To be a restaurant owner, with a mouth, and to be a chef with a heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And my mouth was honed in my five-year career as a boss, and I have the ability to thin the mud.

With my mouth, I quickly resolved the embarrassment between reporter Cai and the owner of the baked cake stall, and then followed Cai okra and interviewed several booths, during which I immediately found a very clear truth that Zhao Haipeng said.

That is, the stalls that often sell well and shout loudly are very down-to-earth.

Along the way, I saw a lot of stalls, but all of them were in the same situation as Zhao Haipeng said, all of them were salty noodles with soup or pickles, and served to the guests who tasted them.

The collocation is reasonable, and with some promotional pictures that are in the heart, it can really have a very good effect, while the stalls that mainly promote pure noodles and desserts like water lotus are often not very good.

Immediately, I was deeply aware that the stall had suffered a big loss in the style of food it was selling because of my own marketing mistakes, and that if it wanted to regain its reputation before the official start of the game at noon tomorrow, I would have to think of some additional means.

This means...... Ba Miaoer can provide me with some.

In anticipation, I held back, looked at my watch from time to time, and when the time came to half past five, which I was looking forward to, I hurriedly called Ba Miao'er.

Almost without waiting for a second, Chen Bamiao immediately answered the phone.

She said to me a little grumblingly, "Oh, you finally called me?" I thought you forgot about me?"

"I have sold my body, how dare I!? How can I say that we are also the people who have signed the deed of sale...... I laughed, and then begged Chen Bamiao to help my "brother" again, let her come to my stall, say a few good words according to my plan, and drive some popularity.

On the other side of the phone, after a slight silence, Chen Bamiao finally agreed to my plea.

The big beauty who spoke with sugar silk half complained: "That...... Okay, I'll save you for my sister's sake, but the next time you see me, don't hide and hide, am I a tiger?"

"Don't worry!" I hurriedly said: "The villain has changed his past mistakes this time, and when he sees you, he promises to rush up twenty meters away to greet him." ”

"Hehe, I can't see it, your mouth is quite sweet! It's pretty much the same! Wait, I'll come over. ”

After speaking, Chen Bamiao hung up the phone.

After the call with her, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and sighed heartfelt...... Can my mouth not be sweet? Now we are left with this mouth, and even my life is not my own......

Although I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, I still shook my spirits when I returned to my booth with Cai Okra.

At this time, there was not even a sparrow on the ground in front of our exhibition booth, which was particularly desolate and ridiculous.

Correspondingly, the hotel booths in the two booths next to me were very hot.

Although the exhibition ended on the first day, there are still many two families of donkey donkeys who sold donkey oil and were slapped in the face by water lotus, especially the store of the multi-mouthed donkey, which lined up because of the good Yimeng pancake stall.

In the smell of green onions, the multi-mouthed donkey looked at us who didn't even have a bird in front of the door, and the pleasure of revenge on his expression came spontaneously.

In the "pride", he even made a half-measured cheek wrapped in medical gauze, and said to the guy next to him in a "spicy" tone: "Do you see it......?

Before the mouthy donkey's words were finished, our Zhao Shuihe's eyes that were originally looking down at the mobile phone suddenly widened, and two lightning-like "essences" were released!

After seeing it, the mouthy donkey immediately became dumbfounded, and I was afraid that the situation would further expand, so I quickly dodged and crossed between the mouthy donkey and the water lotus.

I hurriedly smiled and told Shui He before the outbreak: "I said girl, my brother just counted it for you, the noble person in your life is about to appear, and when the time comes, the position of the first chef on Black Tiger Street belongs to you, as for those little people, let them pass away with the wind!"

"Bah!" Shui Lotus poured his anger on me, and said with a look of disbelief: "What noble?

Hey, when the boss is scolded by his own cook, it is really a loss of power and humiliation of the country, but for the sake of internal unity and the development of the store, this is all forbearance.

Moreover, after many years of operation of the small industrial hotel, I have deeply realized that people are such things, and they can endure it...... Just get used to it.

However, just when I was between the water lotus and the mouthy donkey, and I was a little started to get used to it, we finally saw our big savior from afar, Miss Chen Bamiao came!

This Ba Miao'er, followed by two subordinates, slowly walked to our booth, smiled when he saw me, and then turned his head and asked Zhao Shuihe: "Sister, I heard that you have Huaiyang's pastries here, right?"

When I looked up, I saw that Ba Miaoer had no thick makeup on her face, wearing a bright red dress that was cut over her knees, holding a small fashion bag in her hand, a large V-neck on her chest, and high heels like a crane's beak.

Yan'er is not vulgar, charming but not arrogant, Ruili is not dazzling...... Chen Bamiao, with the title of the first beauty in the catering industry in northern Lubei.

But even so, this Chen Bamiao is too fashionable, and her figure is tall, so as soon as she appeared, the atmosphere of the scene immediately changed!

A touch of red blows the four seats, and the trees full of jackdaws turn into shock!

Chen Bamiao, who stood out from the crowd, was like a bomb, which immediately stunned everyone present, and everyone even talked and muttered.

Such a big beauty, why don't you want those hot and lively stalls of dim sum, but you have to find my stall and ask Zhao Shuihe, this little pepper, what pastries to eat?

No one except me knew that this was a deliberate arrangement, so everyone present all stared at this graceful woman, hoping to see what she meant.

Chen Bamiao's words made Shui He also very inexplicable, but she looked at me and the beautiful woman in front of her, and seemed to understand something.

After that, Shui He didn't ask much.

She nodded, turned around, and heated the oil cake, cut the ling, and put it on a plate.

The work was neat, and the oil cake flowing with live sugar arrived in front of Ba Miaoer's eyes.

At this time, I looked at my watch, and the time was around 5:30, an hour or two before most people had dinner, which was the time when people were hungry but didn't really want to eat.

According to Lao Zhao's theory, I have long deduced that it should be a better time to serve dim sum at this time.

In fact, all these arrangements I have made are a "beauty plan", and I let the ungrounded dim sum of the water lotus be tasted by the right people at the right time, in the right place, and should be able to redeem the reputation that our store has just lost.

And this correct person is naturally her eight-sided and exquisite first chef in northern Lubei, fake Rui Mujun, really Chen Bamiao.