Chapter 2: You Don't Know Me?

"Hello and welcome!"

"Yes, we can do it at any time, you can order food. ”

Wang Bao first greeted politely, then took out the menu and handed it to the woman sitting at the two-person table in front of the bar.

The menus in Wang Bao's store are all carefully made by him. The pictures above are all dishes made by him, and then the photos he took by himself, after retouching the pictures on the computer, he printed them out with a printer, pressed the plastic shell, and then bound them. The whole menu looks simple, but when you open the menu and look at the dishes inside, it's tempting.

The prices of the food in his shop are not inexpensive, but slightly higher than the food stalls, and since the house is his own, he earns a lot of money.

The woman looked at the menu, but she hadn't chosen the dishes for a long time, so Wang Bao was not in a hurry.

At this time, the woman asked, "Boss, do you make all the dishes on this menu?" ”

"Yes, the dishes on this are all photos taken by myself after I finished making them myself, so I guarantee that the dishes you order are the same as the ones above. Wang Bao replied with a smile.

"Oh oh, you're so good, I don't know how to cook. She looked through the menu very carefully, and looked at each dish for a short time, as if she could see the flowers.

Wang Bao saw that she couldn't finish reading for a while, so he returned to the bar and continued to settle accounts.

This month, the turnover of his store is about 20,000 yuan, most of which are takeaway orders, and a small part is sold in the store. Not counting the rent, the profit is about 65%, which means that his monthly income is 123,000. But he was too tired to cook hundreds of dishes a day, so Wang Bao wondered if he would invite someone. Spending 3,000 yuan a month and finding a helper, although he earns less, it can be much easier.

Just when Wang Bao was pondering whether to invite someone, the woman began to order, she held up the menu and said, "Boss, order!"

"Oh, okay, you say, what do you want to eat?" Wang Bao was stunned and came out of the bar with a small notebook for memorizing dishes.

"This mushu egg looks good, let's have one. The woman said, pointing to the photo on the menu.

"Okay, I've made a note, a Mushu egg. Wang Bao wrote Mushu eggs in the cookbook, and then asked, "Do you want anything else?"

"Well, of course, bring me another stir-fried vermicelli with parsley, a meat steak eggplant, a stewed chicken nugget with enoki mushrooms, and a stir-fried shredded bamboo shoots. Okay, that's all, boss, hurry up, I'm starving. She closed the menu and told Wang Bao to serve the food quickly.

"Beauty, can I ask, are you eating alone?" Wang Bao asked after memorizing the menu.

"Yes, I eat alone. She replied in the affirmative.

Today, Zhang Zichen went back to school to see the teacher, so she didn't bring an assistant or any outsiders, only she came to school by herself. After watching the teacher, she wanted to walk around the school food court and miss the feeling when she was in school.

I didn't expect to walk to the door of Wang Bao's restaurant, I was a little hungry, this shop looks good, so I came in to see if I could eat something, after all, it was afternoon, and it was already past the meal.

"That beauty, that's the case, the amount of dishes in this restaurant is not small, in fact, ordinary people can't finish two dishes. So if you're alone, there's no need to order so many dishes, and if you can't finish it, you'll waste it. Wang Bao kindly reminded her not to waste things.

The chef's greatest wish is to watch the guests finish their own dishes.

"Oh, what, boss, are you still afraid that the guests will order more dishes? Isn't it true that the more you order, the more money you make?" Zhang Zichen asked curiously.

"Of course, the more vegetables I sell, the more I earn, but we can't waste it, after all, diligence and thrift are the glorious traditions of our Chinese nation, and the country doesn't also advocate the elimination of waste?" Wang Bao didn't want to explain, but in order not to spoil things, he still said patiently.

"Yes, it seems that you are a thrifty man and a kind man. But it doesn't matter, I won't waste it, I'll take the rest of the food and take it away and keep it for the evening. "Zhang Zichenjue's boss is not bad, and he is very considerate of customers.

"Well, if you want. Do you have any taboos? No, are you? Okay, wait a minute, the food will be ready soon. Wang Bao poured her a glass of boiled water, and then went to the kitchen to cook.

Zhang Zichen looked at the layout and decoration of the store, and felt that it was not bad, clean and tidy. The seats are made of logs, which are similar to the color of the walls, so that the room is more spacious. And the tables are not all the same height, but are arranged in a staggered manner, giving people a sense of openness and making people feel less crowded.

The bar counter is made of eye-catching red, which is supposed to symbolize good fortune. What caught her attention was that on the wall inside the bar, there was a guitar hanging for decoration, or if the boss usually played it himself.

She felt that she was in the store and there should be no possibility of being discovered, so she took off her sunglasses and revealed a pair of beautiful big eyes.

Zhang Zichen leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, a pair of small feet swaying leisurely, humming a pleasant tune in his mouth, waiting for the dishes to come up.

In about ten minutes, Wang Bao made two dishes, he brought them out on a square plate, and reported the name of the dish when he served the dishes: "Stir-fried bamboo shoots, mushu eggs, you use them first, and the rest of the dishes will take longer." And what staple food do you eat, rice or noodles?"

"Bring me a small bowl of rice, the rest of the dishes are not in a hurry, I can eat them, and the rest can be packed and taken away." ”

When Wang Bao turned around and walked into the back kitchen again, Zhang Zichen touched his face and muttered to himself: "Didn't he recognize me? Or have I gained weight recently? But there shouldn't be such a big change, right?"

Shaking her head, she pulled out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick cage. After tearing off the package, I saw that it was bamboo chopsticks, and the quality was very good.

Break the chopsticks, polish the chopsticks twice, pick up a few crystal clear bamboo shoots, first look carefully, then smell again, and finally put them in your mouth and chew gently.

A crisp and refreshing flavor fills the entire mouth, which is moderately salty and refreshing. Zhang Zichen nodded lightly, feeling very good, he didn't expect that in such a small shop, the food was so delicious.

She swallowed the shredded bamboo shoots, took a sip of warm boiled water, removed the taste in her mouth, and picked up a chopstick mushu egg. The mushu eggs made by this boss look different from other places, in addition to fungus, cucumbers, eggs, and carrots. And it looks like a little tomato sauce should have been added, and the eggs look smoother and tenderer.

It is indeed different from the practice in other places, the mushu egg with tomato sauce has a faint sweet tomato fragrance, and the egg is chewed in the mouth, which is also very tender and refreshing, and it is a good dish to eat.

Zhang Zichen ate the dishes beautifully, and thought happily in her heart, this small shop can be patronized again in the future, the dishes here are very suitable for her taste.

While she was eating, Wang Bao came out with a small bowl of rice, put it in front of her, and then asked, "Is the dish still to your taste?" ”

"Very nice, good tasty, nothing to ask for for for the moment, thank you for the food, owner. Zhang Zichen squinted his eyes and said to Wang Bao.

"Alright, what's the order, press the button on the wall, and I'll come out. Wang Bao turned around and walked into the kitchen again.

At this time, Zhang Zichen found that there was a button on the wall of each table, which should be used to notify the boss in the kitchen.

She resisted the urge to press it, took a small bite of the rice with her chopsticks, and slowly tasted the food.

Wang Bao watched the stews in the back kitchen and packed the prepared dishes in a convenient lunch box.

He always felt that this woman was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he should not know it. Shaking his head, he felt that it should be someone he knew from his predecessor, maybe he wasn't very familiar, so he wasn't impressed, and there didn't seem to be this person in the memory left by his predecessor.

When the dishes were ready, he took the lunch box with the dishes in a bag and carried them to the front.

"Beauty, the dishes are ready, I will also pack them for you, you can take them directly when you leave. Wang Bao put the bag on her table, and then wanted to turn around and go back to the bar.

"That, don't you know me?" Zhang Zichen really couldn't hold back, how to say that she is also a well-known first-line star, a big beauty. But from the eyes of this boss, she didn't see any surprise, excitement, and a sense of luck when she met a big beauty star.

This hurt her, and she felt that she was not well-known enough, so she was cheeky and couldn't help but ask.

"What?" Wang Bao asked strangely.

"I said, don't you know me?" Zhang Zichen looked forward to it, and couldn't stop shouting in his heart: "Say it quickly, say it quickly, you just recognized me, and then excitedly asked me for an autograph. ”

But she was doomed to be disappointed, Wang Bao asked with a little doubt: "I, should, know you?"

"It's over, is it really an acquaintance? It won't be exposed, right? Do you want to silence it?" After Wang Bao asked, he couldn't help but think crankily in his heart.

Looking at Wang Bao's expression, Zhang Zichen was sure that he really didn't know himself. Doesn't he go online? Don't he watch TV dramas? Don't he watch movies? He doesn't watch any of this, doesn't he even watch commercials?

She felt incomprehensible that as a young man, and she opened a store near the film academy, she didn't know her Zhang Zichen.

"If you take a closer look, do you really not know each other?" Zhang Zichen still had a trace of expectation in his heart.

"It's over, it's really an acquaintance, what should I do? It seems that I can only use the acting skills that I have practiced for more than ten years. Wang Bao felt the pill.

"Ah, hahaha, it turned out to be you! How could I not know you, I was just joking just now, you didn't expect it, right? I haven't seen you for so long, where have you been recently?" Wang Bao pretended to be very familiar, like the scene of old friends meeting each other.

Zhang Zichen looked at Wang Bao's strange behavior and felt that something was wrong, so he opened his mouth to confirm: "Do you really know me?"