Space Farming: The Immortal Wife of the Rough Man

Chapter 474 Rolling
Jia Rulong's heart was shocked!
It's the carriage of King Shangjun!
The shopkeeper was also very impressed with this carriage: it was this mysterious nobleman who caused Laifeng Tower to be directly transferred, so there is now a reopened Laifeng Tower...

Jia Rulong and the shopkeeper looked at each other in dismay: There is no doubt that the mysterious nobleman in that carriage is the one the Lord Fuzun wants to wait for!

Only that mysterious nobleman is worthy of such waiting and respect from the Fu Zun.

The melon-eaters across the street didn't know this mysterious nobleman or this carriage.

But this did not prevent them from feeling the dignity of this mysterious nobleman.

Because Mr. Fu Zun is too humble...

When King Shangjun got out of the car and walked in, Fu Zun followed by half a step behind, and Fu Zun's wife followed half a step behind, and the group of people finally walked in...

The women who lined up at the door entered one after another.

It was only at this moment that Chen Qingshan, who was dressed in a blue brocade robe, came out from inside, holding a bunch of firecrackers in his hand, lit them and threw them on the ground, and the firecrackers were set off at the door with a crackling sound.

This is finally a little excitement for the opening.

After the firecrackers were set off, Chen Qingshan smiled at everyone and cupped his hands: "The new store is open, please taste all kinds of dishes! It doesn't cost money if it tastes good!"

Doesn't taste good and doesn't cost money?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering where Feng Linlou's self-confidence came from, and felt inexplicably seductive.

Those rich and small officials have already swarmed in: "Go in and take a seat!"

"Eight of us!"

"Leave us a private room, we have ten people..."

Seeing the flow of people over there, the rich and powerful, but there are only three or two kittens on my side, and they are all ordinary people...

Jia Rulong was heartbroken.

It is very good for ordinary people to go to a restaurant during the New Year and holidays, but even if they go to a restaurant, they are not willing to order too much food and wine.

Only those rich businessmen and officials who need to socialize frequently will go to restaurants every now and then.

Therefore, the guests who really valued Fenglou in the past were also these rich people and officials.

But now with the bright support of the lord of the government, how can those rich households and petty officials come to their own Laifenglou for dinner?

The shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his forehead, and comforted Jia Rulong in a low voice: "Boss, maybe the food in Fenglinlou doesn't taste very good?"

"After all, I heard that they directly hired some women in the village to be cooks, and there is no chef. What delicious dishes can a woman in the village cook?!"

Jia Rulong's heart, which was mostly dead, beat twice again, and nodded with the last hope: "I hope so."

If the taste is really not good, with the picky tongue of the mysterious nobleman and the importance that Master Fuzun attaches to the mysterious nobleman, there will inevitably be conflicts.

At that time, it will be the opportunity for Laifenglou Jedi to fight back.

So Jia Rulong didn't care about the three or two kittens in the lobby anymore, and just stood at the door waiting for the feedback from the diners who came out there.

Whether the food is delicious or not, you can tell by the look of the diners when they come out.

The previous team of lion dancing and beating gongs and drums had already stopped at this time, and a woman came to Jia Rulong's side and apologized and smiled: "I wish my boss a lot of money..."

Jia Rulong interrupted the woman absent-mindedly: "Go and pay the shopkeeper."

"Okay!" The mother-in-law happily went to the shopkeeper to ask for money.

In the lobby of Laifeng Building, an old man with a gray beard and two young men were eating the decent food in front of them, looking at the distraught owner at the door, listening to the discussions in their ears, their expressions were inexplicable.

"Master, do you want to go and have a look?"

"What's the hurry? Let's talk after we finish this meal." The old man continued to cook without any haste.

"Yes." The two young men didn't dare to speak anymore, and started to eat honestly.

In the largest private room in Fenglin Tower, the Lord Fu respectfully accompanied the last seat, and invited Shangjun King to take the seat, and General Hu Yan sat next to Shangjun King.

Lord Fuzun chuckled: "It's really a blessing for Sansheng to be able to eat the food cooked by God of Chef Luo Baiyi himself today!"

The King of Shangjun looked condescendingly at Mr. Fu Zun: "What's the matter? Do you want to enjoy the same treatment as His Majesty the Emperor?"

Lord Fuzun was shocked by these words: "How dare this subordinate!"

But the lord in my heart was at a loss: The King of Shangjun is here, so what's wrong with Luo Baiyi cooking a meal?
Could it be that King Shangjun is not worthy of Luo Baiyi's cooking? !
Do not!
wrong!

King Shangjun is swearing his loyalty and respect to His Majesty the Emperor!

Loyalty is an insurmountable bottom line!
No wonder King Shangjun was able to reach such a high position at such a young age!
high!
It really is high!

This trick has been learned.

In the future, we must learn more from King Shangjun!

Not long after, the women began to serve the dishes.

King Shangjun took a bite and nodded: "It tastes good! Thank you!"

Naturally, the guards went down to reward the cook.

Master Fu Zun took a sip and was surprised: This taste is really good!
The little stir-fried pork made by the lady of the Bai family who came to Fenglou in the past tasted pretty good, but later this little fried pork disappeared.

I didn't expect to be able to eat fried pork today... and it tastes more fragrant and tastes better than the ones I ate before!

If you eat other dishes, the taste is better than the ones from Laifenglou...

Who would have imagined that Fenglinlou, which is said to be cooked by rural women, could make such decent dishes!

As time passed, the satiated diners checked out from Fenglinlou one after another, smiling and nodding one by one.

Jia Rulong watched the diners leaving Fenglinlou nodding and smiling, and knew in his heart: Come to Fenglinlou, it's over.

Without the support of wealthy officials, Laifenglou will either be able to do business with ordinary people, or it will have to close its doors...

Mr. Fu Zun and his wife finally finished their meal. King Shang said he would leave some things behind. Mr. Fu Zun and his wife looked at each other and said goodbye first.

General Huyan thought about going to see Mrs. Luo, so he also left in a hurry.

King Shangjun said to Qiao Chu, "What is Lao Luo doing?"

Qiao Chu pointed to the downstairs: "Drink tea there!"

Naturally, Chef Luo would not cook in person. He had his own exclusive position, where he sat aloft and watched the cooks cook in an orderly manner, and made a point or two from time to time.

"I'll go find him..." King Shang got up and went downstairs.

As for the Laifeng Tower next door, a man hurried in, walked up to the gray-bearded old man, whispered something, and the old man put down the chopsticks in his hand: "Go to the next door for dinner."

"Yes." Although the men were shocked, they got up obediently, one went to pay the bill, and the other walked out with the old man.

The old man entered Fenglinlou with his hands behind his back. At this time, the first group of people had already eaten and drank enough, and started to pay their bills and left, but there were still many diners who wanted to come in.

Mrs. Taoyao's eyes were venomous, and she could tell at a glance that this old man with a beard in his sixties and a face in his forties was unusual, so she greeted her with a smile: "Mr. A private room, right?"

The old man raised his eyelids and glanced at Mrs. Taoyao: "Okay."

　The first one is coming.

　　There will be a second update later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)