has no shortage of stories, but unfortunately, it's just blocked off by a fence. Regular customers have to go around it, and new customers don't come in."
Qin Xiaowan closed the account book.
"The door is right here."
Liang Qichuan took a piece of paper out of his bag.
"I can open the door for you online."
The paper reads: Wu Ji Limited-Time Collaboration.
The tea shops along the main road attract customers, and Wu Ji offers three-point storytelling and a guide-style guokui (a type of flatbread) experience.
There are also co-branded cup sleeves, route cards, and check-in slogans.
The most jarring thing is a subheading:
Bring the old teahouse into the first cup of tea for young people.
The last line reads: Wu Ji needs to provide fifty servings of Yinlu Guokui (a type of flatbread) every day.
Qin Xiaowan walked over and pressed her finger on "fifty portions".
Liang Qichuan quickly added, "The quantity is negotiable. We'll provide the personnel, packaging, and route cards; Wu Ji just needs to maintain the flavor."
"That's not the flavor you want."
Wu Ling placed the teapot steadily and then raised his hand to press down on the page.
"You need to have Wu Ji do it according to your order."
The main room fell silent for a moment.
The new customer who was just holding up his phone lowered the camera.
Liang Qichuan pushed the paper forward half an inch.
"Customers should first come to our shop to collect a coupon, and the cup sleeve will be printed with the Wu Ji route. The photo spot will be placed at your door, and the topic will be posted from our account. You can continue making guokui as usual, and tell stories as usual at 3 o'clock."
"So, if I want to come to Wu's, I have to report to your place first?"
Liang Qichuan's tone remained unchanged.
"That way the road will be smoother."
Wu Ling pushed the page back an inch in front of Liang Qichuan.
"Now that the road is clear, the door isn't on Wu's side anymore."
He turned around and took a flatbread from the basket.
"There's one guokui left today."
Liang Qichuan looked at the bamboo basket.
"I'll buy it and let the team try it out."
"No takeout of Guokui (a type of flatbread)."
"Boss Wu, that's not how business is done."
"That's how teahouses operate. Giving out coupons can bring people in, but it doesn't keep them there."
Qin Xiaowan added, "No matter how well the printing on the cup sleeve is done, it's not Wu's brand."
Reject cleanly, while maintaining a dignified appearance.
Liang Qichuan's proposed solution.
"The construction barriers won't be moved just because you follow the rules. An online entrance is something you'll have to do sooner or later, and I'm your best option."
Wu Ling said, "Wu Ji's entrance is made by Wu Ji itself."
Liang Qichuan walked to the threshold and paused for half a step.
"Then let's not leave the one-star status hanging."
he's gone.
Qin Xiaowan sat back down at the counter, puffing out her cheeks. Before she could even touch the ledger, someone appeared at the door.
The phone was still on the navigation page, and the half-price tea voucher was still in his hand.
"I really couldn't find it last time."
"If you can't find it, you can ask; leaving a star is quick enough."
The girl blushed and looked towards the door.
"I only realized the door was this way after I saw the owner leave your store. That arrow at the intersection was pointing way too clearly."
Wu Ling lifted the white cloth covering the basket.
The guokui (a type of flatbread) is still there, two small guokui side by side.
"There's just one last one left."
Qin Xiaowan wiped the small square table against the wall and placed the teacup on it.
"Sit here, finish your meal, and we'll listen to a segment at 3 PM."
The girl looked down at her watch.
2:48.
She placed the tea voucher on the table and sat down.
At three o'clock, the gavel fell.
Wu Ling only mentioned a short part about the signboard that he refused to move.
It wasn't fully explained, nor was it completely covered.
When the phrase "dust can be wiped away, but the door cannot be replaced" was mentioned, the main room fell silent for a moment.
The half of the flatbread in the girl's hand rested on the paper tray, steam still rising from it.
At 3:30, before leaving, the girl left the tasting coupon next to the teacup.
Qin Xiaowan reminded her: "Your coupon."
"I've already had tea today, so I don't need any more."
She walked to the door and stopped.
"I'll change that review right now."
Qin Xiaowan neither said yes nor no.
The girl looked down and tapped a few times on her phone.
A notification popped up in the background: The user has modified their review.
One star becomes four stars.
"A few days ago, the navigation led me to the construction site, and I couldn't find the shop, so I gave it one star. Today I found out the entrance is to the right of the blue construction fence. You have to sit down to eat the guokui (a type of flatbread) with sanhua (a type of fried dough). There's a storytelling performance at 3 pm. Don't follow the navigation straight; turn in when you smell the guokui."
A new bookmark appeared quickly in the comments section.
There were two knocks on the door.
That was a good strike.
Qin Xiaowan looked up and first saw the file bag, then Luo Qiming.
Her eyes lit up, and before she could even lock her phone, she peeked out from behind the counter.
"Teacher Luo!"
As soon as she said it, she pressed her hand down on the counter.
"No photos of the counter today."
Luo Qiming stood outside the door, the soles of his shoes dusting off the threshold.
"I won't film."
He placed the file bag on the outer edge of the counter.
"The district has organized experts to review the case, and Mr. Wu himself will be present next Tuesday."
Wu Ling was putting the teacup back onto the tray from the storytelling platform.
Upon hearing this, the teacup tapped lightly against the edge of the tray.
Luo Qiming pulled out the stamped document.
"The district has already received the three additional documents that Teacher Su requested."
The list was placed next to the notice.
"Records of accessing original local gazetteer photos, high-resolution scans of photos from the 1980s, and a diagram showing the positional relationship between the counter and the murals."
Before Qin Xiaowan's smile had completely faded, Luo Qiming turned to the second page.
"Having complete materials does not guarantee a successful conclusion. Experts don't ask about the story, they ask about the supporting materials."
Qin Xiaowan's gaze fell on Wu Ling.
"You can't go alone."
Before Wu Ling could speak, she had already picked up her phone.
"Teacher Su also had to go. She filled in the missing parts: photos, scans, location details. You talked about the teahouse, she talked about the materials."
Luo Qiming did not stop him.
"The person submitting the materials may attend; please state your name in advance."
Qin Xiaowan lowered her head to send a message.
"I'll have Teacher Su report it now."
"The project team's materials will also be on the table. I delivered them today because I was worried that there would only be their drawings and not your people."
Outside the gate, two workers carried a blue sign to the edge of the fence.
The sign wasn't fixed yet; cable ties were hanging down the back.
Qin Xiaowan looked through the door and saw the words on it.
Temporary traffic optimization diagram.
The thick blue line is drawn wide along the main road, but when you turn into Tea Horse Lane, it becomes just a thin line.
Wu Ji's location was squeezed next to the small words "Construction Area Boundary".
The breath I had just managed to exhale was suddenly caught in my throat again.
Qin Xiaowan stared at the sign.
"They changed the road first."
Luo Qiming's gaze lingered on the sign for a moment, then he flipped the receipt to the last page, tucked the pen between the pages, and pushed it in front of Wu Ling.
"So it's better to deliver it today than tomorrow."
Wu Ling took over the pen.
The signature/receipt field is empty.
He wrote: Wu's Teahouse, Wuling.
The outer cable ties were tightened, and the blue warning sign was affixed to the fence with a snap.
Qin Xiaowan looked at the thin line.
"If you hang up this picture, people won't be able to find the door tomorrow."
Luo Qiming put away the receipt page and closed the document bag.
"Next Tuesday, I'll say what I want to say at the meeting."
Qin Xiaowan's phone vibrated.
Su Wangqing replied with two words.
Reported.