Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 317

Yang is a person who is very good at hiding her emotions. She puts everything on her face. Zhao Caifeng noticed that something was wrong with her when she went out. When she came in now, she obviously felt her face stretched an inch look.

Mrs. Yang is different. After all these years of business and greeting customers, she can put everything in her stomach, so she came in with Yang, and said with a smile: "Drink chicken soup, I specially chose this chicken. Yes, it's not fat at all, it's just good for replenishing the body!"

Zhao Caifeng saw that Mrs. Yang was covering up well, so she also stood up with a smile, picked up a big spoon and filled Song Mingxuan with a bowl of chicken soup, handed it to him and said, "Make it up, drink it slowly."

For Zhao Caifeng, since she likes someone, no matter whether he is a juren, a scholar, a poor man all his life, or a gold medal winner, he is the person he likes.Of course, Zhao Caifeng would not let such a life of poverty happen to Song Mingxuan.

Moreover, based on Zhao Caifeng's experience in the modern college entrance examination, it is understandable that Song Mingxuan could not pass the exam this time. First of all, as a candidate, he has no systematic review. What is the use of self-study at home? Woolen cloth?As the saying goes: The three cobblers are still better than Zhuge Liang. No matter how clever Song Mingxuan is, without his classmates to discuss with, but with the guidance of a famous teacher, his performance is limited.

The second point is that Song Mingxuan's physical condition is poor. Although nine days and seven nights are a big test for everyone rushing for the exam, Song Mingxuan had only been ill before this. Up and down.

And the third point is that it is not Song Mingxuan himself who can control many things. In fact, besides strength, luck is also an indispensable help for success. If Song Mingxuan really has no luck in exams, there are so many students in the world. The chances of him passing the exam are really slim.

But... After Zhao Caifeng thought of these three points, she couldn't help but think of the old monk who told her fortune in her previous life. If that old monk really had the ability to reach the sky, would the Wenqu star descend to the mortal world in his mouth? Is it Song Mingxuan?

Thinking of this, Zhao Caifeng couldn't help but shook her head, and ordered herself to wake up quickly. Too much superstition is crazy...

Seeing Song Mingxuan lowered his head to drink the soup, Mrs. Yang didn't have any strange expression on his face, he just relaxed a little, and his complexion looked much better than before, so he smiled and said: "Mingxuan, grandpa said you are a scholar, and your writing is very good. Well written, what kind of signboard should you take for our shop?"

The family talked about opening a shop, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively again. Zhao Wen, who was on the side, heard that he was going to choose a name, so he only interrupted: "It's delicious to call the noodles! The noodles made by grandpa are delicious!"

When Yang heard this, she covered her mouth and laughed, but when she thought about the rejection of inviting Carpenter Qian to dinner today, Yang felt a little uncomfortable.

Zhao Caifeng only laughed when he heard Zhao Wen's words, tapped his forehead with the chopsticks and said, "Second brother, do you think noodles are better, or chicken drumsticks?"

Zhao Wen thought about it seriously for a long time, and only said: "That's better than chicken drumsticks!"

The two old men couldn't help laughing. Song Mingxuan was holding the chicken soup, and his face was smiling a little lightly. Seeing him like that, Zhao Caifeng felt a little distressed, so she quietly stretched out her hand from under the table and placed it on his lap. After a pinch, Song Mingxuan straightened up in pain, put down the chicken soup, put his hand under the table, and pressed the back of Zhao Caifeng's hand to prevent her from taking it away.Zhao Caifeng just lowered her head and smiled, raised her eyes to look at Song Mingxuan, and slowly said: "Since we want to make noodles, we must make a sign and come out. Grandpa's chicken noodle soup is well-known in Heqiao Town , how about we call it 'Yang Kee Chicken Soup Noodle' which is loud and easy to remember!"

Hearing this, Old Man Yang waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no, this shop is owned by you, and now your grandma and I are here to join you, why do you still call it that name, why don't you call it Zhao Ji Chicken Soup Noodles?" ?”

After hearing this, Zhao Caifeng only smiled and said, "Grandpa, what is the name of this shop? Who owns this shop? I'm using your reputation to solicit business for me. It's still a loss for you, and you With fame and technology, I don’t know anything, if it’s not called Yang Kee Chicken Soup Noodles, how many customers can come to eat it?”

After hearing this, Mrs. Yang thought it made sense, so she nodded and said, "Old man, what Caifeng said makes sense. We have been selling noodles in Heqiao Town for more than 30 years. Who doesn't know anyone in the town? Who doesn't know your old man Yang's name, although you have never been to the capital, if someone inquires and says that there is such an old man Yang in Heqiao Town, wouldn't the guests come to your door?"

Yang also persuaded: "Father, I also think this name is loud, and it sounds down-to-earth."

(End of this chapter)