This was said unkindly, but the expressions of the people in the room remained unchanged. Those who should be smiling were still smiling, and those who should be expressionless were still expressionless.
"Master Dou, where do you start with these words?" The old man who spoke first asked with a smile.
"We are enemies in the same field. We are looking forward to each other's death. However, if we can let someone die just by looking forward to it, then the world will be in chaos." Another person snorted and looked at Dou Qi coldly, "Dou Qi.
Master, we are not children anymore, don’t say such ridiculous things, business is not good, you should ask yourself, don’t ask us.”
Laughter rang out in the room.
"Brother Seventeen of the Bao family, do you dare to say that you didn't curse us at home?" someone joked.
"You burn the straw men of my Bao family first, and my Bao family will take you back." The man still said coldly.
This seemingly provocative and noisy atmosphere did not make the atmosphere tense. On the contrary, it became more relaxed and there were more laughs.
Dou Qi did not smile, his face became even more livid.
"You know what I'm going to say." He raised his voice and said, "When I opened a shop here, Dou Qi, I didn't learn any of your dishes! Look at you again, everyone uses my passing fairy. What does it mean?"
The laughter in the room stopped.
"Master Dou, are you kidding? None of us can be like your passing deity." They laughed.
Dou Qi sneered.
"Gods are not as good as mortals. They are the most carefree and happy. Now I am singing and eating all over the capital. I am not blind or deaf. Everyone, this is a bit too much." He said.
"Since Mr. Dou also knows that he is happy and at ease, why do you still ask?" One person stopped smiling and said lightly.
"What is this joy and ease? Isn't it just the passing fairy in my family?" Dou Qi said with eyes wide open. The powder on his face fell a little because of his excitement.
"Why does this belong to your family?" Another person frowned and said, "The pot belongs to your family? The fire belongs to your family? Is it possible that if your family uses a hot pot, others cannot use it? Besides, there is nothing else.
It’s the same, but the price is even more different. I’ve never seen your fairy cost less than two yuan.”
People in the hall laughed again.
"You might as well tell Mr. Dou that this kind of joy is not what we want to sell. Go and ask around. In the beginning, the guests asked for it themselves. They taught the store how to make it, what to ask for, and how to eat it.
"An older man who had plastic surgery said, "That's why it's hard for us to collect money. After all, nothing is worth anything. Dong Dong's family, if we really came up with it ourselves, how could we be like this?"
Dou Qi naturally knew these things, and this was what made him angry and confused.
"It is said that this way of eating was originally used by scholars to satisfy their hunger when they were playing in the wild. It is undeniable that some of them may have eaten your passing gods, so they thought of eating like this, but..." The old man spread his hands and brought a few
Fen said helplessly, "If you want to blame us, it would be unfair. If you are really angry, you might as well go find those scholars."
Dou Qi gritted his teeth, this is not nonsense!
"Mr. Dou, we are not children anymore." The cold man from the Bao family stood up and said, "If you ask customers to order something, we will stop talking if we don't have it. This is how we open our business. Don't worry, your family
If you add a main dish, no matter which one is the same as what I cook at home, I will never come to your door and make a fuss with you. At most, I will just make another straw man."
The room burst into laughter.
"Yes, yes, my family is the same, but I am more honest than Bao Shiqi. I will not hit the villain behind his back."
"Speaking of this, Mr. Liu, is the new carved Buddha dish that your family recently served a little too similar to my family's wall-jumping Buddha?"
"Yeah, how about it? Your family can carve Buddha out of radish, but my family can't?"
Seeing the people in the hall laughing and cursing wildly, no one paid any attention to his questions. Dou Qi got up angrily and walked away.
He also knew that there was nothing he could say to these old experts, but it would be really frustrating if he didn't.
"Scholar?" Dou Qi gritted his teeth, raised his foot and kicked the flower stand in the corridor beside him, "Who wants to die to ruin my business!"
The flower stand fell down in response, making a crashing sound.
However, nowadays most of the private rooms are empty, and no one comes to see them.
Dou Qi walked heavily along the corridor.
"Or, we can also serve the main course?"
The shopkeeper said.
As soon as he finished speaking, he was severely interrupted by Dou Qixie.
"Making main dishes now? Can you find a chef from any house?" he asked.
The shopkeeper's head shrinks.
"But, boss." He couldn't help but say, "those shops, large and small, not only serve real food, but also have fun..."
Before he could finish his words, Dou Qi hit him with a tea bowl.
"What makes you happy is to imitate our passing gods!" he shouted, "these are shameless!"
The shopkeeper was hit on the shoulder. He grinned in pain, but he didn't dare to hide.
"Boss, now is not the time to talk. We really have no choice if they sell this." He said urgently.
Those who run restaurants always use those dishes and those utensils. Your family has never cooked this dish, so no one else is allowed to cook it.
Dou Qi was very angry and smashed several cases.
"Then they sell it more expensively! Damn it, it costs seven or eight dollars!" he shouted.
This price is not enough for a plate of his Shenxianju’s secret sauce!
"It's obvious that they did it on purpose!" He gritted his teeth and said, "They didn't intend to use this to make money, but to use this to squeeze me out!"
"Then, shall we lower the price?" the shopkeeper said.
These words caused Dou Qi to scold him again.
"Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?" He pointed and cursed, "How can you lower the price at this time? If it is lowered, will I still be a god? Isn't it the same as those mortals? Why do they still come to our place to eat? Just walk into any place
Aren’t all families the same? You idiot, why did I invite you here in the first place? My mother even called you like a monkey spirit! Bah!"
The shopkeeper was from Dou Qi's mother's family. Seeing that the Dou family's restaurant was getting rich, he sought out some profits. When Dou Qi was fighting for the property with his uncles, he worked hard and came up with many good ideas, so he won the prize.
Dou Qi thought highly of him, so he agreed to his mother's request and kept him as the shopkeeper in the restaurant.
"I'm going to find my godfather!" Dou Qi stood up and said.
Although the shopkeeper's face turned red after being scolded, he still hurriedly stopped him.
"Master, the law does not punish everyone." He said, "Now it is not just one or two families, but restaurants and restaurants all over the capital doing this. Can Master Liu scare them all?"
This capital city is not the domain of Zhongshu's Secret Pavilion, and it is certainly not a place where he, Xiaoli Liu, has the final say.
Dou Qi folded his sleeves and sat down angrily.
"Then what do you think?" he said casually.
The shopkeeper's mind was spinning rapidly.
"We absolutely can't lower prices these days. What we have to do is to make our reputation even better, and make it even more magical and different." He said, "We only sell it so expensively. Not everyone can afford it if they want it. Fame, fame,
Greater fame….”
He turned around a few times and clapped his hands violently.
"Yes! Boss!" he shouted in surprise and knelt down in front of Dou Qi.
What Dou Qi said was just angry words, and he didn't expect this idiot to come up with a solution.
"What's there?" he said angrily.
"Dongjia Dongjia." The shopkeeper took a few steps forward with an excited look on his face, "March 20th is the Grand Zen Meeting at Puxiu Temple in Beijing."
Everyone in the capital knows this kind of thing.
"I'm not in the mood to offer sesame oil to them." Dou Qi said angrily.
"Go, we must go, and we have to go in a big way, and we have to ask Grandpa to help us go," the shopkeeper said.
Dou Qi looked at him a little confused.
"Master." The shopkeeper came closer and said with bright eyes, "Su Zhai worship!"
Dou Qi suddenly realized, stretched out his hand and slapped several cases.
At the same time, Shopkeeper Wu of Taiping Juli also slapped the table.
"Sandong's family." He looked at Xu Maoxiu and said solemnly, "This is a good opportunity!"
Xu Maoxiu looked at him thoughtfully.
"Okay." He nodded, "Shopkeeper, you can do whatever you say. Just tell me, how to do it?" (To be continued)
