On the corridor, a big-bellied cook walked briskly towards the small pavilion in the middle of the lake.

His mouth chattered, "I haven't eaten enough of the braised duck neck just now!" Those bunnies don't know how to leave me some! ”

"Ah, General Wan'an!"

The cook instantly stopped his steps and saluted, and a series of movements were difficult for his physique.

Zhan Ge raised his eyebrows slightly, and seemed to be in a good mood, "In the future, I will add Yanwushuang's lo-mei to my recipe." ”

After that, Zhan Ge hooked the corners of his mouth and left satisfied.

To be honest, the dishes made by this woman really made him look forward to it.

He felt more and more that it was a good choice not to decisively refuse to divorce at the beginning.

At least satisfy the taste buds......

Let's talk about Wang's Restaurant, after this battle, Wang Yuyan completely got on the parallel bars with Yanwu.

All the dishes made by Yanwu Shuangna Restaurant, but in a few days, Wangjia Restaurant will inevitably follow suit and put on the same dishes that seem to be more exquisite.

It's just the taste......

Compared with the taste made by Yan Wushuang, everyone doesn't want to settle for the second best thing and spend money to eat the fakes of the Wang family in vain.

The business of Wang's restaurant is not as good as day by day, and there is nothing to be done if Wang Yuyan is in a hurry.

Wang Guocheng, who was far away in the palace, heard the words, and directly repaired a letter to his family and sent it to Wang Yuyan.

"Miss, what is the master's plan?" Xiaolan handed over a cup of tea, and there were two pieces of turquoise mint floating on the tea surface.

Wang Yuyan's face, which had been gloomy for many days, finally raised a bright smile, and her beautiful eyes turned smartly, and said, "Father still has a way, now I see how many days she can be arrogant!" ”

Although the Wang family has been galloping for many years with Yan's recipes, less than half of that recipe has been developed.

At the entrance of Wang's Restaurant, the small servants came out one after another, closing all the doors and windows, and the flags with the word "Wang" and the three big banners were all removed.

This can attract pedestrians to stop and discuss.

Yan Wushuang, who was leaning against the door basking in the sun, also raised his willow eyebrows, thinking to himself what kind of moth is this Wang Yuyan going to make trouble with?

At this moment, Wang Yuyan walked out surrounded by all the slaves, looking like a boss.

"Wangjia Restaurant has officially entered the stage of research and development of new dishes, during which the hospitality will be suspended for three days, and new and old friends will be invited to come and cheer at that time.

Eh, these words made Yan Wushuang a little surprised, this Wang Yuyan is going to hold back her big move?

R&D of new dishes? Take the recipes of the Yan family to develop new dishes, and don't be afraid of others laughing out of their big teeth when they say it!

Yan Wushuang knew that the trick of waiting for an opportunity for three days was not something that Wang Yuyan could think of.

I'm afraid the next thing is to starve marketing.

The new dishes are launched, and the price is raised to the daily limit, creating the illusion that the supply exceeds demand, and people will naturally feel itchy because of the words "can't ask for it", so as to achieve the purpose of the Wang family harvesting a wave of leeks and temporarily warming up the accounts.

Good strategy, it's a pity not to do marketing in modern times, Yan Wushuang sneered, this kind of method was thought up by Wang Guocheng that old fox.

Yan Wushuang's expression fell into Wang Yuyan's eyes, and the latter rolled his eyes back, leaving a contemptuous smile, and Shi Shiran entered the house.

Wangjia Restaurant was officially closed.

Yan Wushuang saw her series of elementary school students arguing expressions, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Wang Yuyan also used herself as a green onion, and she said that Wushuang just wanted to make money in a down-to-earth manner.

Who can't get along with money?

When I was thinking about it, today's lo-mei was also out of the tank, and the people outside the door held the number plate in their hands, waiting for the shouting in an orderly manner.

I have to sigh that this kind of scene, which can only be seen in some Internet celebrity stores in the 21st century, has now also made her experience it.

It's cool!

The proprietress was snorting melon seeds on Erlang's legs, Xiaoshan was serving tea and pouring water on the side, watching the God of Wealth send money into the door one by one, Yan Wushuang felt that the fairy days were just like this.

But some people couldn't see others comfortable, and suddenly there was a noisy sound in the store, which turned into scolding.

"Xiaoshan, what's going on over there?" Yan Wushuang saw that there seemed to be a dispute over the side selling lo-mei, and Xiaoshan immediately went to check.

It's just that before Xiaoshan could see it, the troublesome buyer shouted, "I'm from the General Zhengbei Mansion, don't be ashamed!" ”

Ooh!

This sentence can be regarded as hitting the muzzle of the gun.

"Grandma is worried that you won't come to the door!"

Syllable!

The teacup in Yan Wu's hands slammed on the table, and the tea splashed everywhere.

"Conquer the Northern General's Mansion, right? Come on, show them the signs! ”

Yan Wu beckoned, and the gilded signboard of "The Wang family and livestock are not allowed to enter" was lifted.

There is also a line of small characters next to it.

"One person is limited to three things, and the same is limited to one catty, and the General Mansion of Peking University is not allowed to buy!"

There was a young man in the middle of the team, and when he saw that things were not going right, he smeared oil on the soles of his feet and hurried back to his house to call someone.

Besides, the little guy immediately looked like a cannon battle when he saw the sign...... Completely blown up!

"Who is your master? Don't die, don't you? Who gave you permission to write that?! The expression of the little guy's blowing beard and staring was extremely hideous, and the series of questions made him feel a headache.