"This impressive, beauty, quickly tell me about this Yimeng," Li Changlin was genuinely taken aback. He had never expected even a cake shop to be this outstanding, and what was more surprising to him was that such a store, situated in a prime location, would only take three reservations per day—aren’t they pushing business away!"
It was truly baffling, just baffling!
Li Changlin admitted he was a bit confused. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t understand why the owner of the cake shop would operate .
"I think I’ve heard of Yimeng before," Little Meng Mei said as she opened her mouth, her face showing a hint of impatience.
At that moment, Zhou Ziyu, standing beside her, suddenly started clapping her hands.
"You know about it, so you tell us then," Little Meng Mei shrugged her shoulders, somewhat disregarding Zhou Ziyu’s intention.
Seeing her expression, Zhou Ziyu felt quite hurt.
However, by this time, Li Changlin had already signaled Qian Ziwei to turn the camera over.
Zhou Ziyu was now like a duck being put on stage; faced with this situation, he had no way to shirk.
After all, with Little Meng Mei also standing by, Zhou Ziyu was thinking of building a relationship with Little Meng Mei, and he could not afford to leave a bad impression on her.
So, Zhou Ziyu cleared his throat and began to explain in detail.
It turns out that Yimeng Cakes is rumored to be the crème de la crème within high society circles.
The founder of the brand seems to be surnamed Li, but no one knows his real name.
It is said that the founder of Yimeng once had a girlfriend he was very fond of, but for some unknown reason, his girlfriend left him without a word.
This life-changing event completely altered the life of Yimeng’s founder.
That day happened to be his girlfriend’s birthday, and the founder of Yimeng bought raw materials and went to his girlfriend’s place, intending to make a cake for her by hand.
However, when the founder of Yimeng arrived at his girlfriend’s place, he was greeted by an empty house.
His girlfriend had disappeared, as if into thin air, and no matter how he tried to contact her, there was no further news.
If it were not for the note his girlfriend had left on a table, the founder of Yimeng might have even called the police.
That day, the founder of Yimeng made a beautiful cake with tears in his eyes.
It was a pity that his girlfriend was not there at his side, and thus could not taste the deliciousness of the cake.
The founder of Yimeng was heartbroken. He carried the cake and left the empty house. On the road, he met someone who was in a hurry to buy a cake for his son who had miraculously woken up from a vegetative state and was constantly asking for cake.
Without much thought, after learning the whole story, the founder of Yimeng gave the cake to that man.
Little did he know, that man was a top-tier tycoon.
After his son ate the cake, his immune system was strengthened, and his body began to recover rapidly.
The doctors, surprised by the findings, nonetheless recommended the tycoon to continue buying that type of cake, and after much inquiry at great cost, he finally managed to locate the founder of Yimeng.
At that time, because of the loss of his beloved, the founder of Yimeng had already decided to leave Shanghai City, the place of his sorrows.
But learning that his cake could actually help others, he still chose to stay in Shanghai City.
Since then, a brand called Yimeng was born, and the founder of Yimeng also became one of the top tycoons.
Meanwhile, his story continued to circulate among the upper echelons of society, and his cakes had become the stuff of legend.
Later, due to the high demand for his cakes which exceeded supply, the founder of Yi Meng had no choice but to continually change the store’s rules.
Now, the rule at Yi Meng stores is that each shop only accepts reservations three months in advance, and each shop only allows for a mere three reservations per day.
"It’s already the afternoon now, if you’ve come here, I’m afraid you might not be able to make a reservation," Changlin said, somewhat shocked after hearing Zhou Ziyu’s story.
Although Ziyu hadn’t heard the price of Yi Meng cakes, Li Changlin had already guessed that these cakes must certainly be pricey.
After all, a shop that can afford to be situated on Shangjiu Road, a prime location, must not be short of money.
However, even if they aren’t short of money, it’s still somewhat unbelievable that they accept only three cake reservations per day.
Unless, of course, the price of these cakes is a figure that ordinary people could hardly afford.
Otherwise, how would Yi Meng make money, maintain its operations, and pay salaries to its employees?
This trip had truly broadened his horizons; had he not come to Huacheng, Changlin would never have encountered such an extraordinary circumstance.
However, thinking of the mere three reservation spots available each day, he found it odd why Little Meng Mei would bother to come in the afternoon.
Could it be that the business here is so poor that they couldn’t even fill three cake reservations in a whole day?
Considering the possible high price of the cakes, Li Changlin soon reassured himself, feeling that his question was superfluous.
He had a feeling that he was definitely going to be ridiculed by Little Meng Mei!
It was quite a sad realization, Changlin thought, feeling a bit hurt.
"Today is a Sunday, they don’t even operate, okay?" To Changlin’s surprise, this time Little Meng Mei didn’t ridicule him, "I’m here for tomorrow’s reservation."
"For, for tomorrow’s reservation?" Changlin was slightly taken aback, as this answer was far beyond his expectations.
Speaking of which, does queuing have to be this intense that one needs to come a day in advance? Is the store’s business really that impressive?
Changlin was a bit incredulous, but after giving it some thought, he felt it probably made sense.
After all, the cakes they make are said to enhance the human body’s immune functions.
And this, presumably, couldn’t be falsified.
Because Yi Meng currently has about 300 stores worldwide, and if their cakes didn’t have such a feature, they would probably have been taken to court by those top-tier tycoons by now!
"Yes, for tomorrow’s reservation, what else did you think?" Little Meng Mei hummed indifferently, to tell the truth, she was also feeling bored, so having someone to talk to wasn’t something she was opposed to.
Especially since she recognized Changlin and Qian Ziwei, and knew Changlin was not a bad person, so there was even less for her to worry about.
But this little brat standing next to her, seriously, what’s your deal? Always sneaking glances at me, don’t tell me you’re trying to hit on me!
Little Meng Mei was quite astute, and she guessed Zhou Ziyu’s intentions in an instant.
Nevertheless, this girl had a high emotional quotient, and though she felt somewhat disdainful, she didn’t express it wantonly.
After all, she had sneaked out alone this time and didn’t want to stir up trouble, as her assistant wasn’t by her side!