Chapter 12: Old Neighbors
The beggar didn't enter the store, which made Zhao Haipeng a little disappointed, but Xiao was like this, he still turned around and comforted me: "This...... It's okay, I'm looking for the reason to see if it's Wu ......"
Just when Zhao Haipeng wanted to say something comforting, I suddenly saw the beggar outside the glass window actually going and returning, he looked at my shop through the window, and finally made eye contact with me. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
Seeing that I was there, the beggar smiled at me as if he had seen some relative, and then stretched out his hand and wiped it on the door of my shop with a dirty rag, and while wiping, he shouted at us: "New store opening! Wishing you prosperity! Wishing you prosperity!"
The beggar's congratulation is the most graceful voice I have ever heard in the past few days.
Blade Spirit...... Suppressed the resentment of the dead!
In the astonished eyes of the beggar, the two of us rushed out one by one, grabbed the beggar's shoulder, and dragged him into the hotel.
I was so happy that I laughed at the beggar and said, "Oh, I'm looking forward to you coming, sit down, you want money, don't you want money?"
The beggar was a little hairy by me, and it took a long time for him to tremble and say, "No...... Big brother, I don't lie to you, I'm just hungry, I want some money, buy pancakes to eat, and make your store dirty, you ...... Don't beat me!"
Listening to the beggar's words, Zhao Haipeng immediately nodded and said: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, we have Tai'an pancakes in Dongshan, miso pancakes in the Northeast, Huaiyang glutinous rice pancakes, what do you want, I and the cook will make you a set one by one, if you feel like eating dry, I am making you a cup of mullet eggs and dried sea cucumber scallops three fresh soup to ensure that you drink comfortably!"
As he spoke, Zhao Haipeng hurriedly ran to the kitchen in the basement, and I did everything to press the beggar who wanted to escape into the stool, and at the same time rushed at the sleepy-eyed Zhao Shuihe, Zhang Asi ordered: "Get up!
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In this way, my second store, Luweiju, opened in an extremely difficult way, so on the first day of business, my customers also saw a strange phenomenon.
A beggar, eating six sets of pancakes with a big bowl of mullet eggs and sea cucumber soup, the restaurant owner and his buddies were not only annoyed, but they were still accompanying the smiling face, lest he run away......
That day, I opened my business and made a gross profit of 800 yuan.
For the first time in so many days, this is the first time I have made real money, although it is small, but it is enough for all of us to be happy and spend the same.
After all, this is the beginning of the transfer, and since then, we have really stabilized and started a three-year tug-of-war with Wu Demon Lao!
In the days to come, the sword spirit suppressed my storefront and brought this Black Tiger Street shop back to life, where six unjust ghosts were buried.
Besides, our team is very "good", not only the abbot of Lu cuisine like Zhao Haipeng, but also the Huaiyang chef like Zhao Shuihe, so I still have confidence in the future business and confidence in my own life.
With a good cook, in addition to treating people with sincerity, there will naturally be a better source of customers.
As for the sword spirit I "recovered", what practical benefits did she bring me, and I am not afraid of your jokes, this little goblin named Zhushi really has no practical benefits other than helping me calm my grievances.
Apart from...... A little!
Ever since the offering of Shangzhu poems, I have occasionally heard a "rustling" sound in my head that resembles radio FM, which I didn't understand at first, but Zhao later told me that it was probably because she saw something delicious in the kitchen and wanted me to be filial and respectful.
In addition, it seems that the knife spirit bamboo poem and the chicken master have become good friends, because I always see the chicken master out of the stroll, love to go to the basement to the shrine dedicated to the kitchen knife "coo", the fifteenth night of the first day of the new year sometimes sleep, I occasionally dream that the little ghost of the bamboo poem is holding the chicken master, watching the full moon singing.
Of course, she sang some Gusu soft love songs, probably learned in Qinglou when she was alive, and I was in a dream, I really don't know what she was thinking, or what she wanted to express through those lingering and slightly sad tones.
recruited this sword spirit as a "little brother", although there are these troubles, but people help me suppress my grievances, it is enough credit, if it weren't for her, I wouldn't be able to spend that busy and peaceful time every day.
After more than half a month, the dishes made by our store are full of authenticity, although it is still a relatively low-end route, but it has gradually gained some reputation, and most importantly, I have regular customers and old customers.
And among these regulars, the one I am most familiar with and the most frequent to come to is the owner of the antique shop next door to my hotel.
After a few contacts, I knew that the boss who gave me a flower basket on the first day of opening was surnamed Tong, whose ancestral home was in the Northeast, and the owner of Heihu Street respected him as the shopkeeper Tong.
The shopkeeper Tong is about fifty years old, with a white beard and short hair, looking like a white hedgehog on his head, he is very enthusiastic, and he can't see the market energy that antique dealers should have.
Tong shopkeeper kind, bold, and can't stand me every other three forks to send some Zhao Shuihe made mille-feuille oil cake for him to eat, three times five divided by two, he has become one of the frequent customers in my restaurant, every day at noon must come to me to eat, occasionally bring business friends to come over to negotiate.
Later, with the gradual deepening of contact, the shopkeeper Tong gradually told me some unknown "secrets" and "past" under the ground of our hotel.
And to my surprise, his background is still very related to the small western-style building of my hotel.
Ju Tong shopkeeper said that his family used to be in the Northeast, and his ancestors also worked as bandits, and then the 918 Incident fell in the Northeast, his grandfather sent his family out of the Northeast, joined the Anti-Japanese Federation alone, and the blood-stained territory, Tong Shopkeeper and his father were wandering, fled to the northern border of Lubei and took root, and gradually started to make a living in an antique shop for decades.
Now, the shopkeeper Tong has inherited the business of his father's generation, and continues to operate his ancestral property on Heihu Street, according to him, our store used to belong to his family, but later because of poor management, in addition to the impact of the ten years of catastrophe, only a third of it was sold to the name of my landlord, Mrs. Gao.
After saying this at the dinner table, Shopkeeper Tong suddenly lowered his voice.
He looked at the diners around him and said in a low voice to me: "I said Brother Huo Xian, I have eaten the mille-feuille cake of the water lotus sister for so long, and I am a little careless, so there are some things, I feel that it is better to tell you, if my brother has something wrong, don't take it to heart!"
Looking at the shopkeeper Tong's nervous and serious appearance, I can't guess what he wants to say, but I want to use the experience of the shopkeeper Tong to say such a thing, it is not sensational.
So, I hurriedly refilled a glass of wine and asked the shopkeeper: "If you have something to say, we are neighbors and old customers, but it doesn't hurt to say it." ”
The shopkeeper Tong got my words, and then told me with confidence: "Brother Huo, since you moved into the store on Black Tiger Street, this store has ...... Haven't you ever encountered anything unclean?"
I was stunned when I heard this, and I took it for granted that he was talking about the six "regulars" in my basement.