The July sky was cloudless, with only a fireball hanging high.

There is no trace of pedestrians in the ordinary crowded market, and it is already sweaty just to sit, how can people be willing to go out, and it is naturally difficult to see a single figure.

At this time, a restaurant called the 'first floor' was also deserted, and I saw a woman dressed in blue Luo Qun sitting on the threshold outside the kitchen, with a bun hanging on her head, pinned with a simple but chic emerald green hairpin, her face was not powdered, but the big smart eyes were already fascinating.

This woman is the proprietress of this restaurant, Zuo Xiangling, who has become famous after only half a year of opening, and has become the largest restaurant in Jingzhou City early.

It's just that, this proprietress closed the entire restaurant half a month ago, this reason, it was just that the proprietress Zuo Xiangling was going to study new dishes, although everyone was sad because there was no such delicious food, but they were also very supportive, after all, the food after waiting was more delicious.

The real reason is that Zuo Xiangling can no longer make a normal dish, what is abnormal, originally, she relied on the golden finger she crossed over, and made dishes with special effects that ordinary people can't do, which is why she can do this in such a short period of time, these effects include but are not limited to healing and replenishing the body, beauty and beauty.

After the news spread that a sixty-year-old lady could become a sixteen-year-old girl overnight after eating her food, the first floor was full of people, and the diners who came and went couldn't get rid of it, and there were not a few people who queued up all night to eat a table of food.

Half a month ago, Zuo Xiangling suddenly found that there seemed to be something wrong with her golden finger, but what happened later told her that it was not only as simple as a problem, but it was fundamentally counterproductive.

"Boss, there are guests in the front hall, and I want to eat the dishes you cooked, I guess I heard about the terrible dishes you made before."

Before Xiao Erfangzi arrived, the voice came directly from the front lobby to the ears of Zuo Xiangling in the back kitchen.

At the beginning, Zuo Xiangling would say a few words, but after finding that it was useless, Zuo Xiangling didn't bother to care about him. No matter what, Fang Zishi is eloquent and can help her earn money, and nothing else matters.

"You just drive people away, and you still bother me with this little thing?!"

After sighing for the last breath, Zuo Xiangling slowly got up from the threshold, turned around and glanced at Fang Zishi, who seemed to be a little afraid of her anger.

The crooked head made people see it, and they couldn't even break it back for her.

Fang Zishi also saw the glory and decadence of his boss during this time, but he didn't know how to comfort him with few books, so he had to be careful in everything and try his best to satisfy Zuo Xiangling.

"Tell me, what kind of amazing character is it that makes you rush like this?"

Zuo Xiangling glanced at Fang Zishi with resentment, and saw that Fang Zishi was in a cold sweat on his forehead, God knows how he has spent the past month.

Zuo Xiangling has always loved money like her life, and now she has lost so much money all of a sudden, she must be uncomfortable, and she is so angry that it is estimated that even the most ferocious tigress on the street will be afraid of her.

"That...... I see that the identity of the people in the front hall is not simple, either a rich businessman from other places or an official family, I think, or the boss will just make a dish and send people away. ”

Fang Zishi paid attention to the changes in Zuo Xiangling's face, and cautiously tried to discuss, the restaurant has been in a state of deficit recently, he felt that if Zuo Xiangling didn't make a move, the restaurant would collapse sooner or later, after all, the reasons for this are really complicated.

"You see, you don't know what the identity of the person is, if it's really someone we can't afford to mess with, and something happens to us when we eat, we don't want this restaurant, don't do it, at least there is room for things, we still have a place to live."

Zuo Xiangling's eyes narrowed, and his apricot eyes suddenly became a little narrower, which was even more incomprehensible, Fang Zishi lowered his eyes and thought about it, it seemed that it really seemed to be the same thing, Zuo Xiangling still had how much money he had left, but this restaurant was still there, and he still had a place to live.

A few breaths of time passed, Zuo Xiangling saw that Fang Zishi still looked thoughtful, so she decisively withdrew her gaze, turned around and returned to the threshold, she can only talk less and move less now, so that she will not be hungry so fast, and she can eat less, so that she can spend a little less money.

Every breath she takes now smells of money, and she has to cherish it and enjoy it.

"Okay." Seeing that Zuo Xiangling had returned to that decadent appearance, Fang Zishi's interest suddenly fell to the bottom, and people who didn't know thought that he was carrying a burden of hundreds of catties on his shoulders.

Zuo Xiangling always saw her eyes fall on her hands on her knees, it has been almost a month, if she still can't even make a normal dish, I'm afraid she will turn the restaurant into a grocery store.

When the feeling of integrity and sadness was vigorous, there was a lot of movement in the lobby, she had never liked to be interrupted by others, not to mention that her whole person was in a haze during this time, and now she was finally sad for a while, but she was interrupted by someone, which can make her hold back from getting angry.

"Fangzi! If you still want to live well, don't ......"

Fang Zi is Zuo Xiangling's nickname for Fang Zishi, because it is more pleasant to call it than the name.

Before the words were finished, a big man appeared in front of him, how big is it? She stands in front of others, and she is only as long as their legs.

The oncoming sense of oppression made Zuo Xiangling subconsciously swallow two mouthfuls of saliva, and was slightly stunned for two seconds before she reacted to look at other people's faces.

I saw that this person had a square head, and Zuo Xiangling felt that this head might have a fight with the jewelry box on her stage, but it was not this that was scary, but the criss-crossing scars on his face, which were already indescribable, and he was an outlaw alive.

Seeing that the man had already approached him, a fierce light burst out in his eyes, not like he was here to eat, but more like a killer who came to take someone's life.

Just when the distance between the two was decreasing, Zuo Xiangling's subconscious was no longer running away, because she would definitely not be able to run away, so she reacted very quickly and pulled out the largest kitchen knife on her waist.

Her kitchen knives are all dressed in special leather suits, usually hung around the waist, in order to be convenient when cooking, twenty-three large and small shapes and sizes, around the waist layer upon layer hung over most of the waist.