Chapter 157: Saving the scene is like fighting a fire

Fortunately, the clothes prepared by Chen Kaize are all high-end goods, so he doesn't have to change his clothes when he goes home. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Sinan hurriedly rushed back to the store, today is the day when the restaurant reopens, and he can't be absent. When she saw Sinan appear, the proprietress breathed a sigh of relief: "What are you doing, I'm only here now." Sinan apologized again and again, and followed to do the finishing work before the opening.

Some of the media who have cooperated with him came to take on the role of a volunteer foreman, showing his professional face in a five-star hotel, and cooperating with cats to receive people from all walks of life; Xiaomei was busy pouring tea and water and all kinds of secret snacks in the store, and the small store was crowded and lively for a while.

Sinan became the focus, the camera and microphone were on her face, and all kinds of questions came to her, some asked what elite route she planned to take in the future, some asked what the main dish was, and some asked how much per capita consumption was...... Sinan answered them one by one, and also took the opportunity to promote his upcoming new book and the cooking program that will be broadcast on the TV station. Chen Kaize did not come to help, he said that he had an important meeting, but he didn't want to be exposed to the media, he was already famous, and if he and Sinan appeared in public as a couple, it would not be a good thing for his father-in-law's plan. He made up his mind to do his best to strive for a win-win result, not only to get what his father-in-law wanted, but also to repay him for his years of nurturing and shelter, but also to protect Sinan.

Before the meal, there was a chaotic sound of all kinds of spraying flowers, even if it was opened, a banner was pulled at the door of the small store: "Seven folds off the dishes for the reopening of the reopening", and the recipe handwritten by Sinan was on the big board. Since the Spring Festival, diners have come one after another, seeing the decoration are very disappointed, waiting for hunger marketing, until half a month ago, the door of the restaurant released the opening time of the sign, everyone then felt that there is hope, and someone inquired with the proprietress to open again, the recipes to change greatly, many of which are Sijia dishes, word of mouth, and good things have written posts on the Internet, about to try it together, so for a time the door of the small store is bustling like the train station in the Spring Festival.

The proprietress saw that this posture was a bit exaggerated, and hurriedly looked for Sinan: "What if we can't receive so many people?"

"Look at how many people, I'll go and write a few discount cards by hand, what I didn't eat this time, next time I come to get a six-fold discount. Is one cup of jujube foam paste enough for each person?"

The hostess shook her head, not enough.

"Yes, it's not enough...... Sinan scratched his head, okay, I had to send side dishes, "Xiaomei, go and take out the smallest packing boxes in the store and send them to the small kitchen." Sister Wu, you go count the heads first, I'll go write the discount card. Xiaomei and the proprietress nodded and took their orders away.

Sinan returned to his room, turned out a box of loose sandalwood cardpaper made by Japanese craftsmen left by his father, and found the inkstone and half of the ink, all of which were the relics of his father, which poured a little pure water on the inkstone and began to grind, Sinan took out a small wolf pen from the pen holder in the bookcase, dipped it in ink, and wrote it in a line of letters: "With this card, six folds." Then he took out his name badge, pressed the cinnabar clay, and printed it on the bottom.

After a while, the proprietress came back and reported that there must be about thirty people. Sinan nodded, his subordinates didn't stop, wrote forty cards in one go, handed them to the proprietress and told her: Let everyone wait, and pack them home with side dishes. The proprietress nodded and went with the card.