Song Kai was not angry when he heard Xue Weihai squeezing himself like this, but just laughed, "Old Xue, you're out of sight. I, the most greedy person, is naturally suitable for being a businessman."

Xue Weihai just smiled and stopped talking.

The guy over there came over and sang the recipe in a slight way. The reason why he could recite it was mainly because there were not many optional dishes, but only more than twenty.

Song Kai ordered one meat, one vegetable and one soup. Xue Lao was a regular customer and could pay after eating. However, Song Kai took the opportunity to ask about the price of the dishes. The meat dish was vinegar chicken, the price required 300 cents, the material was bean sprout soup, which required 50 cents, and the soup also required 50 cents. After a meal, it would cost 400 cents, which was not counted as wine. This price was in the 21st century and was also a high-end consumption, at least equivalent to the level of a four-star hotel.

"Old Xue, how do you distinguish the levels of this dish?" Song Kai asked. Of course, to build a good inn, of course, you have to inquire about these things.

Mr. Xue drank a glass of water proudly and said, "It depends on the chef's level. One should look at the ingredients, two should look at the shape and color, and three should taste the taste. Only when the color, fragrance and taste are all complete can it be considered a good dish."

The two of them talked about it while eating. Song Kai suddenly realized and muttered in his heart that he was too careless before. Although it was the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago, his diet had reached a very high level at this time. With Song Kai's current level, he could only open some low-end inns. Song Kai's advantage was that he knew many dishes that had not yet appeared, but his cooking level, especially carving, was basically zero. At this time, celebrities and scholars paid great attention to the shape and appearance of the dishes.

After a meal, Song Kai had a calculation in his heart. The so-called vinegar chicken is like the roasted chicken from later generations, but the taste is far less than that, and the bean sprout soup is not delicious. However, the prices of these dishes are not cheap. If you eat some venison or bear's paw, the price will be even more outrageous.

After dinner, Song Kai stood up and said goodbye, and he still had a lot to do.

Mr. Xue smiled, "Song Lang, won't pack it today?"

Song Kai looked at the old man with dissatisfaction, "Three days after the scholar's separation, we should look at him with admiration. Let's take a look. When my inn opens, Mr. Xue, you have to go and support him. Well, you just go and sit there often."

After saying that, Song Kai quickly left.

Xue Weihai took a sip of tea and muttered with a smile: "It's indeed more interesting than other scholars... This tea is indeed more bitter than sweeter, hey..."

Song Kai returned to the inn and asked, "Uncle Fu, do you know how to write?"

Ah Fu was frowning and lifting water. When he heard this, he immediately shook his head, "Young Master, don't be ashamed of me, I can't even write my own name."

Song Kai looked at Nie Lingdang, who was wearing women's clothing and playing with throwing pots.

Nie Lingling snorted: "If you don't think it's ugly, I know, but if you don't know the words you wrote, don't blame me. You know, I am a dignified princess, or the princess over there, mainly learn to ride, shoot, and kill..."

"Okay, okay, just admit that you can't write," Song Kai despised him, thought for a while, and then went out.

I walked all the way and arrived at Huichun Hall again and walked straight into the door.

"Langjun, line up for medical treatment...ah! It's Song Langjun, please come in," the shop assistant was very polite when he saw that it was Song Kai.

Song Kai touched his nose in confusion, thinking to himself why this guy was so polite to him, but he didn't know that he and Sun Tang and Mr. Xue had dinner with him yesterday and were seen by these shopkeepers. Since he could eat with Sun Tang, he must be a status person.

When I arrived in the inner room, I was about to meet Sun Ximei walking out with her prescription.

When Sun Ximei saw Song Kai, she frowned and asked, "What are you here again? I have given the money for the prescription."

"I'll borrow something for it," Song Kai ignored Sun Ximei's bad attitude and said with a smile.

Sun Ximei snorted, “What are you borrowing?”

"Oh, well, lend it to you," Song Kai said seriously.

Sun Ximei was stunned, then blushed and said, "Get out, go out!"

"I...I want to borrow your hand and write a few words, oh, and buy some medicinal materials by the way," Song Kai was depressed. The women of the Tang Dynasty were really no joke.

Hearing Sun Ximei's screams and scolds, the doctors inside all looked over. These people were Sun Ximei's uncles and uncles, and some of them were brothers. Seeing Sun Ximei's scolding, they all stood up and looked at Song Kai.

Song Kai shrank his neck.

The curtain of the small room in the innermost room was lifted up, and Sun Tang, who was more than 1.9 meters tall, walked out.

"What's going on! I don't know if I need quiet here!" Sun Tang frowned.

"Grandpa! It's him..." Sun Ximei pointed at Song Kai.

Sun Tang looked at Song Kai, and suddenly felt happy. He hurried over and said, "It turns out it's Song Lang. It just so happens that I'm looking for you. Come in and talk about it."

"Grandpa! He was just playing tricks...well, playing scoundrel!" Sun Ximei refused to give in.

Sun Tang ignored Sun Ximei's words and pulled Song Kai into the inside, "Ximei, go and make a pot of tea, go quickly."

"Grandpa!" Sun Ximei was really depressed. Who is your grandson?

Sun Tang glared at Sun Ximei, "Go quickly!"

Song Kai was a little embarrassed and quickly said, "No need to make tea, no need to make tea. I came to ask Ximei for help. Mr. Sun, please tell me if you have something to do."

Sun Tang pulled Song Kai into the inner room intimately. The younger generations of the Sun family were staring at him. What was going on? Sun Tang has always been a majestic elder in their hearts. Why did he downgraded himself and took the initiative to talk to a young boy today?

After entering the inner room, Sun Tang went straight to the point, "Song Lang, can you tell me the meaning of the preface you said yesterday? I have thought about it carefully these days, but I always feel that some things don't make sense."

Song Kai nodded. He still respected Sun Tang very much. Although this old man looked extremely majestic, he was still a medical madman in his bones. Therefore, although he was calm and majestic on weekdays, he was as enthusiastic as a young man when encountering medical problems. In this regard, Sun Tang and Xue Weihai were very different. Xue Weihai seemed to be peaceful, but his cunning was much deeper than Sun Tang.

Song Kai carefully explained the meaning of prescriptions again, and this time he expanded on some of the theories of traditional Chinese medicine in later generations.

Sun Tang frowned silently and thought carefully.

On the hospital bed, a voice sounded: "Is this... Song Langjun?"

Song Kai looked on the bed and saw that it was the middle-aged man who was injured by a knife. At this moment, the middle-aged man's wound had been bandaged and his complexion was much better. Although he was weak, he had no chance of life. After recuperation for a while, he could recover.

Song Kai bowed.

"Thank you for saving your life," the middle-aged man arched his hand and signaled to Song Kai.

Song Kai just smiled, "It was Mr. Sun who saved you, but it was not me, I was just a seller."

"Hmph! You're fair," Sun Ximei walked in, put the teapot on the table, and hummed.

Song Kai chuckled, "Madam Sun, I came here sincerely to ask you for help. You know, I write too badly, so I asked you to write a few words, Oh, I can invite you to dinner, which is a reward."

"No!" Sun Ximei became proud, "You said you, a scholar, can't even write, it's really bad."

"Ahem! Ximei, just go and write a few words for Song Lang," Sun Tang raised his head and waved his hand, "Go quickly and go quickly, I still have some places to think about."

Sun Ximei looked at her grandfather angrily, but she did not refute her grandfather after all. She glared at Song Kai, "Then let's go!"

The middle-aged man on the bed laughed and said, "Langjun Song, wait for Zhou to be in good health, and come to thank him again."

Song Kaigong bowed his hand and walked out with Sun Ximei.

"I also want to buy some big ingredients," Song Kai said, and went to the outside room, found a friend, and asked him to pack a bag of big ingredients, which contained some fragrant medicinal herbs such as Magnolia officinalis, Angelica dahurica, fennel, and magnolia. These ingredients are the best ingredients for braised pork or mutton soup.

"What are you buying these for?" Sun Ximei was puzzled.

"I'll know from now on. By the way, I'll bring the bamboo tube I used to distillete the liquor yesterday," Song Kai said.

Sun Ximei snorted: "It's all for you. Anyway, you came up with that method, but... well, but my grandfather said that the wine you made tastes very good."

"Don't spread the law, that's mine," Song Kai said.

"Who cares!" Sun Ximei was depressed and asked someone to take the bamboo pole and walk to the inn with Song Kai.

When he arrived at the inn, Song Kai put on paper and pen and said, "Come on, Ximei, help me write."

"What do you write?" Sun Ximei asked.

"Recruitment notice," Song Kai said: "Just write, well, our store recruits a chef with a high salary, one week in the probation period, and those who pass the probation period will have three stagnants of money per month..."

Sun Ximei frowned, "What a mess? You want to hire a chef, right? It's okay to pay three taels of silver a month, but will it be useful if you hang it out like this?"

"Just write it," Song Kai waved his hand.

Sun Ximei wrote a row of big characters, and the signature was Hongchen Inn. There was also a detailed address below Hongchen Inn. Song Kai was afraid that there were not many people who could read, so he made some simple drawings, and with just a few strokes, he drew the appearance of a chef.

Sun Ximei said "Huh" and said, "Your painting is quite... quite unique." Ink and wash landscape paintings are popular these days, but simple paintings are rare.

Afu and Nie Lingling also came over. Seeing Song Kai's simple drawing, Nie Lingling burst into laughter, "It's really like a chef."

Song Kai thought for a while and said, "Well, there is a recruitment notice, so I'll make some small advertisements."

"Advertisement?" Sun Ximei looked at Song Kai.

"It means to advertise. Well, write ten advertisements and post them to neighbors. It means that the first day of opening, the guests will be rewarded, and each table will be 10% off..." Song Kai thought about the advertising slogan.

Sun Ximei sighed. It seemed that the translation work had to fall on her again. Why did this guy have so many nouns in his mind that he couldn't understand?

After writing ten small advertisements, Song Kai said to Ah Fu: "Uncle Fu, you will go find a few cheap landscape paintings tomorrow. As for poetry, that, Ximei, I say that you can write them, and just put them on the wall, which is also a good example of art..."

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