Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 688 The showdown between Chinese food and Western food!Master Bo's good spirit

Zhou Youjian was stung by Chi Guoguo's ridicule.

The French-Mo Mansion is just a western restaurant that has only been open for a few years. Taking advantage of the popularity of French cuisine in the imperial capital, it spent a lot of money to recruit many old chefs from other western restaurants. Recently, it hired a young Internet celebrity chef to create a so-called Internet celebrity restaurant.

Cook what is popular, and there is no fixed style.

But it just happened to be such a western restaurant, which Zhou Youjian thought had no style and no background, beat his time-honored Chinese restaurant to the brink, and the turnover dropped sharply like a dive.

Recently, it was even more exaggerated, because the other party made a special red wine foie gras made by the chef, which attracted even his old customers for many years, and it was the kind that would never return.

His "Shishi Jian" has had no customers for several days, and the rent, water, electricity, and employee salaries add up to more than [-] a day, and it seems to be losing money.

Is it really necessary to admit that you have failed, screwed up the family restaurant, and closed it?

Seeing the crowds of Famo mansions across the street, the assigned number has reached more than 500, and I don't have a single guest...

Zhou Youjian sighed deeply, and had to admit that although the property manager's words were harsh, they might really be telling the truth: "Okay, me, I'll close the door today... Well, today's 1 yuan shop rent, can you, please?" Are you free?"

When a person is forced to such a position, he really can't take care of the face of life, and he can only humble himself when he should ask for help.

After all, if you save 1 yuan, you can also give employees a little more severance pay.

Unexpectedly, the property manager has not waited for an answer.

A tall fat man ran out of the restaurant: "Dad, you can't close the door! Teacher Cao Carp said she would come, and she will definitely come. She keeps her word and never breaks her word!"

"But... son, she may not come today, but our family can't last until tomorrow."

"Dad, can't you wait any longer? Believe me! The little friends we watched the live broadcast together, learned English, supplemented ancient Chinese, and I learned to draw... all made rapid progress. This time, it was not easy for Teacher Cao Carp to start teaching. Food and beverages, our family must not miss it!"

The property manager sneered for a while: "Let me tell you, Lao Zhou, does your son have a problem with his brain? He needs to see a doctor. Didn't it come out a while ago that an anchor was selling things to harm people? You can't be addicted to live broadcasting. Your son hasn't taken the exam yet." Let’s go to university, what can we do in the future.”

"I'm taking an art exam! Who cares about you!"

"Well, I'm too lazy to worry about your family. Today's shop rent of 1 yuan cannot be waived! It can't be because you have no business, our mall should do charity, right? You must vacate before tomorrow morning, or we will see you in court!"

The conversation fell apart and the manager walked away.

His son Zhou Yingjun looked at his father's dejected look, and scratched his head: "Dad, anyway, we are going to deduct 1 yuan today, so let's just wait for Teacher Cao Carp?"

Zhou Youjian looked at the other end of the corridor, the elevator was full of people, all of them were going to Famo Mansion, no one came to Shijian.

He couldn't bear the scent coming from the French-Mo Mansion...

His voice was dry: "You go and review your art exam, I'll wait."

The restaurant has no way out, it's dead anyway... It's like waiting for a seat like a treasure, it's better to say that he wants to stay alone at the door quietly.

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At this moment.

Bao Gucheng has come to the hotel to pick up Xi Zuer and Xi Rubao to get on the bus.

After exercising until the early morning last night, he took a cold shower. The man only took a short nap, but he was still full of energy at the moment, and it was completely impossible to tell how many hours he had practiced last night.

(End of this chapter)