Chapter Forty-Eight: The Money of the Seven Houses

Han Yuyao calculated the money and food on hand in Xia Qifang: "Yun Feng, the money on hand in our Qifang is removed and handed over to the clan, and we can still insist on losing money for half a month." ”

She didn't talk nonsense, this was the biggest support for Yun Feng.

Yun Feng looked confidently at the gradually growing crowd on the first floor of Saifan Building with a smile on his face and said, "Don't worry, when it comes to doing business, people in this world are my opponents." ”

During the Northern Song Dynasty of the Dakang Dynasty and the previous life, it was a time when commerce was developed, and the restrictions on merchants were the most tolerant among all dynasties.

With a restaurant like Saifan Lou on hand, Yun Feng was confident that he would make this business a huge business.

Han Yuyao nodded silently: "I believe in you!" ”

The support of this one person is sufficient.

The two of them quietly returned to the second floor, Yun Feng went to find the two sons of the Kuai family and the Luo family to toast, and Han Yuyao wanted to go back to greet her girlfriends, and the guests on the second floor had naturally already sat down and started to taste the deliciousness.

The main hall of the downstairs hall is already full, and there are usually more than a dozen tables in the front door, and the middle stage is surrounded by a fence around the surrounding space, with a total of more than 40 tables around.

Now it has also been seated eighty percent, there is no shortage of people in Xiangzhou City who love to join in the fun, and there is no shortage of merchants who pass by from other places.

However, after Yun Feng toasted, most of these people were caravans brought by the Sailong Pavilion, and they slowly filled the room.

Men who looked like bandits took up more positions.

"What kind of dish is this Dongpo meat, and what is the dish of Dongpo elbow?" The Sailong Pavilion at the main table asked the running hall when the brothers were about to arrive.

Although he was young, he was a clever man.

He frothed in accordance with the instructions of his shopkeeper: "This Dongpo meat and Dongpo elbow are naturally from the Dongpo monks of our Dakang Dynasty. ”

Sailong Pavilion waved his hand: "Our brothers have a piece of Dongpo meat and Dongpo elbow on each table, although we children of the rivers and lakes don't understand the poetry and articles of scholars, but this is stained with the immortal meat of Dongpo monks, it is really to taste." ”

The running hall praised it: "The guest officer is really bold enough." ”

Then the words changed: "It's a pity that there are only sixteen Dongpo elbows prepared by our Saifan Building, and the front legs of boars of more than 300 catties are used for cooking, which is really rare." ”

Sailong Pavilion frowned: "Is there really only so much?" ”

Running the hall was pitiful and tears were about to come out: "Guest officer, forgive me, we have collected more than 300 catties of fat pigs near Xiangzhou, and the next time we want to find this big boar, I am afraid it will be a few months later." ”

Sai Longting stretched out his hand: "It's all over, how many elbows will I have for a while, and the brothers will eat and drink well together." ”

Running Hall hurriedly went to the back kitchen to arrange, and by the way, asked the other running halls to rearrange the table together.

Yun Feng came down at this time, looking at these running halls, especially the running hall called Ma Fei, and was already thinking about how to keep people.

On the other side, the expressions of several people in Babaolou were much more solemn.

Watching the young man in front of him quickly finish eating the steamed lamb on the table, and then scooping the steamed minced meat with a spoon, Liang Yuanzhong felt bad.

He frowned and scolded: "Okay, don't eat it." ”

At the sound of an order, a few guys who came with him reluctantly put down their chopsticks and looked at the steamed lamb on the table.

The dishes on the plate were gone, not even the soup was left, and there was only a little bit of the crumbs of minced meat.

Liang Yuanzhong asked a few guys: "This dish is so delicious?" Delicious better than I made? ”

He deliberately emphasized "I".

Several guys glanced at each other and didn't dare to say a word.

Looking at the guy's reaction, Liang Yuanzhong knew that there was a big problem.

The reason why their Babaolou business is so good, he Liang Yuanzhong contributed the most, and the cooking skills of the chefs who came out of Fan Lou were carefully trained.

Without more than ten years of craftsmanship, it is difficult to become a chef in Fan Lou.

But now, in terms of taste, he Liang Yuanzhong actually lost.

Looking at the little bit of vegetable soup left, Liang Yuanzhong picked up the head of his chopsticks and dipped them gently, and then put them in his mouth.

The next second, his eyes were staring at each other, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Sai Fan Lou used a condiment that he didn't know.

"Smack!" Liang Yuanzhong slapped the table: "Little Er!" ”

Ma Fei, who was running the hall, had just finished setting the table, and immediately walked over with a smile and asked, "Guest officer, what are your orders?" ”

"Call your chef!" He didn't talk much nonsense.

Ma Fei asked, "Is our food not delicious?" ”

Liang Yuanzhong shook his head: "The dish is delicious." ”

Ma Fei continued to ask: "Is our food not clean?" ”

Liang Yuanzhong shook his head: "Clean it, there is no dirt." ”

Ma Fei's face changed: "In that case, then why are you looking for our chef." ”

Liang Yuanzhong finally counted: "I want to see what kind of character can make such a dish." ”

Ma Fei said: "Our shopkeeper said that the chef can make an appointment when he is not busy, but our chef is very busy now. ”

Liang Yuanzhong touched the ash on his nose, but still didn't give up: "Where is your head chef, come out!" Why haven't we had all the dishes yet! ”

Ma Fei didn't have to answer this time, there were too many people, so naturally the food was served slowly, one dish was finished, and the second dish didn't come up, which was indeed a bit excessive.

However, everyone present knew that it was specifically for a few of them, and the dishes of the other guests were already on the table.

Dongpo pork and Dongpo elbow and most of the dishes have already been done, and the final steps can be served, and the Dongpo meat and Dongpo elbow are even warm all the time, and they can be served directly on the plate.

But Liang Yuanzhong in front of him was pretending to be confused, and Sai Fanlou really wanted to grit his teeth and admit it.

Ma Fei saw that the situation in front of him was about to get out of control, and a few guys next to him were obviously about to make a move.

At this moment, I heard a gritty and rough voice: "Who is looking for me?" What's the matter? ”

Ban Fu's figure appeared, his hands were tied with bandages at this time, and he was wearing a long shirt to cover his hands, and the other injuries on his body were easy to cover, but he was starved out of shape in the prison for three years, and even if he slowly tonic, he couldn't recover his strong figure.

Slowly walking out of the back kitchen, Ban Fu walked in front of Liang Yuanzhong and looked at the chef of Babaolou in front of him: "They are all old friends, why be aggressive, it's not easy for people to run the hall." ”

Liang Yuanzhong stared at the man in front of him and gritted his teeth and said, "Ban Fu, I should have guessed that it was you a long time ago, but I don't know how you can still cook?" ”

Hearing this, Ban Fu's eyes were suddenly full of killing intent.

Obviously, Liang Yuanzhong knew the whole thing, and his Ban Fu's hands might even be crippled by Liang Yuanzhong.

That's the guy he eats, and he's been able to do it all his life.