Jiang Zebei asked Chen Qishan with a smile, "Why haven't I heard this saying, who said it?" ”

Chen Qishan put on a pig's head mask, pointed at him, and said, "I, I am the one who created this colloquialism." ”

After saying that, he left with a smile.

Zhu Ziyue picked out his mask, and when he took out the silver to pay, the vendor smiled and said that he couldn't find it.

Seeing this, Jiang Zebei took out fifteen pieces of money from his arms, put it on the mask stall, and left with Zhu Ziyue.

Zhu Ziyue chose a horse-headed mask.

Three teenagers, wearing their own masks, walked on the bustling and bustling streets.

They didn't know that this was getting closer and closer to the Fugui Restaurant.

There is a dog blood, and it is getting closer and closer to them.

……

Chen Mengtian and Chen Baojie, who were sitting in the Fugui Restaurant, finally waited for their dishes.

Plates of green vegetables were served by the guys.

The dishes are all fried and old, and the best time to get out of the pot has been lost.

There are also a few meaty dishes, but they really don't seem to be appetizing.

The name of the restaurant sounds good, but the dishes here are really not good.

There are ** dishes when they come up, Chen Mengtian and Chen Baojie did not move their chopsticks, and it was difficult to swallow.

This dish is 108,000 miles away from the food they saw in the small stall outside the Fugui Restaurant before.

The dish doesn't seem to have an appetite, it's just that the taste is there, and there is no hope of grain that people want to eat.

"Guest officer, your dishes are ready, please use them slowly."

The middle-aged man came to the table of the two, wiped the sweat from his head, and opened his mouth with a smile on his face.

His arrival made Chen Mengtian and Chen Baojie smell a smell.

It is the taste that only people who have been stir-frying in the kitchen for a long time.

The messy smell of the dish makes people smell bad.

Chen Mengtian looked at the middle-aged man in front of him seriously, especially the cloth towel on his shoulder, and asked out loud, "Are you the chef of this restaurant?" ”

In a word, the middle-aged man's face changed.

Soon the smile on his face disappeared.

"Hehe......" He smiled awkwardly, his eyes a little evasive.

Seeing his strange embarrassed appearance, Chen Mengtian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Could it be that you are the owner of this restaurant?" ”

"Smack!"

Chen Baojie, who was tasting the dishes, was full of disgust, and when he heard Chen Mengtian's words, the chopsticks in his hand fell on the table with a click.

He stared at the middle-aged man incredulously, his face full of disbelief and surprise.

The middle-aged man smiled, "The contemptible person is the owner of this rich building." ”

Chen Mengtian showed an expression that was really like this.

The embarrassment on his face just now, as well as the embarrassed dodge in his eyes, is not the look that a person who works for a restaurant should have.

"Why don't you sit down and talk?" Chen Mengtian proposed.

The middle-aged man sat down and wiped the sweat from his face with the cloth towel on his shoulder.

After some conversation, Chen Mengtian finally knew why this rich restaurant was so deserted.

To say, there are many nobles in Luoyang City, and there are countless businessmen and rich people who come and go from the south to the north.

As the largest restaurant in Luoyang City, Fuguilou should not be so deserted.

To say, this rich restaurant used to have a prosperous business.

More than ten years ago, this rich building was a place that only nobles and wealthy people could patronize, and the business was called a boom.

Nowadays, not to mention the noble and the rich, even ordinary people are reluctant to step in.

Just because, when the business of Nirvana Restaurant was at its best, the chef ran away and went out to set up his own business.