Chapter Seventy-Six: The Hunt

These looks are always those literati who have never seen them.

How could those literati not love these tables, chairs, and teacups that are like exquisite handicrafts?

Although there is no such thing as a patent in this era, Rong Ruofeng never expected how much profit these crafts could bring her, but she underestimated those literati.

These days, once a prince of a family has taken a fancy to some of the handicrafts in her shop, but thinks that the materials are not good enough, he goes to the manager of the restaurant and asks if he can sell this style to him, and he takes it and makes it again.

The person in charge of the restaurant is just a person in charge after all. Even from an outsider's point of view, they know that he is not the real boss.

Therefore, as soon as the steward heard someone ask like this, he hurriedly took the handicrafts to the restaurant to ask Rong Ruofeng.

Rong Ruofeng was teaching the cooks in the back kitchen to make some new dishes, and when he saw the steward running over in a hurry, he hurriedly asked him what was wrong.

The one in charge was so happy that he was almost speechless with excitement.

"Madam, there was a boy downstairs who asked you if you liked this style, but he felt that the material was not good enough after all, so he wanted to find this sample from you, and he would give you some money."

When Rong Ruofeng heard the steward say this, she was stunned for a while, she didn't expect that people in ancient times would have such advanced thinking.

The steward saw that Rong Ruofeng was speechless in surprise, thinking that she was unwilling, so he hurriedly persuaded him: "Madam, why is it that he is also a son-in-law, I think he will definitely give you a lot of money." That's a great thing! That boy is really authentic, I didn't expect it, it's just looking for a sample, and he even wants to give us money, I think Mrs. is really going to make a fortune! ”

Rong Ruofeng nodded: "You can arrange these things, if there is such a thing in the future, you don't have to report it to me, just look at the arrangement." ”

The steward knew that this was Rong Ruofeng's trust in him, and after receiving the errand, he happily went downstairs.

With such a precedent, the other sons and brothers who took a fancy to other handicrafts in the restaurant would also go to the shopkeeper one by one to register, and would pay a certain amount of money.

When Ling Shuang saw such a scene, she felt incredible for a while, and she really guessed it right in the first place.

She said that her wife could make a lot of money just by drawing some patterns.

But later, the lady didn't do this, but just put the handicrafts made of those patterns in the restaurant, and she felt pity in her heart at that time.

After all, the things are there, and anyone who sees them can imitate them, where else can her wife make money?

But she didn't expect that these literati who came to the restaurant were so well-behaved, and they didn't do anything beyond the bounds, which was really gratifying.

Ling Shuang thought like this, watching Xiao Er next to him shuttling back and forth, constantly serving food to the guests at the table downstairs, not to mention how happy she was.

She originally thought that there was only one possibility in life, but then she was hunted down and killed everywhere, and finally she was forced to become a slave. I thought there would be no hope for her life anymore.

But since she met her wife, she felt like she had been born again. It's as if what happened when he was hunted down was already a lifetime ago.

When Ling Shuang was standing there alone and sighing, she suddenly saw an old man in his fifties and sixties, wearing a long black hat, walking in obscenely.

Usually there are guests who come here to eat like him. This is just a restaurant, is it necessary to be obscene here?

Unless there is only one possibility, that is, the guest is not here to eat, but must be here to do something else.

But what is it? Is it here to find someone?

Ling Shuang felt that this person was a little bored for a while, but the restaurant was too busy for a while, and she didn't have time to take care of this person, so she didn't look at him carefully.

But after a while, his eyes were drawn to that person again.

The man ordered a large table full of dishes, and looked at the dishes critically, not knowing what to do.

Originally, Ling Shuang thought that he was probably here to look for someone, after all, it was the season of scientific research again, maybe it was the son of a family who was disobedient to discipline, but he came to this restaurant to eat food when he should be studying?

In this way, the lady of the family sent this old man to arrest him.

But now, Ling Shuang doesn't look like it.

If he really came to arrest people, then it would be better to arrest people, so why order such a big table of dishes?

"Xiao Er, your dish doesn't look fresh!" The old man suddenly spoke in a loud voice.

Xiao Er heard what the old man said, and hurriedly ran over, looking at the old man with low eyebrows: "Guest officer, this is obviously because you used chopsticks to break it, you have made it this color, it really doesn't look fresh." ”

"But this is definitely not the problem of the food in our restaurant, we use the dishes we bought on the day every day in the restaurant, and we will never cook with the dishes of the first day. If you don't believe it, ask the other guests why they eat fresh food, but you eat not fresh? ”

Xiao Er is just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, in the end, he is young and vigorous, seeing that this old man is obviously looking for trouble, he naturally will not tolerate it.

But when the old man heard what Xiao Er said, he was willing, and for a while, his voice became louder.

He got up from his stool and used his chopsticks to pick up the dish in his hand, which had obviously been discolored by him.

"Let's see, is this a fresh dish? It's all rotten like this, just now this little two said, you eat all fresh dishes, only the dishes I eat are not fresh, then I want to ask, why do you give others fresh dishes, but give me not fresh dishes? Do you have any opinions about me? ”

The old man said that the beard was almost up, and it was obvious that he was not lightly angry.

The guests who were eating next to them didn't know what was going on, and they all pointed at each other.

Xiao Er is young in the end, and when he saw the old man making trouble in the restaurant, he didn't know what to do for a while.

He looked at him with a look of embarrassment, hoping that someone would come to his aid.

Ling Shuang happened to see this scene, she didn't say a word, walked down the stairs, walked calmly to the old man, and stared carefully at the dishes in his bowl.

The dishes in the bowl are fresh in color and have not been spoiled by him.

Ling Shuang sneered, picked up another pair of chopsticks and picked up the dishes in the bowl, and showed them to the surrounding people: "Let's see if the dishes in this bowl are fresh or not." I just casually pinched it with chopsticks, and if everyone still doesn't think it's fresh, I can hold this bowl of dishes for everyone to see one by one. ”

As she spoke, Ling Shuang really picked up the dish and showed it to the people around her.

The people around looked at the dishes in the bowl, fresh and shiny, and nodded one by one: "This person is looking for trouble, girl, don't pay attention to him, we all know that your dishes are fresh, even if we don't look at this bowl, we know, after all, we have been eating here for a while, which day is not fresh?" ”

The old man didn't expect this group of people to defend Ling Shuang, originally at the beginning, he thought that as long as he said that the dishes in this bowl were problematic, other people might follow him to coax, after all, the people who came to eat were very worried about the freshness of the dishes, but he didn't expect this restaurant to be so popular, and he was a little confused for a while, and he didn't know what to do.

But since he had come to this tavern, how could he be willing in his heart if he didn't make a little trouble?

Thinking like this, the old man snatched the vegetable bowl from Ling Shuang's hand, since he had already thought about it, he would make trouble here, then he would definitely not give up, and there must be another trick left.