Ling tripod

One month later.

Fat San, Shunliu, and Lao Zhang each held a wooden sign in their hands. Looking at the words on the wooden sign, the three looked a little strange.

"Lao Zhang, Shunliu, do you think this will work?"

Fat San has been a cook for more than ten years, but this is the first time he has seen business done this way.

"This should work, the shopkeeper seems to have a good grasp of it!"

Shunliu said hesitantly. Although he knew that the shopkeeper was extraordinary, this was the first time he had encountered such a business.

"You two guys, you admired the shopkeeper so much before, but now you start to question him. Can you imagine how talented the shopkeeper is? Take Tan Tou'er for example, do you believe that this is Tan Tou'er?"

Lao Zhang said with a serious look.

He pointed to Tan Tou'er on the side.

At this moment, Tan Tou'er, a sixteen-year-old resolute boy wearing a brocade robe, exuded an extraordinary temperament, as if he was a level higher than them.

Shunliu and Fatty San opened their mouths and wanted to say something, but they didn't say it in the end. In just one month, the dark-skinned Tantouer who looked unrecognizable at the time could be turned into what he is now. Such a thing is really hard for them to imagine.

Tantouer said lightly: "It's time to open the shop!"

Now, Shunliu, Fatty San, and Lao Zhang are each responsible for a place, while Tantouer is responsible for welcoming guests and watching people.

The three of them no longer looked down on Tantouer at this moment. They knew that Tantouer was now much closer to the shopkeeper than they were.

Without saying anything more, the three of them opened the door of the newly decorated tavern.

Although the tavern is as small as it was before, it has more ancient fragrance. If it weren't for the word "tavern", no one would have thought that such a secluded place was actually a place to drink.

And the signboard has now changed its name;

Seeking Fate Tavern!

This is the new name of the tavern now.

Three wooden signs, each about ten feet high, one on each side and one in the middle, divide the entrance aisle into two.

The left is for men, the right is for women!

Lao Zhang's wooden sign is in the middle, and Fatty San and Shunliu's wooden signs are on the left and right. The three of them stand behind the wooden signs and straighten their backs.

Although they don't know if anyone will come today, the three of them are very satisfied with their own part.

Tan Tou'er is behind the three of them. Among them, he has the heaviest responsibility.

This street is also very lively and prosperous. There are many people in Ping'an City. Although the tavern is located in a remote area, there are still many people coming and going.

Soon, someone noticed Chu Yan's tavern.

"Hey, why did the name of this tavern change? The wooden sign says... this..."

Soon, a pedestrian walked by unintentionally, but when he saw the handwriting on the wooden sign, he immediately looked strange.

"Everyone, come and see, it's so interesting, there are actually people doing business like this!"

"Haha, interesting, really interesting, is this boss crazy about money?"

"That's right, this is just sensationalism!"

...

At this moment, more and more people gathered, and everyone pointed at the three wooden signs.

In their opinion, what was said on the wooden signs was simply too funny.

Fat San, Shunliu, and Lao Zhang were nervous.

But with their respect for Chu Yan, they did not change their expressions.

Tan Tou'er was the calmest, and he said: "Today our store is open, anyone who is destined to come can enter the store!"

"Destined person? Young man, don't tease us anymore, are you looking for a destined person? This is obviously looking for a big head? I don't know how much wine I have drunk, but I haven't seen such an expensive one as yours!"

At this moment, an old man with extraordinary clothes walked out of the crowd, pointed at the wooden sign in front of Shunliu, and laughed.

There were many words written on the wooden sign:

Only three jars of wine are sold every day!

The first jar, one hundred taels of silver!

The second jar, one thousand taels of silver!

The third jar, ten thousand taels of silver!

Only the destined person can get it.

One hundred taels of silver is not a small amount. In the whole Ping An City, a jar of wine worth one hundred taels of silver is basically a sky-high price.

What kind of wine must be worth one thousand taels of silver? There are not many wines that can be sold at such a price in all these years.

As for ten thousand taels of silver, it is unheard of.

The wine worth ten thousand taels of silver has never appeared before. What kind of wine can be sold for ten thousand taels of silver?

In addition, it is unheard of for a store to sell only three jars of wine a day. Who would complain that they make too little money?

With all these things, the first wooden sign written by Chu Yan himself became a laughing stock in the eyes of everyone.

"The wine brewed by my shopkeeper is definitely far more than the set price!"

At this moment, Shunliu was a little dissatisfied and shouted immediately.

"What a joke, what a joke!"

"Too funny, profiteer, this is just a profiteer!"

"This is the first time I've seen such a person!"

...

At this moment, everyone laughed.

Shunliu and the others were silent. They knew that it was useless for them to say more. As long as someone tasted a jar of wine, they would know everything.

At this moment, the old man in brocade robes took a step forward, took out a hundred taels of silver, and said, "I want to see what the difference is between this hundred taels of silver and wine?"

When everyone saw this old man, they all recognized that this was Mr. Zhao. He was wealthy and old, and his only pleasure was drinking.

With that said, Member Zhao walked directly towards the tavern.

"Wait a minute, old man!"

Before he could enter, someone blocked him.

"What? You won't sell it again? Are you bullying me?"

When Zhao Yuanwai heard this, he immediately frowned.

"My father-in-law has misunderstood. My master has a rule. This wine is only sold to those who are destined to be together!"

The person who spoke, the official carbon leader, looked at Zhao Yuanwai and spoke.

"Who are you? Who is your master?"

Nowadays, Tan Tou'er has some attainments in artistic conception practice and has a good temperament. Zhao Yuanwai couldn't help but calm down his anger when he looked at Tan Tou'er.

"Junior Chu Yi, my master is the shopkeeper of this restaurant. As for my name, my master is used to an ordinary life, so I don't want to reveal it for now!"

When Mr. Tan opened his mouth, his voice was neither humble nor arrogant.

Mr. Tan has no name, because as long as he can remember, he was sold by human traffickers. His name comes from the fact that his face is always smeared darkly, and others call him that.

This Chu Yi was naturally named by Chu Yan.

When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but become a little curious about the shopkeeper. This person set such strange rules. Now someone comes to sell wine, but they don't sell it immediately. It depends on fate. Such things happen to everyone. First time heard of it.

"What is destiny and what is no destiny?"

Zhao Yuanwai put away his initial wild attitude and asked.

"May I ask why my father-in-law drank today?"

Chief Carbon asked.

At this time, everyone's eyes are also focused on it. They still need to answer questions to buy wine. What is this?

"Why do you drink?"

When Zhao Yuanwai heard this, he was in a daze.

Why do you drink? Zhao Yuanwai has been a drinker all his life. His favorite thing is drinking. But why do he drink?

"It seems that my father-in-law has not yet figured out why he drinks alcohol. He is not a destined person for this restaurant!"

Mr. Tan hugged Yuan Wai's fists.

"I just used money to defile you because I was too superficial!"

Zhao Yuanwai finished speaking and turned around to leave.

But he didn't go far, and arrived under an old locust tree opposite the tavern. He stood there, pacing back and forth, looking like he was thinking.

At this time, many people have already seen that this tavern is really extraordinary. If you don't make a profit, you won't make a profit.

Could it be that they are really looking for someone with a destiny?

At this moment, a burly middle-aged man walked out.

This man's muscles are bulging, and he looks like a worldly person with considerable martial arts skills.

He held a big knife on his back and said, "Forget the wine, why is your food so expensive? Is it a black shop?"

"It's the Crazy Sword!"

"It is rumored that this man is a chivalrous man who just killed a dog official in another city, and now he has come to my safe city!"

"This man is a hero!"

…

When everyone saw this man, they immediately stood in awe.

Obviously, this man with a knife behind his back is quite famous.

Everyone knows that Kuang Dao is the most chivalrous and righteous person, and the most disdainful of injustices. Now that Chu Yan's restaurant is suspected of being a black shop, he is naturally angry.

At this moment, everyone couldn't help but focus on the wooden sign in front of Fat San, which clearly read:

Every day, only three dishes are sold!

The first one, one hundred taels of silver!

The second way, a thousand taels of silver!

The third way, ten thousand taels of silver!

You can't get it unless you are destined.

This, turned out to be the same thing again.

When it comes to drinks, everyone can still accept the higher prices. But for a dish, let alone a thousand liang, I have never heard of it!

What ingredients are so expensive?

Faced with the crazy knife cook, Fat San was terrified. If it weren't for the use of force in this safe city, he would have been scared away if he thought there would be no danger.

But he still gritted his teeth and said: "The dishes recommended by my shopkeeper are worth far more than this price!"

Although I don’t know how good this shopkeeper’s brewing skills are, but for him to be able to do this for former member Zhao, it shows that he is extraordinary.

However, if the shopkeeper is a winemaker, why is he now a cook? If he is not a cook, how can he give instructions on dishes?