Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 622
"What did you talk about? What did you talk about?"

Qiaohui squeezed in front of Wang Mancang with a puzzled face, not to mention that she didn't even notice, she didn't see their shadows around the restaurant this morning, it turned out that they all went out.

"You let them sit down and have a good rest, and talk while you rest."

Knowing that the negotiation was over, Ye Heming was even less anxious, and hurriedly pulled Ye Rongrong and the others to sit down on the stool beside him.

"Oh! Tell me quickly! I'm dying of anxiety!"

The more Ye Heming forbids them to remember, the more anxious Qiaohui becomes, the more itchy her heart becomes.

"Pick up your ears and listen to us carefully!"

Ye Rongrong was amused by Qiaohui's anxious appearance, and pulled her to sit beside her.

"Master Li from the town next door, tomorrow is his father's [-]th birthday, please invite our family troupe to sing a big play."

"That's it?"

Before Ye Rongrong could finish speaking, Qiaohui, who was pulled by her, stood up.

"I thought you guys got some big business! Just sing!"

Qiaohui was very disappointed. Ye Heming said mysteriously that there was a big deal. She thought that there was really a big deal coming to her door, but she didn't expect to invite them to a family class to sing an opera. This is not a big deal at all, let alone them The money earned from singing is their own, not Feng Yu Yuan's.

"You should listen to me!"

Ye Rongrong pulled Qiaohui down again who had stood up.

"Master Li invited not only the theater troupe from our married troupe, but also the cooks from our Fengyuyuan. They said, we asked the cooks from our Fengyuyuan to cook the big pot of rice for twenty tables."

"Ah! Really? Is it really a big pot of rice for twenty tables?"

Hearing that there were twenty tables of big pots of rice, Qiaohui jumped up from the stool again in joy.

"Of course it's true. We went to talk together in person, and even got back the deposit. It's 40 taels here, not a penny less."

After speaking, Wang Mancang took out a heavy money bag from his arms, and handed it to Meng Kejun who was standing beside him.

"But sir, you're still smart. When you heard rich man Li eating here that day, you just mentioned that by the way, and you immediately let us talk about it. This talk will be accurate. Will take a big pot of rice, don't mention how happy he is!"

Mai Sui sighed sincerely, it was all thanks to Mr. Meng Ke that the twenty tables of big pots of rice could be connected together.

Meng Kejun took the money bag over, "Of course he will be happy. He can invite the cook from Fengyuyuan to cook at his house. How bright is his face! How can we seize this opportunity to make money delivered to our door?" Let it go!"

Although the tables in Fengyu Garden are enough to hold dozens of tables of banquets, some places are far away from me. It is still difficult to gather all relatives and friends in Fengyu Garden, not to mention how many people can be connected if there is a banquet at home. It's more cost-effective to eat several meals.

Now Fengyu Garden takes the initiative to cook at the door, so that the host who treats guests will not only look good, but also those who come to the banquet, if they are satisfied with the meal, Fengyu Garden will be the first thing that comes to mind if they want to hold a banquet or something.

"Brother Mancang, when you are free, spread the news that our Fengyu Garden will receive a big pot of rice, and let as many people know as possible!"

Since the guests stopped coming to the door, she had to find a way to find them.

"Then how do you say it? Do you accept every banquet? Or how many tables must be full and how much money must be spent to accept?"

Wang Mancang asked the question in his heart. He felt that he could not accept all orders, and not everyone could afford a cook in Fengyu Garden, so that the signboard of Fengyu Garden would not be expensive.

"It doesn't matter whether there are three tables or five tables, as long as you find us in Fengyu Garden, you will take it."

When Wang Mancang asked, Meng Kejun knew what he was thinking.

"Huh? Can you also pick up the three tables and five tables?"

Hearing that Mr. Meng Kejun was going to pick up three tables and five tables, all the people present were surprised.

Even Ye Heming was equally astonished, "Your Majesty! This is not good! You can also pick up three tables and five tables, and you can't make money if you go all the way."

In fact, not only can't make money, but the shop assistants are also exhausted.

"Yes, of course I will!"

Meng Kejun didn't think that this would be a loss-making business, but she would do this for her own reasons.

"As soon as the news of us accepting the big pot of rice business spreads tomorrow, the other door will definitely copy and accept the big pot of rice, so as long as it is a business, we must be the first to do it, whether it is dozens of tables or ten tables or eight tables, we have to Find a way to win the business."

"Don't underestimate these three tables and five tables. If the mountain is high and the water is far away, you can spend money to invite our Fengyu Garden cooks to come to cook, and you will definitely not serve simple people. There are guests in these three or five tables. Many of our potential customers."

"That's true. It's like the people who spend money to invite us to start a family class. They are all famous and famous people. Ordinary people don't have the spare money to invite us, and they can't afford us."

Only then did Ye Heming understand what Wang Zhujun meant, and he nodded his head again and again, thinking that her idea was really good.

"That's how it is. Brother Mancang, you, sister-in-law Maisui, plus Huanzhang and Master Chen from the theater troupe, and seven or eight other assistants, you will be responsible for twenty tables of big pot meals at Rich Man Li's house."

"Success! Success! Don't worry! We will definitely satisfy rich man Li."

Wang Mancang hurriedly responded, and reassured Meng Kejun. He also knew that the [-] tables of big pot rice served by rich man Li were the first shot of whether the big pot rice in Fengyu Garden could be successful. He did not dare to neglect in the slightest.

"Then you go to the back kitchen to explain this matter first, and then make good preparations. Remember to bring all the big pots and stoves you need to bring."

"Okay! Let's get ready!"

Wang Mancang and Maisui stood up quickly, got up and went to the back kitchen.

Ye Rongrong also hurriedly stood up, but her face suddenly turned pale, her body swayed, and she almost fainted.

"Rongrong, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Kejun and the others quickly reached out to help, and they were all terrified.

"No...it's okay...it's just that I was in a hurry when I came back just now, and I was tired!"

Ye Rongrong waved her hand to indicate that she was fine.

"It's okay, your face is so ugly, no, you must see a doctor!"

Ye Heming was especially frightened, and his face turned pale with fright.

"It's okay, dad, I'll be fine after I take a good rest."

"Rongrong, you don't seem to be fine."

Meng Kejun also looked at Ye Rongrong worriedly. Her face was pale and bloodless, and she was sweating all the time. Just now she noticed that Ye Rongrong kept drinking tea when she was talking.

"Well, anyway, I'm going to Bai Yuchen's place to grab the anti-fetal medicine, so you go with me!"

(End of this chapter)