Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

In the past few days, Liao Chu found that the trend of the situation was a bit psychedelic.

He obviously opened a restaurant, and the breakfast and soup are also selling very well, but now why so many customers come to check in in groups, and when they enter the door, they say they want "sugar-free soy milk", "lemon mint water" and "sea salt lemon tea" "?

It's like a drink shop!

Later, when Aunt Zhao was chatting with people, she heard about the general process:

I don’t know how to spread the rumor that the drinks in this restaurant are very healthy, especially sugar-free, especially suitable for middle-aged and elderly friends and children.

First, Uncle Song and Old Man Li and their sunset red senior group came to check in every day to buy soy milk and porridge. Due to the large number of people and the uniform hair color, it caused onlookers, and then many people followed suit and queued up.

It was spectacular for a while.

Fortunately, Liao Chu had successfully recruited a waiter to help, otherwise he would have been too busy.

An old lady who just arrived came in without knowing it, and came to join in the fun when she saw people queuing up.

After queuing for a while, I was worried and hot, so I asked the old lady in front:

"Old sister, are you queuing here to get the eggs?"

A group of old men and women also had nothing to do early in the morning, and it was rare for someone to ask a question, so they became enthusiastic about popular science:

"What kind of eggs are you getting? This is a pure green healthy drink, and you won't change it for ten eggs."

The older people are, the more they love health care, which directly leads to repeated bans of health care product scams everywhere.

The visitor was dizzy, "How can there be no sugar in that sweet thing?"

"That's why it's called black technology," said the old man in front who understood it very well, "I like to pick on that old Li, you know?"

The new aunt raised her face and thought for a while, then slapped her thigh:

"Oh, now that I think about it, the one who plays the trumpet all day long!"

"Yes, that's him," the uncle became more eloquent, "I heard that he took a cup of soy milk to the laboratory that day, but he didn't pick out any thorns! You just say that he is not serious, right?"

His eloquence is excellent, his expressions are extremely rich, and there are many hand movements in the middle. His description is so vivid that he seems to be following the whole process.

Everyone was amazed.

Just as he was talking, he saw a tall and handsome young man coming out of the store, and suddenly said:

"There is no black technology."

The old man was upset, "Young man, don't be so outrageous, isn't there some micro-molecular polymer cuisine?"

Although they are old, their hearts are not old!You know all these things.

A few middle-aged people joined in the fun and started discussing with one another.

"Hey, do you know that old taste restaurant in Kyoto?"

"Then don't you know? It's not that there are so many advertisements recently, the promotion is very fierce, and it is claimed to lead the new trend of catering and food..."

"Bah," the middle-aged man who started talking angrily said, "Don't listen to their nonsense, does a really delicious restaurant need to be advertised? It's all nonsense.

Didn’t the old shopkeeper pass away a few years ago? After his son took over, the restaurant has been tossed into a mess. I heard that the chef team has undergone a major change.

I just do some trendy molecular cuisine all day long. Last month, I went to eat with my buddies, and the price doubled, but it’s nothing!Dogs ignore it!The family business created by the older generation is about to collapse. "

At the end, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sighed, with a deep loneliness in his expression.

Trendy Cuisine...

The phrase instantly brought back many not-so-good memories.

The handsome guy said coolly: "You don't need that for cooking, it's all IQ tax."

"The young man is right," the middle-aged man agreed very much, "Just look at it, those who have big gimmicks will not live long!"

Only true kung fu is eternal.

The uncle and aunt asked: "Young man, who are you, you speak so absolutely."

The handsome guy pointed to the shop, "The owner of this shop."

There was a sudden silence.

Liao Chu put down the notice board in his hand, "Sold out."

With that said, we are about to go inside.

"Hey, young man, wait a minute." The uncle who waited in line for a long time stopped him, "Then is there any sugar in your soybean milk?"

Liao Chu nodded, "There really isn't one."

All the elders and aunts breathed a sigh of relief, and they all showed expressions that it was true, what did I say.

"Look, isn't this still black technology!"

Liao Chu: "..."

Fine.

To be honest, the emotion fruit really cannot be explained with existing technology.

Just as he was about to go in, he saw a few people biubiu throwing a few steel coins into the fish tank, and then clasped their hands together and muttered:

"Bless my grandson to get into a good university next year."

"Bless my daughter for a smooth delivery."

Come here, make a wish before leaving.

The system prompt sound that has not been seen for a few days is a bit gloating:

"A small wave of weak Faith was detected."

Liao Chu: "..."

This is really out of the restaurant's control!

Asking for a natural birth or something, is it plausible to spread the word?

After the crowd dispersed, Liao Chu carried the fish tank to the balcony on the second floor.

Just don't put it on.

As a result, Chi Jiajia and the others came to eat at night, and the first sentence they said when they entered the door was:

"Boss, where is the wishing jar at your door?"

What a god wishing vat.

Liao Chu explained to them seriously, "That's an ordinary fish tank."

I bought it for pickles.

Chi Jiajia muttered in a low voice, "How is it possible? Brother Ji Peng and I have tried it ourselves."

Seeing that Liao Chu still wanted to speak, Hu Shun said, "Boss, they say respect ghosts and gods and stay away. It's better to be careful about such things."

Liao Chu thought carefully, what a ghost.

Don't look back and someone will report me for illegal fundraising.

It is absolutely impossible for the fish tank to be put out again.

It is impossible in this life.

The eyes of the diners are very complicated.

All right, you are the boss, you have the final say.

Tonight, Liao Chu made special beef jerky. There are two flavors: five-spice and spicy.

There is also boiled edamame.

The edamame is very tender, he didn't add extra spices, and only boiled it with a little salt.

When eating, twist the pods and squeeze lightly, and the round and plump green beans will pop out of the pods and eject into the mouth.

Strange to say, the beans don't have any special smell, but the meat is thick, soft and tender, but the more you eat, the more you like it.

Even Aunt Zhao, who has no interest in food, ordered two glasses of lavender mulberry wine, occasionally tore a little shredded beef into her mouth, picked up a few edamame beans, and took a sip of the wine.

The faint fruity aroma slowly diffused under the influence of alcohol, and turned into a hot stream from the throat all the way down, gradually spreading to the limbs.

When I looked out, it seemed that even the moonlight was a bit hazy.

After a few glasses of fruit wine, old man Song got excited and picked up the erhu standing by the wall.

"I'll take a stretch!"

The diners applauded after a tiring day, and even Liao Chu stopped their work and sat beside Guoguo to listen quietly.

Old man Song closed his eyes, and the silver-white moonlight shone through the street lamp, covering half of his body.

Like a silver veil.

Looking at it this way, his back is already a bit bent, and his skin is also covered with wrinkles, but his thin body burst out with great strength in an instant:

With a flick of the wrist covered with age spots, the bowstring suddenly swayed in an arc, and the unique melodious tone of the second string rang out.

so intense.

Like a hundred-foot waterfall under the moonlight, like a wild wind in the mountains and forests, it makes people tremble all over.

Liao Chu was a little surprised:

It turned out that those few boards and those strings could make such thunderous noises.

Pedestrians who went out to enjoy the shade were attracted.

Those who were joking didn't care about joking, and those who were arguing forgot to quarrel, and even the movement of fanning palms stopped.

After a while, the sound of the erhu suddenly rose after being lowered, like a startled beast.

The next moment, the high-pitched and clear suona sound interspersed, distinct but harmonious.

Two musical sounds intertwined, one lower and one higher.

The low one firmly supports the high one, and the high one also firmly follows the low one, just scrolling up like this, as if it is going to be sent to the sky.

I don't know how long it took, but the music suddenly stopped.

There was a dead silence inside and outside the store, as if even the cicadas were deterred.

A moment later, the sound of applause and applause exploded, like a raging tide under the night.

"it is good!"

"really not bad!"

"another one!"

The two old men looked at each other, both were very satisfied with tonight's impromptu performance.

Folk music and folk music are for the people to listen to, and if everyone is satisfied, it is the highest praise.