"Boss Zhang, you're back. ”

When Zhang Ping got out of Wang Biao's car, he had just approached his restaurant, when he heard a voice shouting.

Hearing the sound and looking over, Zhang Ping could easily see that there were two people standing in front of his store.

One of them is a man in his thirties, wearing a blue jacket, carrying a large bag on his back, and his whole body is neatly organized, he should be a serious worker, but this person Zhang Ping doesn't know, at least he shouldn't be a regular customer in his store.

And the other person, Zhang Ping, is very familiar, it is the shopkeeper Sun of the pharmacy, and he greeted Zhang Ping just now.

"Shopkeeper Sun, didn't I write that it won't be open this afternoon, why are you still waiting here?" Zhang Ping came to the door of the store, pointed to the leave slip posted on the door, and said with a smile: "I won't deliberately open a small stove for you just because you are waiting for me here." ”

With his understanding of Sun Kewei's shamelessness, this little old man is very likely to stalk him because of a meal, in order to prevent this from happening, Zhang Ping first cut off the other party's thoughts.

Who knew that Sun Kewei shook his head again and again after hearing this.

"No, no, I'm not waiting here to open a small stove with you. He pointed to the leave slip posted on the door and said in a puzzled tone, "This...... You wrote it?"

Because Zhang Ping was not here when he posted the leave note, he could not confirm it.

"Isn't it just a leave note? Can you still find grammatical errors on it?"

Zhang Ping was really strange, although he was just writing casually at that time, how could there be a grammar problem with such a simple sentence? And even if there were, he wouldn't be waiting here all the time, right?

"It's not about the content, it's about the words. Seeing Zhang Ping admitting and using such a careless tone, Sun Kewei almost roared out, pointed to the words on the leave slip, and said: "The words on this are iron and silver hooks, and they are a school of their own, every stroke is crisp and neat, although it is a hard pen book, but I know it slightly, this is definitely everyone's level." ”

Sun Kewei's literacy is very high, although he may not be able to play piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and tea, although he may not be able to, but his eyesight is still there, he originally came to Zhang Ping's restaurant to eat as usual, and he was attracted by the leave note on the door.

Everything else is imaginary, but the kind of domineering and artistic conception revealed by these words is difficult for top calligraphers to have.

He looked at Zhang Ping with a strange expression.

In Sun Kewei's eyes, Zhang Ping has always been a cook who cooks deliciously, but he didn't expect that this hand word is also deeply hidden, and if he doesn't make a sound, it has become a blockbuster!

"I just wrote it casually, and I'm embarrassed when you praise me. Zhang Ping tore off the leave slip, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can at the door of the restaurant.

This is the first time he has written with a signature pen, which was originally nothing, but being praised by Sun Kewei like this really made him a little embarrassed, just like when you wrote a sentence casually and was analyzed into a 3,000-word essay.

He was going to wait a while to go to the print shop opposite and print out a leave note.

"No! How can you throw away such a good ink treasure?"

After Zhang Ping threw the leave slip into the trash, a heart-wrenching voice suddenly sounded.

Zhang Ping looked over puzzled, it was the middle-aged man with a big bag on his back.

"Who is this?" Zhang Ping asked Sun Kewei.

"This is Xiao Wei, it seems to be a reporter, we also happened to meet at the door of your store, and we got to know each other. Sun Kewei shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't know very well.

"Hello, my name is Wei Ning, I talked to Mr. Sun just now, you are Boss Zhang Pingzhang, right?" Wei Ning also realized his gaffe, introduced himself, and stretched out a hand.

"Let's sit down first. Zhang Ping shook hands with him and greeted, although the restaurant was closed, it was no problem to invite them to come in and sit down.

Opening the door of the store, Sun Kewei and Wei Ning walked in, and found a place to sit down, the latter also looked at Zhang Ping's shop, and then said: "That's Boss Zhang, I'm a reporter from Wuyue Daily." He took out his business card and handed it to Zhang Ping, "I also saw some rumors about Ping An Store from the Internet, so I specially wanted to see if I could find any usable materials today." ”

After Zhang Ping took the business card, he continued: "Boss Zhang, look, can you let me take a few photos of your cooking and dishes, although there are fewer people in our Wuyue Morning Post, but once it is successfully published, it will also be a publicity for your store, isn't it?"

Now in the Internet era, the sales volume of Wuyue Morning Post has long been much worse than before, and recently Wuyue Newspaper is preparing for a major layoff, Wei Ning belongs to the kind of reporter who is not high or low, so he naturally has a sense of nervousness.

And it just so happened that he saw the information about the recently popular Ping An Restaurant on the Internet, and after understanding, he made the decision to visit, just the scale of the Ping An Restaurant and the price of the dishes, the gap between the two is a good gimmick, Wei Ning feels that the opportunity to go to the peak of his life is quietly approaching.

"But I'm not open today, and the kitchen of the shop is not allowed to outsiders. Zhang Ping said.

For Wei Ning's words, he is indeed very moved, it can increase the popularity of Ping'an Restaurant, which is beneficial and harmless to himself, but he doesn't want people to watch the process of cooking himself, because whether it is Lingmi or Golden Feather Eggs, it is not visible.

"Boss Zhang, you think this is rigid, isn't it? You have to know how to be flexible in everything, and this is not a business, it can only be regarded as an investment in your restaurant, what's wrong with a temporary fried egg fried rice?" Sun Kewei misunderstood Zhang Ping's meaning, thinking that he was just blindly abiding by the rules, so he persuaded him.

Of course, his real purpose is that if he can fry one, he can fry two, and he may be able to eat one by himself.

Wei Ning is a reporter, and he still has the ability to observe words and feelings, and seeing that Zhang Ping is not happy, a flash of inspiration soon flashed in his mind.

"Actually, Boss Zhang, I have a better idea. Wei Ning said: "Does Boss Zhang know how to write calligraphy?"

"Yes, yes, a little. Zhang Ping said modestly, in fact, his brush is still very good, at least better than the hard pen that was pasted outside the door before.

"Boss Zhang is humble. Of course Wei Ning didn't believe it, "Zhang Ban can write words like those outside the door, and the brush words will definitely not be bad." He lowered his voice, "We can first use Boss Zhang's calligraphy attainments to build momentum for the restaurant, and then promote the dishes of Boss Zhang's restaurant. ”

He looked at Zhang Ping expectantly, waiting for his answer.

Zhang Ping was pondering on the surface, but he was happy in his heart, if he could promote his store just by writing a few words, what reason did he have to refuse?

"Since you've said so, it's fine. Zhang Ping pretended to be embarrassed and said.