After thinking about it, only hot pot is suitable for Zhang Erlai's cooking skills, while hot pot requires an additional stove on each table, which requires a second-rate cost. Kanto is more satisfied with cooking, and the price is not expensive. You only need to cook the bottom of the pot and you can also follow the method of big bone soup. People in the county are still unfamiliar with big bone soup and can attract some diners. Add some simple buns, dumplings, millet porridge, and you can stand in some markets.

After more than half a month, it was finally about to open. I put a few firecrackers in the morning and hung up the restaurant sign: Wu Ji Catering.

In order to attract the guests on the first day, Wu Daguang made a lot of money, and the price was so low that he almost only made a fortune.

Regardless of rural counties and districts, who doesn’t want to take advantage of it? Because it was the first day, Wu Daguang shouted at the door, and there was not even a waiter, leaving Zhang Erlai alone in the kitchen.

"Don't miss it when you pass by. Wu Ji Guandong Boiling is a good start. We will do the lowest price activity here. The price is so low that you can't imagine. It's only 50 cents, and you can eat and drink enough."

"Stop and stop, old man, uncle, aunt, aunt, handsome guy and little beauties, this store is open for good..." Wu Daguang took advantage of the peak period to make peace.

Xinghua was wearing a fluffy skirt and stood clean at the door. As long as there were guests, she would explain how to eat Kanto. It was very simple. During the event: vegetarian food costs four skewers, and vegetarian food costs two cents a skewers. Choose to cook it in the pot.

This way of eating is very novel in a small county town. Those who enter the store are all young people, who are brave enough to try new things.

“Can this thing taste delicious?”

"It looks like a hodgepodge, isn't it a scent?"

"It doesn't smell good. Can you cook when you open a restaurant?"

Before I taste it, complain first.

Wu Daguang heard the comments of the customers entering the store at the door and explained: "Yes, what you see and what you smell are not the real taste. Compared with other dishes, it cannot attract the taste buds of diners with the fragrant aroma. Its uniqueness is that it hides all the flavors in the food itself introvertedly, and is stingy and does not allow others to feel its breath."

Someone smiled and said, "Boss, you are almost blowing to heaven."

"Yes, boss, you're not as amazing as you said."

Wu Daguang was not discouraged and continued, "When diners tolerate its stinginess, once they taste it, it will resonate with the taste buds. Unconsciously, you will find that your taste has fallen in love with it." Wu Daguang saw that everyone present was young and made some jokes: "Are you looking for a partner, are you looking at your face or your inner self? If you say you look at your face, I will deeply despise you. When you look at your face, you are in love, when you look at your inner self, you are life, and when you cook in your Kanto, you are ordinary in appearance, but it will give you a sense of comfort."

"Boss, I'll just say this to you. I'll try it, but I won't believe it anymore. What's as good as you said." The diner didn't believe in evil and said to Zhang Erlai: "Give me one dollar and then another bowl of noodles."

At present, only one person is willing to pay for it, and the others are watching and watching. Their mental activity is that if this person says it is unpalatable, they will definitely turn around and leave.

The diner who bought the first bowl of Kanto cooked was so uncomfortable sitting on the chair. It was the first time he had eaten under everyone's eyes, but he couldn't even pick up the noodles with chopsticks.

After finally taking a bite, the unique taste of Kanto Cook dissipated in the mouth. It cannot be said that it is a fragrance. It is indeed very down-to-earth and not irritating. It can even make the saliva secrete unconsciously. It is not hungry and the stomach is rumbling. It is a protest of demand.

When I watched the fun, I heard the protest from the first diner from my stomach and couldn't help asking.

"How about it, tell me?"

The first diner picked up the bowl, took a sip of the soup with a moisturizing sip, and smashed his mouth. His expression was so comfortable: "I have never eaten Guandong cooked so old. I can't say it tastes good, but I just want to eat it. Who, give me another bowl of noodles, add 50 cents to the dish, and bring more spicy soup."

When Zhang Erlai heard this, he shouted: "Okay."

The first one was fishy, ​​and the others were even more curious. The dozen people poured into the store each cooked a bowl of Kanto. There was no waiter, and they all served it themselves.

"You can't say it, I ate this thing for the first time, fresh, fresh, so fresh,"

"What does this taste like? I can't describe it."

"Whatever you care about, just be sure of the taste."

Wu Daguang was also worried that this way of eating would not be accepted, and now it seems that he is in vain.

Food is not a food that is elegant. Many food comes from the folk, from a peasant woman’s home, in front of a stall, or inadvertent creation. Only after passing through the taste buds of the public can it be considered real food.

Kanto Cook is only open to diners who dare to try it, which is its unique food style.

Seeing that the response was pretty good, Wu Daguang climbed up with a pole: "Not only does it mean to cook, but also set up fried skewers at night, with fried skewers with beer. A group of friends chatted and ripped their kids. The little life is so moist."

"Boss, it's a pity that you don't talk about it. Even dead people can make you live." said the diner.

"How can I blame me? What I just said is the truth. Honest people tell the truth. It is reasonable and well-founded. Look, have I lie to you? I didn't say that Guandong is very delicious, but it is good for my appetite. I said that beer with fried skewers in the evening, which must be bad for my appetite." Wu Daguang smiled.

Wu Daguang's small restaurant was chatting and fucking. The restaurant that was closed at the intersection had just opened the door. Boss Wang had already gotten used to sleeping until he woke up naturally. Every time he woke up, it was almost noon.

As soon as I left the door, I heard two young girls chatting by: "I just opened a restaurant called Wu Ji Restaurant there. It seems like a dish called Guandong Cook. This name is quite domineering and has no appetite at all. You said he can really cook Guandong."

"I looked at the person shouting at the door who looked pretty and wanted his bp number."

"Then you go and ask for it, go for a meal, and get the number here."

"Then let's go tonight."

"good."

...

The girls walked away, but they couldn't hear the words behind them.

Boss Wang stood at the door and looked towards Wu Ji Restaurant. Wu Daguang's silly roe deer was still trying hard to greet the guests, but there were not many people entering the door. He never expected that the two local bullies would really have the courage to open the restaurant.

Can anyone be there? There must be no one. His ancestral skills cannot be made. Just because the two IQs combined are not enough for the local gulf, can they open a restaurant? That's really funny. I really think it's so easy to open a restaurant.

I deserve it, I will pay you to death.
Chapter completed!