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Chapter 190

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"Burp"

After licking the last mouthful, Qian Minghui reluctantly put down the plate and spoon that were as clean as new. He looked at his watch and found that it was not time yet, so he stared at the two small boxes.

The temperature of one small box was 15 degrees Celsius, and the temperature of the other was 20 degrees Celsius. Although the dishes were different and the temperature was different, the experiment could not be finished in one go. Therefore, what he did today was only what he did today. He would do new experiments in the evening, so it was not a big problem.

The biggest problem was that the experiment was not finished yet. He could only look at the small boxes and recall the taste of the dishes he had eaten before, constantly swallowing his saliva.

Later, probably because he had been staring at them for a long time, he still felt that every second was like a year, so Qian Minghui simply recited the talking skills again. As long as he worked hard enough, even an iron pestle could be ground into a needle. He had always believed that the failure of the predecessors was mostly caused by inadequate preparation. He felt that adequate preparation was the first condition for success.

And he persisted in this way. In fact, if it was in other places, Qian Minghui's idea would not be a problem at all. On the contrary, not only would it not be a problem, but it should have an 80-90% success rate. However, it was unknown if it was in Yuan Zhou. After all, Yuan Zhou was not a person who could be judged by common sense.

The only thing he could do was to prepare as much as possible to increase the success rate.

"Tick, tick"

The hour, minute, and second hands seemed to be walking on Qian Minghui's heart. Before he had eaten the delicacies made by Yuan Zhou, Qian Minghui could still recite the talking skills at ease. But now, the delicacies were placed at the side, constantly reminding him of their existence. Even if he could not smell the taste, he could imagine the delicacies just because he had eaten them before. Naturally, he felt even more uncomfortable.

Previously, the memorization skills that he had tried every time were also clumsy. He had to look at his watch from time to time for fear of missing the time. As for whether he was afraid of failing the experiment or not being able to eat the delicacies in time, only God knew and Qian Minghui himself knew.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp"

A subtle sound was heard. Qian Minghui, who was sitting unsteadily like a stool with nails, immediately sat up straight. His sitting posture was as obedient as a primary school student. It made people feel that the person who was squirming like a flea was definitely an illusion.

After sitting down, Qian Minghui quickly took out a clean notebook with a brown cover and a pen from his briefcase. After setting them up, he reached out and took out the first dish, the Hibiscus Chicken. It had been forty minutes since he put the dish into the fridge.

When the dish was taken out, it was still steaming. It didn't look any different, but Qian Minghui, who was holding a magnifying glass in one hand, found some subtle differences. The hibiscus flowers, which were originally in different postures, had some softness that was invisible to the naked eye. It wasn't very obvious, but he could still see it with a magnifying glass.

"This should be negligible. Anyway, it can't be seen with the naked eye. However, the results of the experiments still need to be recorded."

Qian Minghui said as he carefully wrote and drew on the notebook. He recorded all the results he had just observed in the notebook, and then began to taste it.

Of course, Qian Minghui had made sufficient preparations. However, sometimes, innate conditions determined some things. For example, his tongue was just an ordinary tongue. Although it might be a little more sensitive than the average person, it was still limited.

Therefore, when the fresh and fragrant chicken slices entered his mouth, Qian Minghui didn't find any difference from the previous ones. He could use tools such as magnifying glass to help him discover the shape of the dish, but he could only rely on his own tongue to detect the taste. It was helpless if he didn't discover the difference.

These were all the results of the experiments. Qian Minghui directly recorded everything in detail. He couldn't taste too many differences, but at least he could record all of them. That might be useful.

Lunchtime passed slowly in the process of Qian Minghui recording the dishes one by one. When he put down the pen, it didn't take long for the opening time to end. It was almost the same time as he had estimated.

That was to say, no diners really noticed that Qian Minghui hadn't come out since he went in. Otherwise, some people would really feel that they should talk to him about life.

At the beginning of dinner time, Qian Minghui came again. His experiment still needed to be done one more time. He was still in the middle of the second echelon. This time, he wasn't as lucky as before. There were no seats at the bar, so he had to share a table with others. It was a table for two, which was considered to be a small number of people.

Even so, Qian Minghui didn't give up doing the experiment. However, because there were other people at the same table, he still enjoyed the feeling of being watched by others even though he had changed a few times.

When Qian Minghui recorded all the experiment results in the evening, it was basically the end of dinner time. His performance also made Yuan Zhou feel that his guess was correct. He was here to help Xin Kui test the new invention.

When Qian Minghui took advantage of the time when Yuan Zhou finished preparing the pub and asked Mao Ye to deliver the food to the customers, Qian Minghui was a little confused. After all, he didn't seem to be able to help Yuan Zhou with testing the new product.

"Hello, Head Chef Yuan. It's our first time meeting. Please excuse me for disturbing you. I am the person-in-charge of Swift Express. Our aim is to reach home as fast as lightning. Although we only have slightly more than ten people, I believe that we will be able to develop to a considerable extent very soon," Qian Minghui introduced himself in great detail.

But when Yuan Zhou heard about the express delivery, the first thing that came to his mind was takeout. Qian Minghui's following words also confirmed Yuan Zhou's guess.

"Head Chef Yuan, currently, our restaurant doesn't offer takeout. I heard that it's because we can't guarantee the temperature of the dishes during the transportation process, causing the temperature to drop and the taste of the dishes to drop. That's why we don't offer takeout. But our Swift Express and Xin Kui have invented a thermostatic preservation box that can guarantee the temperature of the dishes during the transportation process. Moreover, the food will be delivered to the customers as fast as possible. Our reputation is absolutely guaranteed. Xiong Nengxiong can testify to this."

The reason why Qian Minghui came to Yuan Zhou and even looked for Xin Kui in advance was because of the inspiration he found when he was in contact with Xiong Nengxiong.

With Yuan Zhou as his backing, Xiong Nengxiong's business was definitely doing very well. In just a short period of time, with the help of Jiang Changxi and the others, this naughty kid was no longer the naughty kid he used to be. He could be considered a small successful person.

Although he was still young, Qian Minghui didn't think it was embarrassing to learn from Xiong Nengxiong.

Hearing this, Yuan Zhou finally understood the function of the small box.

"Little comrade system, look, someone is actually trying to steal your job," Yuan Zhou muttered in his heart.

Actually, the inability to guarantee the taste of the food wasn't the main reason. After all, the food box provided by the system had the function of keeping the food fresh. The main reason was that there was only one Yuan Zhou and he couldn't split himself up.

But he didn't know if the black technology of the system could be compared to Xin Kui's unconstrained imagination. This was a problem.



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