The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

Boss Huang approached Song Ruan for the expansion of the restaurant, because the area of ​​the new restaurant has doubled, and the place is much more spacious. Unknowingly, it is already comparable to many top-notch restaurants in the capital, so everyone discussed it. , I want to make a small modification to the restaurant's plaque - change Nanshan Restaurant into Nanshan Restaurant.

Restaurant and restaurant are two completely different concepts, which also means that Nanshan Small Restaurant has officially taken a solemn step from a common restaurant to a high-end restaurant.Changing the name is not a trivial matter, the first thing to do is to seek the consent of the shopkeeper.

Fortunately, Song Ruan understood everyone's feelings very well, because he also thought so in his heart.

"It's okay to change the name."

He looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him, and waved his hands again and again, "Let's forget about it, my handwriting is really not very good-looking. Or...let Zhang Scholar write it."

Zhang Shusheng was very persistent at this time, "Mr. Song, you are the shopkeeper of this store, and I am not. At first I helped you to mention it because your writing is not good, but now you write a lot, and you can't write well. It is much more pleasing to the eye, so of course you still have to carry this plaque yourself."

As he said, he took out an account book from behind, flipped to an insignificant place, and showed everyone Song Ruan's handwriting, "Look, although it's not as good as everyone's, Fang Fangzheng wrote every stroke, no It's also very good."

"That's right! It's a good word."

"I, Huang Laosan, don't even know a single word."

"The words written by the shopkeeper are obviously very beautiful. They are correct, just like the words in a book."

"Yeah, if I were to write it, I would definitely not be able to write such beautiful characters!"

Zhang Shusheng made a start, and everyone also praised him with their eyes closed, wishing to blow Song Ruan's characters so that there was nothing in the sky, only the characters given by Yuci could match it.

Song Ruan couldn't take it anymore after listening halfway through, and stretched out her hand to interrupt them, dumbfounded, "Okay, okay, I'll write."

"Let me tell you first, my handwriting is really bad. If you don't write it well, don't hang it up."

"How can the shopkeeper's handwriting be bad?"

"That's right, the shopkeeper is too modest!"

The guys around him started talking nonsense again, they just refused to agree to him.

Song Ruan knew what they were thinking, but he still knew how heavy his handwriting was.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet, went up and took the ink-soaked brush from Zhang Scholar, repeatedly smoothed the brocade silk with his left hand, stretched the brush into the inkstone nervously, rolled it around, and took a deep breath. He took a deep breath, calmed down, and slowly stained the silk with ink.

He knew that his handwriting was not good-looking, so he could only make ends meet, so he didn't try to show off his skills. Instead, he wrote each word honestly, stroke by stroke, and waited until the last one was finished. At that moment, a thin layer of hot sweat even oozed from his palms.

Song Ruan put down the pen, looked at his handwriting like a primary school student, and shook his sore wrist with embarrassment, "The writing is not good...how about changing to Zhang Xiucai?"

"I think I can."

Yang Yuan took a step forward, pulled Song Ruan's wrist over very naturally, and massaged it with his fingers, "The important thing is not whether the writing is good or not, what matters is that you wrote it, and the meaning is completely different. .”

"It's just you who are delusional."

Song Ruan coughed unnaturally, he was quite embarrassed to be held by Yang Yuan in full view of everyone, but when he looked up, he saw that everyone had an expression of "of course, that's it", so he didn't give up his hand. retracted.

Yang Yuan tilted her head to look at the tips of his slightly red ears, smiled lightly, and then turned to Boss Huang, "Okay, hang up the things, be careful."

Boss Huang grinned happily, carefully picked up the pair of silk paper, and put it into the plaque, and then asked a few young and strong guys to hold stools, and several people carefully hung up the new plaque go up.

New plaque, new atmosphere.

Song Yue was very efficient in handling affairs. Within two days, a sample of the new table and chairs was delivered. Song Ruan called everyone over, collected some opinions on the table and chairs, and then compiled a draft and asked Lu Luo to send it to the eldest brother.

Not only new tables and chairs, but also dishes, decorations, kitchen extensions, etc., all need to be well arranged.

Coupled with the fact that the business has been very good in the past few days, Song Ruan was so busy that his feet were not touching the ground when the two sides were put together. Fortunately, Yang Yuan saw that he was so busy that his eyes were black and black, so he slowly took over the work of the store. Business, helped him share a lot.

One day, Song Ruan was calculating the cost of the expansion and renovation of the new restaurant, and the abacus was crackling, when suddenly a cup of warm tea was handed in front of him, he thought it was Yang Yuan, so he said without raising his head, "Put it there , By the way, my elder brother said that a new batch of chairs has been delivered, have you checked them out?"

"The shopkeeper is me."

It was Zhang Shusheng's voice.

"I took you as Yang Yuan."

Only then did Song Ruan raise his head, a little surprised and a little embarrassed.

Zhang Shusheng smiled, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit opposite him, looking as if he had something to say.

Song Ruan saw that his expression didn't look like a joke, but was a bit serious, so his heart skipped a beat, and the movements of his hands slowly stopped, "What's the matter? You have something to tell me."

"Ah."

Zhang Shusheng nodded, sighed for a long time, and said as if he had made up his mind, "Shopkeeper, the autumn test is coming soon."

Autumn test?

Song Ruan was startled, and suddenly realized that Zhang Shusheng's first trip to Beijing was not to make a living, but to study and seek an official.

The farewell that he never thought of was suddenly in front of him, he unconsciously let go of the hand holding the abacus, and his voice lowered, "So soon... When is it?"

"The autumn test is in early August."

Early August.

Song Ruan looked up at the sky outside, and murmured, "So it's already July..."

He turned his head and met the slightly gloomy eyes of the last scholar, "Then... when are you going to leave?"

"It's mid-July."

Zhang Shusheng lowered his head and apologized repeatedly, "Shopkeeper, I'm sorry, I should have said it earlier..."

In fact, he only remembered the autumn test in the past few days.

He helps out in the shop during the day and reads at night when he goes back to light up the lamp. Although he is a little tired, his life is very fulfilling.If he hadn't happened to hear a few scholars talking about the autumn exam on the street a few days ago, he would have almost forgotten that he didn't go to Beijing to work in Nanshan Restaurant to earn money, but...but to gain fame in the exam.

"sorry."

Zhang Shusheng covered his face, his voice trembling slightly, "Shopkeeper, I should have remembered earlier..."

He should have remembered his original intention earlier, otherwise he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable when he was about to leave.

He has no father and no mother, and he is alone. When he was alone in Beijing, he met such a nice person as the shopkeeper. He also met Mr. Yang who seemed indifferent and naive but very reliable, and the three brothers of the Huang family who looked irritable but were like family members. ...

Having been together for so long, he has already regarded everyone in Nanshan Restaurant as his own relatives.

"What are you crying about?"

Song Ruan patted him on the shoulder, feeling like he was coaxing a child again, and couldn't help laughing, "You are going to take the test for fame, if you win the championship in one fell swoop, you will have a bright future waiting for you, wait for it It's too inferior to us here; if you lose your name, it doesn't matter. If you don't have this fate this year, you can stay here for another year and try again in the next year. If you fail every year in the exam, it's better to be an accountant in a restaurant and save your life. It’s also good to spend some money to open a private school.”

"The shopkeeper's..."

Zhang Shusheng wiped his red eyes, feeling as if his throat was congested, and he couldn't answer as eloquently as before.

Song Ruan picked up the bowl of tea that he handed over, and took a sip. The tea was already slightly cold, but it didn't affect its taste in the slightest—this skill of making tea was also taught by Song Ruan when he was free. his.

Zhang Shusheng has always been such a person, if you give him a foot, he will return another foot.

"Go, let go of your hands and feet and take the exam."

Song Ruan smiled and said, "If you are named on the gold list, I will treat you with a feast."