Seeing Lin Ximiao's sincere face, Chu Xiangmiao believed it for the time being.

"If the banquet is not done well tomorrow, it will kill you." Chu Xiangmiao's voice was cold, and the four words that asked for your dog's life came out of his mouth, and there was always a sense of disobedience.

Lin Ximiao silently endured a smile: "Ninth Master, don't worry, I will save face for you." ”

Coming out of the main house and returning to the west wing, Lin Ximiao not only formulated the recipe, but also sifted through the papers on the table one by one.

Those who wrote that they were more lively and wanted to run the hall were sorted out and sent to Yunxiang, and when Yunxiang finished picking, he was asking if he was willing to go to the first floor to serve.

If there is a penchant for cooking, etc., they will be assigned to the kitchen, or send it to Widow Zhang first, so that she can pick it first.

Lin Ximiao plans to build two kitchens, the big kitchen is dedicated to those individual customers, and the small kitchen is only for regular customers.

As for the hall on the first floor and the head of the big kitchen, she thought about going to the ninth master to ask for one.

Sprinkle and sweep in the courtyard, receive guests in the first two courtyards, etc., all need to be arranged one by one.

The equal division was almost over, and the sky was already dark.

Looking at the first wisp of flying red in the sky, Lin Ximiao fell into deep thought, when will her dream of salted fish be realized......

[Lazy. A sentence suddenly popped up in the brain.

Accustomed to the existence of the system, Lin Ximiao didn't even bother to hum.

She's just lazy, too lazy to even quarrel.

I brewed a cup of hot tea and waited for the sun to rise.

Lin Ximiao went to the Nameless Garden again, went to Yunxiang first, and after she confirmed the staff, she went to talk to those people in turn.

After all, these girls also have their own tempers, if they are not happy to follow Yunxiang, it is not good for the two sides to fight.

To Lin Ximiao's surprise, among these girls, only one named Shengnan disagreed.

She has the best relationship with Yunxiang, and the reason for disagreeing is that she wants to be the head of the hall on the first floor.

When Lu Shengnan spoke, his eyes were full of light: "Girl, my mother said that I am no worse than those men!" I'm going to see how much better I am than them. ”

"I used to be bound by etiquette and couldn't touch men, but now that you have given me this opportunity, girl, I will cherish it."

Noticing the ambition in her eyes, Lin Ximiao pondered for a moment and responded with a smile.

The head of the hall on the first floor is considered to be settled, which will inevitably arouse the dissatisfaction of those girls.

Lin Ximiao wanted to see how this ambitious girl would go down this road.

If she can really suppress everyone and take care of the first floor, she can rely on this girl if she wants to in the future.

The rest of the people received the tasks in turn, if there were those who were unwilling to do it and didn't know what they wanted to do, Lin Ximiao arranged for them to do chores first, and waited until they found what they wanted to do.

Everything was ready, and that day, Lin Ximiao pulled Widow Zhang and the girls in the small kitchen to prepare in the kitchen all night.

Early the next morning, the major merchants who received the invitation, as well as the head snake, etc., waited at the door of the restaurant early.

Lin Ximiao took the girl again, carried the table out, and set up a flowing water mat at the door.

As for Yun Xiang, he took a group of people on the second floor to send special dishes to the wives and ladies of the officials in Huancheng.

But for a while, it was lively outside.

When Lin Ximiao returned from a busy circle, those merchants were toasting Chu Xiangmiao.

Chu Xiangmiao changed his usual upright sitting posture, leaning on the chair, half-splashing ink hair, and holding a bowl of water and wine with slender and powerful fingers.

Chic and wanton, like a prodigal son on the horizon.