At this moment, the first group of guests were waiting to taste the red wine. After the wine was served, they all started to taste it impatiently.

Then, verbal abuse broke out.

"My Cao, what's the thing? Can this be called red wine?"

"Boss, are you fooling around? I've been queuing for a long time, and you actually feed me shit?"

"This red wine is so bad, what the hell?"

"Isn't this the red wine that costs 34 yuan a bottle in the small supermarket outside?"

...

With the swearing, more and more customers left, and went out, cursing and queuing to the signature dishes. Song Zhong was crying, thinking that you are so fucking free drinks and such a big opinion? Could it be that I would even let me get a bottle of Lafite for each of you for 1982?

The bald uncle was surprised when he saw this scene. He turned his eyes around and asked Ma Tianyao in a low voice.

"Tianyao, have you been looking for a hijack?"

Ma Tianyao smiled mysteriously, making the bald uncle even more determined. However, after savoring the Black Wood Dragon, Ling Yun finally understood what Ma Tianyao meant to be the king of quality.

She handed over with half a glass of red wine.

"Uncle, try it."

The bald uncle thought to himself that it was just red wine? What type of red wine has never been drunk? White, red, domestic, foreign, and even I have brewed it several times before.

I took the wine glass for no reason, took a sip and immediately widened my eyes.

"I, Cao, Tianyao? Is this the wine we make ourselves? Did you make it with black wood dragon?"

"Haha, yes, isn't that okay?"

"What does it mean? It's so good! This taste is absolutely amazing!!!"

After the bald uncle praised it, he drank the rest in one gulp, and praised it again.

"This taste is so good, sour and sweet, mixed with alcohol, like grape juice and wine. It is comfortable to enter and strong enough, so I'm afraid it's over ten degrees. The wine sold outside is basically mixed with grape flavors, which is not as good as ours?

No wonder these people have all come back. How can this quality wine be compared with the garbage from Zizaiju wholesale?"

At this moment, as more and more people began to verbally abuse, more and more people left Zizaiju, and the people queuing outside also began to question, and most of them also left.

Song Zhong was stunned at this moment, thinking that could this sour and unpalatable black wood dragon really make such a good wine? He scratched his ears and heads and couldn't figure it out.

I want to go over and try it now, but I really can't hide my face. I want the people in the store to go, but they don't let them pack it out. I want to replace the entire store with Lafite in 1982, but the boss behind it doesn't have the ability.

The most important thing is that in 1982, there was not so much Rafi for him to drink for others for free. Even if there was, he still wanted to keep it for himself.

This time, Song Zhong completely miscalculated. He himself did not expect that following the trend for free would actually cause so many customers to be unhappy.

Two days later, Zizaiju basically had no customers and all went to the signature dishes.

"I, this wine is so delicious!"

"It's good, it's worth queuing. I just give you a small cup at a time, so I can't satisfy you."

"It's estimated that it will be no longer free soon. You can still drink alcohol and don't miss any opportunity..."

...

In the signature vegetable store, those who had drunk wine were highly praised. Everyone who was still queuing outside was surging Adam's apples and was waiting to enter.

Three days later, Zizaiju was really cold. Although it was free, it was still difficult to retain customers. Many people who had come to Ma Tianyao’s restaurant to drink, and at the same time, they also ate. After eating, they even scolded Zizaiju for being so bloody.

"I, Cao, not only is it hard to drink, but the food is also garbage."

"No wonder it's free every day, it's far worse than other people's signature dishes."

"This is called cheap but not good. Maybe the ingredients he used for home are not fresh, but the signature dishes are reliable. They are all signatures, and even wine is the signature among the signatures."

...

At the same time, while drinking, these people also slowly discovered that the food in Ma Tianyao's restaurant was even more delicious, which also accumulated another group of loyal fan customers for the signature dishes.

Song Zhong has been having a dark face these two days. At this moment, he saw several waiters gathered together to smoke and play cards, and he was furious and scolded everyone.

I went upstairs angrily and called the middleman to report the situation again.

"...It's not me that I'm shirking responsibility, it's really Ma Tianyao who is too cunning, and his cooking skills are really good. The wine you sent here this time has a very big opinion on the customers. It's said that it's not as good as the red wine made by Ma Tianyao..."

At this time, Song Zhong felt a little regretful, thinking that why were you so stupid at the beginning? Why did you sell the Black Wood Dragon Grape to Ma Tianyao for five yuan?

Why didn’t I know how to make wine? Otherwise, these Black Mulong wines now are all their own, and these customers are naturally their own.

"...Well... I have no good idea now. The chefs here are already top-notch in terms of food. If you really want to bring the guests back, I think... I'm afraid I can only find a master who knows how to make wine and knows how to support the venue... OK... OK..."

After calling, Song Zhong was about to leave the office, but unexpectedly, the call from the middleman called back.

"Well, OK! OK! I'll feel relieved, I'm confident! I will definitely take down Ma Tianyao for the boss!"

When he hung up the phone, he looked happy.

"Haha, this time there should be no problem."

...

Three days later, a group of uninvited guests came to Ma Tianyao's signature dish!!!

Song Zhong stood in the front, followed by three or four bodyguards in black suits, surrounded by a thin old man with his hands behind his back.

"What are you here for? Want to have a meal and queue up?"

The bald uncle frowned and drove the person out. Song Zhong smiled and ignored the bald uncle, but directly shouted at Ma Tianyao at the bar.

"Tianyao, I heard that the wine you made is good. I specially invited Mr. Du Yu, a wine tycoon, to come and try it. You won't be welcome."

He pointed to the thin old man next to him. The old man was wearing Tang suit, with sparse hair on his head, and his hands were covered with proud faces. He didn't seem to think that such a street shop could have any good wine.

This time he came here for money.

Although Song Zhong introduced it, Ma Tianyao didn't know the other party at all, so she was even more arrogant than the other party and waved her hand impatiently.

"If you want to drink, queue up."

"you!"

Song Zhong was so bored that he was self-inflicted that a sharp and fierce look flashed on his face! But in a flash, he suddenly laughed.
Chapter completed!