In that time and space, Shandong cuisine was able to emerge in the eight major cuisines in two hundred years and gained the lead by similar means.

The Shandong cuisine chef who was in Beijing at that time, Qingyishui came from the Weihai area of ​​Yantai. They dried the sea intestines and ground them into powder as MSG to enhance the flavor of other dishes. They immediately compared other dishes.

The extremely fresh powder made by Zhao Hao also has the same effect. The gourmets who have not been spoiled by various rich seasonings and additives in later generations really enjoyed a refreshing taste bud bombardment.

On that day, eight meat, four vegetables and twelve hot dishes were served. Each dish was a dish that gourmets were used to eating. However, the delicious food was made in the restaurant, but the taste was amazing and unforgettable!

Coupled with Ma Xianglan's piano sound, this is the most enjoyable thing.

By the end of the praise, everyone was already exhausted, leaving only the word "fresh" to repeat.

Even vegetarian dishes such as fried with dried wormwood are fresh, so people can't even eat chopsticks.

Only then did they realize that the name "weijixian" is not a boast of the store, but a true portrayal.

"'The taste is over the 12th floor of Jiangnan', I think this is so humble." The diners held their stomachs and savored the unprecedented delicious experience, and all spontaneously praised the store.

"Yes, no restaurant can match..."

"Only one can eat this delicious meal in this life without regrets!"

"Then don't come again, let's take a seat when you are free!"

"No, I want to often book a private room here, and eat it for the New Year first!"

Speaking of this, diners looked at the shopkeeper Fang and said, "Shopkeeper, how much does this table cost?"

"Today's opening, you can just enjoy the guests, and you don't have to pay the bill." Manager Fang replied with a smile.

At this moment, he was not worried at all and had no repeat customers.

"Ah haha, I made it." Although the diners were not short of money, they were still very happy and asked, "What about tonight?"

"Sorry, the customer, the food was not prepared for the first day, and it was closed today." Shopkeeper Fang smiled bitterly. Of course, this is what the boss means. If you open a business and reward guests, you will naturally achieve the effect. The table of wine and food is the hard-earned money of the boss...

"What about tomorrow?" the diners asked again.

"It will be open for normal business tomorrow. There are five taels in a table in the lobby, and there are four private rooms upstairs, and ten taels in a table." Manager Fang said loudly.

This price almost scared Yu Jiachang and Gao Laohan to the bottom of the counter.

I heard from my boss that I wanted to book a table of five taels, but they thought it was a joke. I didn’t expect it to be true, and it was the price in the lobby downstairs!

The upstairs room is actually twice as expensive! The two old men thought to themselves, who would spend a full ten taels of silver to run to Caijia Lane to have a banquet? Are you crazy?

Unexpectedly, the diners said indifferently: "The price is quite fair."

"I'll book a private room for one month first!" Someone immediately took out a ticket of 300 taels.

"Sorry, this guest official, whether it is a private room or a lobby, it will be a day for my store, and I will not accept long packages." The shopkeeper Fang looked at the tickets at that time, swallowed secretly, and honestly explained as the boss's instructions: "This is to allow more diners to enjoy the delicious food in our store."

"Oh, it's really a matter of quotation..." The diner put away the ticket in frustration.

However, others took out silver and ordered ten tables of meals for noon and evening.

The rest of the diners who had not booked no longer worked and yelled around Manager Fang, insisting that he beg for two days.

They also surrounded Zhao Shouzheng, and they were very stanced to not give up if they didn't agree.

Fortunately, Old Man Gao was smart and ran upstairs to ask the boss, and came back to mutter to Zhao Shouzheng.

Zhao Shouzheng announced as his old boss that he could order tables three days in advance.

In a blink of an eye, all the tables for three days were booked, and all the money was paid in advance.

Now each person can order at least one table, and then everyone left with satisfaction.

These gourmets were not promising yet and asked the guys to pack the cold dishes while discussing how to eat with each other so that they could have a few more meals.

After Xuelang and the diners walked clean, Zhao Hao came down from the upstairs.

Seeing Zhao Hao going downstairs and putting the seven-stringed zither into the zither bag, Ma Xianglan stood up and said goodbye slowly.

"Gao Wu, call a car to take Miss Ma back." Zhao Hao ordered Gao Wu.

"Don't bother, my coachman is waiting outside." Ma Xianglan held Qin and raised a blessing to Zhao Haofu.

When he arrived at the door, Fang heard Zhao Hao remind him: "It's not necessary to be so early tomorrow, you can arrive before noon..."

Ma Xianglan nodded slightly and turned around and went out.

A simple carriage was parked in the alley of Zhao Hao's house.

Seeing Ma Xianglan coming, the old coachman and maid quickly stood up to greet him.

The maid took the Qin and helped Ma Xianglan get on the car. The old coachman urged Daqingma to leave Caijia Lane and slowly headed south.

On the carriage, the maid pouted and said, "Girl, I'll just be here once today, right?"

"You can come later tomorrow." When there were no outsiders, Ma Xianglan was also as elegant as orchid, without any breath of fireworks. "I said, you don't have to follow."

"Of course, where is the girl going, where is the servant going." The maid hurriedly expressed her loyalty, but she couldn't help but say depressedly: "Girl, what method did that person do to you?"

"He didn't cast a spell, I voluntarily." Ma Xianglan took out the neatly folded letter paper from the sachet, and read it carefully again in the slightly bumpy carriage.

"A leaf of orchid and a arrow of flowers, who is lonely and cares about being alone? Since it was written into silver paper, I am not afraid of wind, cold and rain and slanting..."

As she read, she became a little confused again, holding the poem in her arms, and murmured: "This poem is like a popping out of my heart, every word and sentence telling my heart..."

"A rare confidant in life said that he asked me to play the piano, and even if he went through fire and water, what's wrong?"

"So that's it..." The maid suddenly realized that it was the boy named Zhao who impressed his girl with poetry.

But she looked at Zhao Hao from afar in the morning and couldn't help but sigh: "It's just that this confidant is a little younger."

"Don't talk nonsense, what a noble character of Mr. Zhao?" Ma Xianglan remembered the poem that Xue Lang read today, and couldn't help but sigh: "He doesn't want to accept me as a disciple. The so-called confidant is just my wishful thinking..."

"Ah snee..."

In the elegant room of the second floor, Zhao Hao suddenly sneezes.

Seeing Ma Xianglan's carriage driving far away, he couldn't help but secretly scold himself for being more and more shameless, and actually used the poem Ma Xianglan wrote ten years later to impress Ma Xianglan himself.

Is there anyone who can't be beaten?

I just don't know how long this effect will last.

Forget it, just use it every day for nothing... If she helps for a month, Wei Jixian will completely open up the situation in Nanjing.

If you give her a wonderful lyrics, you will be considered as if you are not in vain.

When Mr. Zhao thought about it, he felt at ease to taste the purple bamboo shoots given by Xuelang.

Try it, this tea is indeed the best way to soak it in spring water.

In order to start a shot today, Zhao Hao ordered the shopkeeper Fang to travel around Jinling and purchased the top-notch ingredients. Even the water used for making tea and soup was brought from Pearl Spring across the river.

At this time, the shopkeeper Fang knocked on the door and came in, handing the account book to Zhao Hao with a happy face. His excited voice changed:

"The boss, I collected 420 taels of cash today, and I will pay back the money in one day!"

As he spoke, Fang De's tears kept flowing. He had been feeling unreal for a while, and he was always worried that he would suddenly wake up, everything would turn into a bubble, and he would go back to the day when he would sell breakfast at the bridgehead.

It was not until just now that he looked at the cash on the counter that he finally realized that he had finally gotten rid of the nightmare and welcomed a new life!

Zhao Hao took out a handkerchief and handed it to him, patted Fang De on the shoulder, and smiled slightly, "Where is this? Do it well, and good days are still coming!"

"Yes." Fang Zhangguin said with great emphasis: "Mr. Fang's life will be sold to the owner!"

ps. Please recommend votes~ The third issue of the prize-winning Q&A was revealed. It was written by Ma Xianglan himself ten years later. Are there any relatives who guessed it right?
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