Xianyu's leisurely life through books

Chapter 97 Yes, You Are That Kind of Person
In the past, there was a limit of [-] servings of taro and braised pork, but now there is a limit of [-] servings of braised pork and sauerkraut.

What to say should be carefully cooked, the sauerkraut is specially pickled, and the principle of "soul dishes" is adhered to.

From Shopkeeper Zhu's point of view, this is simply stupid.

If you don't meet the requirements of the diners, you are fighting against the diners, and you are pushing money out.

In fact, Jiujiang Tower's approach did push many guests to Ke Siyunlai.

They have no limit, how many guests they want, and how many there are.

The increase in income in the past few days has not been a little bit, and it has faintly overshadowed the turnover before the meat dishes came out.

After all, the fragrant taro meat is rotten and soft, which further develops the market for older people.

Looking at the running water on the account, shopkeeper Zhu almost died laughing.

Hmph, if there is only one Jiujiang Building in Liuyun County, the trick of limited sales might work.

But don't forget, they are the best when they come like a cloud.

And the owner is also true.

For such a big boss, he scolded himself several times because of the loss of customer traffic in just a few days, it is simply hateful.

Such a short-sighted owner, if not relying on nepotism, how could he be in charge of branches in Liuyun County, big and small?

As he was doing the calculations, a shadow was cast in front of him.

There are diners who come to check out.

Shopkeeper Zhu smiled slightly: "Guest, did you enjoy your meal? If you have any suggestions, you can tell us so that we can improve in the future."

This approach is the tradition of customers like clouds.

Not only can customers feel respected, but also win their favor.

It is also true that you can collect what you have done wrong, so that you can improve it.

This is the fundamental reason why they are famous for their service attitude.

The diner took out the money and said, "Overall, it's not bad, but I feel that your pickled pork and sauerkraut tastes a bit worse than Jiujianglou's."

Shopkeeper Zhu's smile faltered, and then returned to a perfect smile: "Well, this is our specialty."

The diner nodded, paid the bill and left without saying anything.

Shopkeeper Zhu was a little depressed.

If this guy said a few more words and his voice was a little louder, he would definitely think that this is the entrustment sent by Jiujiang Tower!

Another diner came to check out.

He routinely asks his guests for their opinion.

The diners also said this time: "Your sauerkraut with pork is really good, but it doesn't feel authentic enough."

Shopkeeper Zhu's eyes twitched, and his smile was still perfect: "We, Ke Siyunlai, have our own unique taste."

The diners noticed something was wrong, and explained a few words thoughtfully: "Well, I didn't say that yours is not good. It may be the Jiujiang Tower that I ate first. It has a preconceived influence."

They left, and shopkeeper Zhu took a deep breath.

Just a coincidence.

A few more diners came to the counter.

The person who paid this time was a little drunk.

Shopkeeper Zhu didn't ask for another opinion.

But at this moment of drunkenness, he yelled straight away: "Shopkeeper, your sweet potato braised pork is almost tasteless no matter how you eat it. Why don't you go and dig the chef from the opposite side? I Get used to the smell."

A fellow who was also drunk echoed: "That's right, Jiujiang Tower is really not a thing. What kind of limit is there, so that we can't even eat it if we want. It's abominable. You don't limit it. Go dig their cooks!"

The noisy lobby suddenly fell silent.

It was buzzing again.

It was the chatter of other guests who were eating.

"Actually, I also think Jiujiang Tower tastes better."

"After all, it is made with heart. You can only make so much every day. Here, there is no limit. If you make too much, there will always be something that you can't take care of. The taste is almost normal."

"I'm the only one who thinks that the tastes of the two are similar?"

"There is still a little difference. After all, it is following the trend. How can it compare with other people's authentic ones?"

"Didn't you say that there is often only one authentic work, and the others are all fakes, no matter how they look, they are fakes."

"..."

Shopkeeper Zhu's expression froze.

Several other diners who were still sober realized that something was wrong, and they pulled on the two drunken companions.

"Don't say it, even if it's not delicious enough, you can't say it in front of other people's shop! I heard that Ke Siyunlai beat up customers before."

Someone explained to shopkeeper Zhu: "We don't mean to slander, but we have eaten authentic... the first taste, preconceived, preconceived... haha... hurry up!"

"Don't listen to their nonsense, in fact, the taste of Ke Ruyunlai is already very similar, so don't look for trouble here."

As they spoke, a few people walked out of the gate stumbling around.

Shopkeeper Zhu took a deep breath, maintaining a fake perfect smile.

But the fingers on the abacus are about to pick out the beads of the abacus!

He dared to say that there must be someone invited by Jiujiang Tower here!
But he didn't know which one it was.

Or rather, which ones are.

They Kesiyunlai are known for their service attitude, if he really goes up to argue with people, it will affect his reputation.

Can not deal with...

The reputation of their family as a professional family of counterfeit and follow-up is about to spread!

hateful!

Song Yu changed his seat, sat next to Pei Xiaoxiao, and asked in a low voice.

"You asked me to find all these entrustments?"

Pei Xiaoxiao blinked: "What, don't talk nonsense, am I that kind of person?"

Song Yu smiled lightly, and said affirmatively, "Yes, you are that kind of person... By the way, you paid such a high price, not just to anger Shopkeeper Zhu, right?"

"Hmm, anger at him is only one of the reasons, and the other is to engrave the seed of 'Jiujianglou is an authentic brand' in the hearts of diners, and it will be much easier to promote in the future."

Five such large paintings were all completed by Pei Xiaoxiao alone, and the time was tight.

The days were tense and monotonous.

Fortunately, with Song Yu always by his side, Pei Xiaoxiao felt that life was not so boring.

He always sat not far from her, quietly carving his gadgets.

Pei Xiaoxiao was tired of drawing, and could see his handsome face as soon as she turned her head.

He can always catch her gaze in good time and return a gentle smile.

Or sometimes, when she turned to look at him, he happened to be looking at her.

The fulfilling and happy days almost made Pei Xiaoxiao forget the mountain that lay between them.

She wished that days like this could last forever.

Of course, reality is always cruel.

The end of April has come.

Song Yu went back to the village this day to treat his leg disease.

Pei Xiaoxiao was painting in the study when she suddenly heard the sound of suona and crying from the next door.

At this time, when the sun was at its strongest in the afternoon, Pei Xiaoxiao felt a chill in her heart, and cold sweat broke out in her palms.

The study is very empty, only occasionally there is a draft, which brings the cries and suona from the next door, and lifts the hair and skirt on her back.

Pei Xiaoxiao turned her head abruptly, and saw the gloomy locust tree in the courtyard, and the white cat flashing past the wall.

Pei Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, picked up the brush again, and forced herself to immerse herself in the transformation.

Although she knows that she is just a ghost, it does not prevent her from having a rich imagination and likes to think about herself.

"Knock Knock-"

She was clever and jumped up.

"Xiaoxiao, open the door."

It was Song Yu's voice.

Pei Xiaoxiao's tense nerves relaxed, she trotted out of the hospital and opened the door.

The familiar tall figure appeared in front of her eyes, and she felt much more at ease.

She raised a smile: "You're back!"

Song Yu raised his eyebrows.

This time she opened the door really fast.

Besides, why is she sweating all over her forehead?

Looking at the thin clothes on her body, he asked doubtfully, "Are you hot?"

(End of this chapter)