Yuexianglou has been able to stand for so many years, and naturally there is some real kung fu.

Zong Ci learned to cook with his father when he was five years old, just after he could lift a spoon, and it took twenty or thirty years to get the essence of family heirloom cuisine.

Now, a yellow-haired girl in her twenties cooks better dishes than him, so how can he be convinced.

"That's enough, even if they get the recipe. A little girl in her twenties, the Zong family's specialty dishes are better than yours, don't you feel ashamed? ”

was drunk by his father, Zong Ci said: "Dad...... Which side are you on. ”

If the person who defeated him was Uncle Pang, Zong Ci wouldn't have said a word of.

But the person who came to set up the ring was Mu Lian, the one who was not famous at all before this year.

"Yuexianglou has been open for so many years, and it is not one dish, or two dishes, nor is it the recipe of the Zong family. Instead, we will do our best to bring you a variety of delicious food. ”

Jiang is still old and spicy, Yuexianglou was slapped in the face, Zong Ci's eyes were red, and people were on the verge of losing their minds.

The old father sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and didn't take these things to heart.

Zong Boyu is not angry, but in the current situation, it is useless to be angry.

Bazhenlou's methods are too radical, and if he does such an unjust thing, sooner or later it will cause public outrage.

Mu Lian is talented, but she is alone and has no skills, and she has opened so many extra semicolons in a row, there will always be times when she can't take care of her.

Yuexianglou has been open in the market for so many years, and it does not rely on a certain chef or a certain dish, but the support of old customers and their conscience to do business.

"But...... Shall we let them be humiliated like this? Dad, Master Hong and Master Wang have taken leave for the past few days. Before, Bazhen Lou contacted them very frequently, and I was afraid of ......"

Zong Ci still can't put his mind at ease, Master Hong and Master Wang are both like the pillars of Yuexiang Tower.

If these two masters were poached by Bazhen Tower, where would they go to find someone to top.

Zong Boyu sighed, his silver hair was shining in the light, like a snow-white pear blossom.

"Later, I will take you to the house of the two masters and pay a visit. They are all old people who have worked in Yuexiang Building for more than ten years, and we can't make people chill. ”

After all, his son is still too tender, and Zong Boyu is a little worried.

He's old here, and it's too hard to pick up a spoon, so how long can he take care of him.

This incident sounded the alarm bell for him.

Zongci must be erected so that Yuexianglou can continue to be passed on.

"Dad, I listen to you."

Zong Ci suppressed the anger in his heart and thought a little more in his heart.

Master Hong and Master Wang are both old people in the building, and they have a good relationship with the Zong family.

They will waver, it is nothing more than that the conditions of Bazhen Lou are too moving.

But as long as they don't leave Yuexiang Mansion for a day, they can't give up hope.

From Yunsheng Village to Haishi, you need to take a taxi first, and then take a high-speed rail.

Shu Ange packed up the house, completed the entrustment, carried a small suitcase, and set foot on the way back to Haishi.

The long-lost neon light illuminated Shu Ange's cheeks.

Her eyes are as bright as stars, and her round and small earlobes are as delicate and lovely as pearls.

Shu Ange brushed his hair back and beckoned to stop the taxi.

"Go to Jicheng District, Yuexiang Building."

"Okay, the girl is from Haishi, right? Yuexianglou is a time-honored brand in Jicheng District. ”

The driver is a talkative person who opens the conversation with a smile.

"Well, I grew up in Haichang."

She spoke soft and glutinous Shanghainese, and the driver was even happier to hear it.

"Speaking of Yuexianglou, alas, these two days have not been very peaceful. A new Bazhen Building has opened on the opposite side, do you know Bazhen Building? ”

The driver pressed his hands on the steering wheel and looked intently at the road ahead.

"I know some, I used to eat there when I was a kid."

"Hehe, the little girl's family is good, and the dishes in Bazhen Building are delicious. However, in the past year or so, several semicolons have been opened, and the dishes of semicolons are not very authentic. ”

"Maybe it has something to do with the unexpected death of the former chairman, I believe that after the chairman's daughter takes over Bazhen Building, Bazhen Building will regain the taste of the past."

"The little girl knows a lot, we little people, usually just want to eat a bite, I hope Bazhenlou can take more care of their feathers."

After arriving at Yuexiang Building, Shu Ange checked out and got off the bus.

She glanced back, and walked directly opposite the brightly lit Bazhen Building, the gate of Yuexiang Building without hesitation.

The fight has been going on for two days, and the atmosphere in Yuexiang Building is getting more and more sluggish.

The passenger flow has decreased, and it has also made a mess in the industry.

Not to mention the old owner and the young owner, the employees in the restaurant are also a little frustrated.

Despite their frustration, they were more enthusiastic than usual when customers came to their doors.

Shu Ange entered the door with a suitcase, and immediately a waiter greeted him warmly.

"Hello, welcome, please."

"Miss, I'll help you carry your suitcase."

"Thank you, where is your host, I want to meet Uncle Zong."

Shu Ange asked politely, and the waiter who received her was stunned.

"You're a friend of the owner?"

Yuexianglou is experiencing an unprecedented crisis, and a young girl goes to the restaurant to find the owner, which gives the waitress a sense of foreboding.

Shu Ange smiled lightly and took out a greeting post from his bag: "Help me give this greeting post to your host, and he will meet me after reading it." ”

Pang Duofu and Zong Boyu have a good relationship, but there is a big age gap between Shu Ange and Zong Ci, and the friendship can only be said to be average.

She changed her phone, and the other party's private mobile phone number was not stored in the address book.

Is there anyone still coming to the door with a prayer note this year? The waitress wondered, and smiled politely at the young girl.

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll send this post to the owner."

The old club and the young club are here, just a trip, it's nothing, in case it's an important person.

After handing over the greeting note to the hostess, Shu Ange temporarily put the suitcase at the front desk and found a chair to sit down.

After a while, the waitress came back with a smile on her face: "Miss Pang, please go upstairs." ”

The other party was willing to see him once, Shu Ange eyebrows stretched slightly, and thanked the hostess.

In the private room upstairs, Zong Ci held a greeting post in his hand, and asked his father with a straight face: "Dad, Bazhen is fighting with us in the ring, why are you receiving Pang Yudie?" ”

"People are coming, you don't have to say a word."

Zong Boyu glanced at his son, quite angry.

It's all up to this, and this stupid son still can't figure out who is a friend and who is an enemy.

Zong Ci shrunk his neck, as long as his father was there, he would always be like a teenager, only obedient.

The door of the private room was pushed open, and after the waitress sent Shu Ange in, she closed the door and left.

"Uncle Zong is good, Brother Zong is good."

Shu Ange's father and Zong Boyu had a relationship with the same generation, and she and Zong Ci became a generation.

"Hehe, what kind of wind blew the young owner of Bazhen Lou here."