Chapter Thirty-Eight: Good Times Are Always Wrong

It was already prepared early in the morning, and the delicacies were placed on the table, and even Wen Qiao couldn't help but have an appetite.

Soon the dishes were ready, Zhao Qingyan picked up a piece of bacon and put it on Wen Qiao's plate, looking at him with sparkling eyes: "How about tasting this beef?" ”

Wen Qiao picked up the beef and put it in his mouth and chewed it lightly, only to feel that the beef was very tender, and the juice was delicious: "It's really good." ”

Zhao Qingyan raised her chin, and the sunlight hit her face, and under the thin curly eyelashes, it seemed that she had a pair of jewel-like eyes.

She picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup, and said in a tone with a hint of arrogance: "This is just the first taste, and I will have to try and change it again and again in the future." ”

Wen Qiao smiled: "Oh? Wouldn't that be even tastier than it is now? ”

"That's not wrong." Zhao Qingyan pursed the corners of her scarlet lips, like a looming elf in the jungle, smart and mysterious.

fell in Wen Qiao's eyes, causing the movements in his hands to suddenly stun. To be honest, after getting along with Zhao Qingyan during these days, he could feel the characteristics from her that were completely different from other women. And what surprised him was that whenever he got used to Zhao Qingyan's difference, this woman could bring him unexpected surprises.

Wen Qiao looked at Zhao Qingyan's face, lost his mind, and his thoughts had long since drifted from this table of delicious food and wine.

It seemed that this gaze was too strong, Zhao Qingyan also turned his head to look at him, and the two looked at each other, as if something was scratching Wen Qiao's heart like a cat's paw.

He hurriedly came back to his senses, and said pretendedly, "Then I will definitely come to the scene often." ”

Zhao Qingyan smiled slightly: "You're welcome." ”

The door curtain was opened, and Xiao Lan's haunting face sniffed around the room, and said with a face full of enjoyment: "What kind of smell is this?!" With such a delicacy, how can you forget me? You two are so unrighteous! ”

As he spoke, he leaned to the wine table awkwardly, stretched out his sinful hand towards the chicken leg in the center, and only then took a bite, and then reveled intoxicated: "Fragrant! I can get it so delicious in this life, and I have no regrets when I die. ”

Zhao Qingyan was both amused and helpless on the side, handed over the full tea, and kindly prompted: "Xiao Gongzi eat slowly and drink some water, otherwise it will be easy to choke." ”

Xiao Lan was already stuffed with braised prawns, Sixi balls, sweet and sour fish, etc., and her speech was unclear: "Thank you, Miss Zhao...... Cough! ”

"Nothing." Zhao Qingyan is just a little bit worthless for himself now.

In the face of Xiao Lan's intrusion, Wen Qiao's original elegance was now swept away. He leaned against the railing, and below him was the crowded street.

He looked away, trying to ignore Xiao Lan, and looked for a topic with Zhao Qingyan: "I wonder how many days Miss Zhao's restaurant will open?" ”

"One day left." Zhao Qingyan replied, she looked at Wen Qiao and quipped, "Why did Shizi suddenly ask about this?" But what's interested? ”

Wen Qiao shook his head: "This is not true. However, the day after tomorrow, when the restaurant opened, Wen just wanted to know what exquisite way to attract customers with Miss Zhao's wisdom and foresight, so that Wen could learn a thing or two. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Qingyan was also confused.

A few days ago, she had been running around for a cooking competition, and she was busy with the opening day of the restaurant, but she really hadn't thought about how to run it.

"To be honest, I haven't figured it out yet." Zhao Qingyan said bluntly.

Hearing this, Wen Qiao smiled on his back: "I didn't expect you to be worried too." But it doesn't matter, there is still one day to go, Miss Zhao think about it, I believe you will not be bad. ”

He lowered his hand and was about to take a sip of the teacup, but found that the tea that had just been filled had become empty at some point. He glanced at Xiao Lan, who was still gobbling up......

The table was originally full of food and dazzling meals, but now it is already in disarray. Xiao Lan launched the final attack with the last piece of clear water tofu, as if she was choking, and suddenly coughed violently.

Wen Qiao was afraid that he would kill him, so he hurriedly handed over a glass of water: "Why are you like you haven't seen food?" Don't let me take you out next time. ”

After Xiao Lan swallowed a few mouthfuls of water, she gradually eased: "Food is a heaven-sent treasure, how can you and other laymen understand?" ”

Zhao Qingyan couldn't help laughing beside him: "Xiao Gongzi likes it, then when the restaurant opens in the future, remember to come often." ”

"Rest assured." Xiao Lan promised, "I'll tell you...... Hiccup, I hiccup... Hiccup......"

Wen Qiao finally didn't have the eyes to look any further, so he directly covered his mouth and proposed the box.

"Miss Zhao, I think Xiao Lan should be not light, if there is nothing to do, I will take him to say goodbye first."

Zhao Qingyan sent him out: "That son should be careful all the way and take care of him." ”

Wen Qiao threw Xiao Lan to the ground: "Wen Mou acts, Miss Zhao can rest assured." ”

After saying that, he slipped away with Xiao Lan.

Zhao Qingyan watched the figures of the two disappear into the downtown area, and smiled helplessly for a moment.

When she arrived at the restaurant, she came to the counter, wrote something, and gave it to the guys in the restaurant.

"When you distribute these, remember to make sure that they are distributed before the opening the day after tomorrow."

The guy took a piece of paper in his hand and looked at the words on it with some doubts: "I don't know what this is for?"

"Naturally, it is for the great cause of opening the day after tomorrow." Zhao Qingyan analyzed: "While the afterglow of the cooking competition has not dissipated, I am also a little famous, so I will continue this matter and take the opportunity to publicize the opening of our restaurant." Wouldn't it be a waste of such a great opportunity?"

She had already had the idea of this offer, but she had never been sure whether she would implement it. But after Wen Qiao's question just now, this idea was implemented in my heart.

But as the name suggests, since it is a coupon coupon, it can't be issued too much, otherwise the thing will be reversed.

Zhao Qingyan continued: "Remember, you must tell customers that the offer is only available on the same day."

The guy listened half-confused: "Discount? Our prices are already much cheaper than other restaurants, so why do we need to discount them? If we continue to do this, won't we lose money?"

"Discounts are guaranteed to be discounts." Zhao Qingyan said: "If we leave an excellent impression in the hearts of customers at the beginning of the opening, it will definitely be beneficial to the development of our restaurant in the future." A momentary defeat is nothing, think long-term. ”

Zhao Qingyan said, suddenly paused, as if remembering something, and added: "Remember to call a few more guys, copy a few more discount coupons, and distribute them along the streets."

"You can rest assured of this." The guy said, "I'm going to ask the guy now, is there anything else you want to order?"

Zhao Qingyan searched his mind, and couldn't think of anything for the time being, so he waved his hand and let the guy go down.

The next morning, when she walked out of the restaurant, she heard a noise outside, which was not what she did.

Zhao Qingyan walked out with his forehead and asked the guy what happened.

The guy wiped the sweat from his forehead: "That's the case, after the batch of discounts was distributed yesterday, many people didn't grab it, so they wanted to come to the restaurant to try their luck."

Zhao Qingyan bypassed the guy and looked at the blocked gate, and his heart was lit up with a small sense of accomplishment.