Li Chuanshui is still very accurate in seeing people, although Liu Fengzi's cooking skills are average, but his hand speed in making things is really fast, fifty wontons, it only took forty minutes from filling to production, during which he did every step of the standard and rules.

When the last wonton was formed, Li Chuanshui glanced at his watch and found that it was already time for noon dinner.

Through Xiao Jiu'er's knowledge, Li Chuanshui knows that generally speaking, the period from half past eleven to one o'clock at noon is the golden time for running a restaurant, which accounts for more than 50 percent of a hotel's sales, and the smaller the hotel, the greater the proportion of noon turnover.

As for a fly restaurant like Xiaohong's fast food restaurant, to put it bluntly, lunch income accounts for almost 80% of his income, and if this precious golden hour has no performance, it is no different from the death sentence of this restaurant.

Therefore, as soon as half past eleven o'clock, Liu Fengzi, who had packed the wontons, was anxious like ants on a hot pot, constantly wandering around the empty restaurant, and every few steps, he looked up at his watch a few times, and he looked up like a cervical spine disease.

Liu Fengzi's convulsive behavior is in stark contrast to Li Chuanshui's leisurely stroll.

While waiting, Li first steamed a bowl of wontons for himself, and while eating, he said to Liu Fengzi: "I said, can you stop walking around, this is a loss of manners, very unlike a restaurant owner, let alone a man who is about to become a millionaire."

Li Chuanshui's words made Liu Fengzi more and more anxious, and in the end, although the guy sat down according to Li Chuanshui's words, he couldn't help but mutter: "Don't talk about being a millionaire, now I can have someone to eat, and I am satisfied."

Coincidentally, just when Liu Fengzi was complaining, the people in the store suddenly heard a long-lost shout at the door.

"I mean, you do have free wontons to eat here, right?"

As the voice came, everyone sitting in the room was shocked, staring at the diner at the door with eager eyes like hungry wolves.

The man who came in, in his forties, was tall and burly in a black suit with a thick briefcase, with glasses and a shrewd philistine in his eyes behind the lenses.

It can be seen that this is a civilian or administrative worker who works in this neighborhood, and he dares to come here to eat because he can't resist the temptation to eat for free.

After the man came in, Liu Fengzi said to the man with a smile: "Brother Zhou! You're here for dinner! Sit down, what are you going to eat? ”

Listening to Liu Fengzi's question, this Brother Zhou instinctively covered the briefcase in his hand, and then said with a smile: "I just eat bowls of wontons, the kind that don't need money."

Listening to this, Li Chuanshui gave Liu Fengzi a look, and then the guy hurriedly ran to the back kitchen and started making his wontons.

Liu Fengzi left, Li Chuanshui immediately followed, and when they met, he asked Liu Fengzi: "Do you know this Brother Zhou?"

"Yes!" Liu Fengzi nodded and said: "The manager of the parking lot security company is old and rich, but he is stingy, this piece is famous for picking up, and he is a master who makes him spend five yuan for a meal, and he can feel heartache for a long time."

"Oh! This character is really suitable for being a security guard. While speaking, Li Chuanshui smiled, and Xuan'er asked again, "What about his connections?"

"The general manager of the security company, of course the connections are good!" Liu Fengzi nodded and said: "He has all the car owners in this area, especially the phone number of the little girl!"

"Oh! That's it! Li Chuanshui smiled slightly, and then he stopped talking, but pointed out every step of Liu Fengzi's wonton making, firmly grasping all the details.

Finally, a steaming bowl of wontons was served.

This bowl of wontons Li Chuanshui personally handed it to Mr. Zhou, and when the meal was served, Li Chuanshui still sprinkled a little "blood salt" into the wonton soup.

After that, all that's left is to wait.

In the excitement of eating and drinking, the miser Zhou always picked up a wonton, put it in his mouth, just chewed it, and followed ...... became a captive of this bowl of wontons.

"Suck and suck." Mr. Zhou was out of control, he only ate with his stuffy head, he ate fast and slowly, the fast is the action of pulling the wonton chop into his mouth, and the slow is the action of chewing the wonton.

From beginning to end, the eyed man was surprised and delicately savored, obviously very greedy, even shocked by such a delicacy.

The aroma of this ravioli. I'm afraid it's beyond his realization.

After a bowl of wontons, Mr. Zhou let out a sigh of relief, and then said eagerly to Liu Fengzi without even blinking: "Boss, bring me a bowl."

Looking at Mr. Zhou's anxious appearance and listening to Mr. Wu's excited voice, Liu Fengzi was naturally happy not to want it, but just as he answered and was about to make another bowl, Li Chuanshui suddenly stood in front of the hotel owner and Mr. Zhou.

Immediately after, Li Chuanshui said with unusual calmness: "I'm sorry, this free wonton, one guest, only one bowl per meal."

"What?" Mr. Zhou was stunned, and Xuan'er suddenly realized: "You business people are really shrewd, first hooked my gluttony, and then asked me for money, right?"

While speaking, Mr. Zhou made a move that made Liu Fengzi dumbfounded.

This big boss of the security company, this heartache when he eats a five-yuan meal...... It was auctioned for a hundred dollars!

Extremely eager, Mr. Zhou said: "I'll buy you a bowl for 100 quickly, okay?"

The moment Wu said that he spoke, Liu Fengzi was shocked, but Li Chuanshui was still calm.

Li Chuanshui understands the deliciousness of the Feilong wonton shop, so Mr. Zhou's shock is not unusual, but Liu Fengzi has never seen such an old man who does not hesitate to spend a hundred yuan to buy wontons, so the shock on his face is not much smaller than that of Mr. Zhou, who has tasted wontons.

Facing the hundred-yuan bill and Mr. Zhou, who was eager to eat, Liu Fengzi wanted to take the money, but Li Chuanshui was unmoved and said: "I'm sorry, the wontons at noon are for tasting, we don't sell them, you can't buy them for any money, if you want to eat, you can only wait for tomorrow or early in the afternoon."

"Huh?" When Mr. Zhou heard that he didn't sell it, he scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously and said, "This ...... Can it be accommodating? I really love it! ”

Listening to Mr. Zhou's words, Li Chuanshui pretended to think painfully for a while, and then shook his head and said, "This...... Theoretically not! But ......"

When Li Chuanshui said it slowly, the boss couldn't wait.

Mr. Zhou said anxiously: "My little ancestor! Don't talk about it, if you have any requests, just say it, I'll try to help. You're so hard to ......"

Listening to Mr. Zhou's words, Li Chuanshui felt that the time had come, so he immediately spoke: "Since your boss, you are the first guest to taste the wontons, which is commemorative, so I will give you a discount!"

Speaking of discounts, Li Chuanshui threw out the key point and said: "As long as you can pull more than ten guests to taste the free wontons, we will give you a bowl for free, how about it?"

As soon as Li Chuanshui's words were finished, Mr. Zhou slammed the table.

He got up, rushed to the door like a 100-meter sprint, and finally yelled at Li Chuanshui: "This is what you said!" I'll be there right away! No repentance......"

After Mr. Zhou left, Xiao Jiu'er in Li Chuanshui's mind immediately sighed in shock: "It's a bit despicable to control people with blood salt!"

"Yes, but I didn't interfere with his palate! I just told him to find someone. Li Chuanshui looked at the figure of Mr. Zhou who was going away quickly, recalled the deliciousness of the flying dragon wontons, and said very indifferently: "Zheng Xiaolu's wontons are really delicious, without this secret recipe, even if my blood is drained, I can't keep the guests."