Mu Yue looked at the pile of ingredients piled up in the kitchen, and asked puzzledly, "What's the matter?"

Ling Hong saw a pile of ingredients piled together without classification, and explained, "Yes, these ingredients are from yesterday and the day before yesterday. Some ingredients are not fresh enough, so they replaced them, and these are extra. Go! Wait a minute and prepare to destroy and throw away!"

"Throw it away?" Mu Yue frowned while looking at the small pile of ingredients.

Although her request is to ensure the freshness of the ingredients, for the sake of freshness, there are many accumulations of ingredients.

Not only her medicinal restaurant, other hotels, such as supermarkets, there may be some stale ingredients that are about to expire.

"How are you going to destroy these?" Mu Yue turned around and asked in confusion.

"Throw them to the garbage dump, we can't use it anymore!" Ling Hong said, "Our medicated restaurant is still relatively good, and it can be sold out almost every time, and there are not many ingredients that come out a day!"

Mu Yue nodded lightly, and sighed lightly, "It's still a bit too wasteful!"

"Yes, but this is nothing else!" Ling Hong said helplessly again.

Mu Yue thought for a while, and said to Ling Hong, "In this way, you send all the things here to the chef school first, let the students practice their hands, and after making the things, package them and send them to the slums. !"

When Ling Hong heard Mu Yue's instructions, his face showed a surprised look, "Mu Dong, you mean, we ourselves make these stale or about to expire ingredients into meals and deliver them for free?"

"Yes!" Mu Yue nodded gently and said, "Or, you can send these things directly to the slums and ask them if they need them, and if you need them, give them directly!"

The Northern Drifters don’t want too much now.

However, there are really very few who can really achieve results in the capital.

Those who have no diploma or ability can only be at the bottom, making life difficult.

Those who think that they will have a good life when they come out of the big city, even sell their homes in their hometowns.

But I don't want to, I still can't adapt, I can only mix in the slums, life is very unsatisfactory.

Because he knew the situation of those people very well, Mu Yue wanted to give away all these things.

Throwing away is a waste of resources, a shameful waste.

When Ling Hong heard Mu Yue's arrangement, he admired Mu Yue even more.

Even he has never thought about this. He just thinks that the ones that are not new are discarded, and even their employees will not eat them.

Their own staff’s meals are also the freshest dishes. They don’t look down on these stale dishes. Even if it’s a bad life, they won’t take it back to cook their own dinner.

"Okay!" Ling Hong nodded, "I will arrange it as soon as possible!"

"There will definitely be a lot of this kind of situation in the country. I plan to have a charity fund in the city for these food problems!" Mu Yue patted the cabbage lightly with his finger, and said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ling Hong asked concerned, "What kind of charity fund?"

"Collect these extra ingredients from the market, the ingredients that are about to expire, I believe they should be happy!" Mu Yue said with a slight smile.

Ling Hong looked at Mu Yue with regret, "Mu Dong, I think you still think too much!"

"What's the matter?" Mu Yue turned to look at Ling Hong in confusion.