"Brother Fang." Su Xiaomeng looked at Fang Lin in a daze for a while, then couldn't help blurting out a cry.
Fang Lin came back from his slight meditation, quickly put out the cigarette, scratched his head and said, "I'm sorry, I was so tired just now, I couldn't help but want to smoke a cigarette to calm my mind."
Su Xiaomeng shook her head and said, "It's okay, I didn't mean that."
She glanced at the time and saw that it was almost nine o'clock in the morning: "Nine o'clock in the morning is the opening time of the hot pot restaurant. However, all my employees were beaten by Qiao Jiuye's people yesterday, so there may not be many people coming to work today, so
Come on, let’s go downstairs now, I’ll tidy up the store, and then make hot pot for you.”
Su Xiaomeng was originally worried that employees would not come to work, which would affect today's opening.
But I didn't expect that before nine o'clock, the employees came back one after another.
Among them were the employees who informed Su Xiaomeng via text message last night that they would not be coming back for the time being.
After the two of them went downstairs, they saw that the employees had tidied up the hot pot restaurant and prepared it for opening in an orderly manner.
"Boss, have you heard that Master Qiao Jiu died last night?"
The handsome cashier saw the two people coming down and ran over immediately. He was the first person to reveal the news.
"Moreover, that scoundrel is also dead. It is said that he was killed by one of their own people because of a dog-eat-dog attack."
"I heard that it was Chen Hu who killed him." said an aunt who was in charge of choosing vegetables in the kitchen.
Everyone, like them, felt a little excited and cheered.
People like Qiao Jiuye are simply the scum of Shaoning County. His death is a great event that the whole county should set off firecrackers to celebrate.
"Master Qiao Jiu is dead?" Su Xiaomeng was surprised and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Although Fang Lin gave Qiao Jiuye and others a lesson yesterday morning, it is not a good thing to be resented and remembered by such people.
Now that Master Qiao Jiu is dead, she is relieved.
"Everyone, please be quiet!" Su Xiaomeng was also very happy when she saw that her dozen or so employees had reversed their decline and become more energetic again.
She clapped her hands to attract everyone's attention. Then she pointed at Fang Lin and said: "Let me first introduce you to everyone. This is Fang Lin, the village chief of Fenghuang Village. From now on, our hotpot restaurant will be working with Mr. Fang Lin.
Establish a long-term cooperative relationship.”
After a pause, Su Xiaomeng added: "To put it simply, our seasonal vegetables will be provided by Village Chief Fang from now on."
So many things happened yesterday, and these employees didn't have a chance to see those beautiful and delicious vegetables.
Su Xiaomeng put all the vegetables in the storage room alone yesterday afternoon. At this time, she took the opportunity to introduce Lingcai to the employees and let them know about it.
The employees were surprised and delighted to see those vegetables that looked beyond imagination, and they talked a lot.
Like Su Xiaomeng, these employees also felt that if the vegetables used in hot pot restaurants were of this color in the future, maybe the business would get better.
Su Xiaomeng immediately suggested that the chef select some of these vegetables, cut them raw and put them on a plate, make a hot pot meal, treat Fang Lin to a meal, and let Village Chief Fang have a taste of their hot pot restaurant.
The dinner table was quickly filled with vegetables, mushrooms, fish, shrimp, mutton, etc., and the fiery red and milky white mandarin duck soup base was steaming hot.
Su Xiaomeng brought a glass of wine to Fang Lin, her eyes filled with mist, and she solemnly said: "Brother Fang, you have helped me so much, I don't even know how to thank you. I offer you this glass of wine. Thank you for saving me."
My dad, help me get through this difficult time!"
Fang Lin smiled lightly and drank the wine in one gulp: "Don't be too polite, it's all a simple effort."
Fang Lin said it calmly and indifferently, but Su Xiaomeng didn't think so. How could it be easy to deal with Master Qiao Jiu and treat late-stage liver cancer?
She could only keep this feeling in her heart.
She stopped being pretentious, after all, Fang Lin was looking eagerly at the hot pot dishes rolling in the pot.
"You must be very hungry. Eat quickly and see how it tastes."
From Su Xiaomeng's point of view, Fang Lin's drooling look was quite endearing, a bit dull.
Fang Lin was not polite and immediately started eating with his chopsticks.
In order to treat Su Changqing just now, he almost drained his body of vitality and physical strength, and now he was in urgent need of food to replenish it.
Seeing Fang Lin devouring his food, Su Xiaomeng couldn't help but ask: "Brother Fang, what do you think of our hot pot?"
The chef in charge of stir-frying quietly pricked up his ears.
Since the business of La Ding Tian Hot Pot City has plummeted, the taste of hot pot soup has almost become the most criticized thing by customers.
However, the chef always felt that there was nothing wrong with the ingredients he stir-fried.
Although he didn't master the secret recipe, the hot pot base he cooked was definitely not bad.
Fang Lin finished the last bit of meat in the bowl, wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and said bluntly: "Frankly speaking, I understand that the business of hot pot with this flavor is poor."
Su Xiaomeng's face looked a little embarrassed.
The chef turned his head and snorted quietly to express his dissatisfaction.
However, Fang Lin's words were not finished yet: "In my opinion, there is no need to continue operating a hot pot restaurant that can only produce this kind of taste." wavv
"Brother Fang, you..." Su Xiaomeng didn't expect that Fang Lin would say such ruthless words, which made her not know how to answer.
Fang Lin waved his hand, picked up the chopsticks and started to devour it.
The chef couldn't stand it, and came to the table with a livid face and said: "Village Chief Fang, if you really think it tastes bad, then don't eat it. Why do you keep eating like a starving ghost reincarnated?"
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Su Xiaomeng's expression changed, she stood up and shouted: "Dazhuang, why are you talking! Apologize to Village Chief Fang!"
The chef named Da Zhuang rolled his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I can't apologize to such a duplicitous person."
Fang Lin glanced at Da Zhuang and didn't care. He said while eating, "I'm really hungry. Wait until I'm full and I'll make you a hot pot base to try. What is hot pot?"
"Do you make hot pot base?" Da Zhuang looked Fang Lin up and down with his eyes and laughed out loud: "Okay, I'll wait."
Su Xiaomeng was angry and angry. She pointed at Da Zhuang and told him to get out of the way and not to disturb Fang Lin's meal.
After Da Zhuang left, Su Xiaomeng sat down and apologized: "I'm sorry, Brother Fang. I'm usually too nice to my employees and indulge them too much. Don't be the same as them."
Fang Lin shook his head and said: "I don't know anyone, but your hot pot tastes really bad. If this continues, even if I provide vegetables to the hot pot restaurant, it won't help."
"To find the root cause of the problem, the deterioration of hot pot restaurant business is caused by poor taste. If we want to revitalize hot pot restaurants and make their business better again, we must improve the taste of hot pot soup ingredients."
"I happen to know some cooking skills, especially seasoning, so I can improve the taste of hot pot soup for you."
Su Xiaomeng did not doubt the authenticity of Fang Lin's words at all, and said blankly: "Brother Fang, do you still know how to cook? You are too versatile!"
Fang Lin smiled faintly, not knowing whether it was okay or not, and continued to eat.
This chapter has been completed!