Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

   What I wanted to say was swallowed back in my stomach.

   Forget it, he doesn't care about others.

   "Miss Cher~"

   "Young Master Murong has something to say, don't come near me!" Han Yingxue waved at Bai Wuyan.

   Fangcai Zhao Qishan was jealous and did not allow any man to approach her. Although a little overbearing, she was very happy.

   "I want to eat the dishes made by Miss Cher. My son came from Kyoto on a sweaty BMW, but the tables and chairs in the restaurant are full..." Bai Wuyan looked at Han Yingxue pitifully.

   "Uh... well, Mr. Bai is not willing to go back like this. Then tell yourself what you want to eat, and I'll fry a few for you in the back kitchen."

   "Okay!" Bai Wuyan smiled instantly. He is also not picky about food, and let Han Yingxue choose what he is good at.

  Han Yingxue Afeng set up a small table for Bai Wuyan and Qin Feng alone.

   Bai Wuyan, who finally ate the food, was in a good mood.

   After eating and drinking, I went to the front desk to make money. Bai Wuyan walked to the back kitchen again, "Miss Cher, your food here is really cheap, a bowl of food in Kyoto is worth a table of food here. Haha, even if it's cheap, it's still so delicious. No wonder many people in Kyoto have come here these days!"

   Bai Wuyan finished speaking and shook his fan. "I've had enough to eat and drink, I'm going back now!"

   "Young Master Murong is going back now?"

   "Yeah? What's wrong?"

  Han Yingxue swallowed his saliva, "Master Bai, you just finished eating, aren't you afraid that you will spit it all out while riding?"

  Bai Wuyan was stunned.

  How could he forget this question...

   "This, then I'll take a break, take a break and go back."

  After closing.

  Inspired by Bai Wuyan, Han Yingxue felt that the restaurant should introduce some special packages for this noble man.

  The restaurant has always been relatively low-end. As Bai Wuyan said, the price of a table of dishes here is worth the price of a dish in the Kyoto restaurant. Of the wealthy sons who came from Kyoto recently, which one has no money, and which one is reluctant to spend money.

   Nowadays, there is no special targeted service. Maybe these rich people have finally come to the restaurant and can't eat food.

   Therefore, the restaurant can provide these special services to these noble sons. For these groups, she will introduce some new dishes that most people can't taste. Set aside some space for these people. So that they don't come and can't eat.

  Han Yingxue shared this idea with Li Yunshan, who also agreed.

   "A lot of noble sons have come here these days. I'm a little embarrassed to refuse. Xueer, the method you said is really good. By then, the operating profit of our restaurant should be a little higher."

   "Uncle Li, prepare like this, I'll write some new recipes for you later!"

"good!"

   After the negotiation was over, Han Yingxue did not rush to go back, but went to Doctor Chou first.

   Two days ago, he asked him to help make a pair of silver needles for her. Agreed to pick it up today. Take the silver needle. When you go back, you can give Mrs. Zhao an acupuncture.

   "Haha, Xue'er, you're here!" Doctor Chou saw Han Yingxue passing by and gave the silver needle to Han Yingxue.

   "Doctor Qiu, trouble you!"

   "No trouble, no trouble!" Doctor Qiu waved his hand and said with a smile.

  Han Yingxue took out a booklet from his arms and handed it to Doctor Chou.