After entering the book, the young cannon fodder brought his short-lived mother to fly happily

Manager Qian's face darkened slightly: "I'm responsible for the operation of the restaurant, you take care of your own business!"

The waiter's eyes flashed with annoyance. He was angry that Shopkeeper Qian didn't give him face. He said angrily: "Shopkeeper Qian, you are the shopkeeper, not the boss. Do you believe that I can stop you from being the shopkeeper with just one letter?"

Shopkeeper Qian also sneered: "Whatever you want!"

This Mu Donglai, relying on being a relative of the boss, acted arrogantly in the restaurant. He didn't know how to do anything, so Manager Qian arranged him to be a kitchen helper. Half a month later, all the cooks came to resign.

Upon asking, I found out that he did nothing and did not say anything in the kitchen. He also gave instructions. He would eat all the dishes prepared by the chef if he liked them and ask them to be remade. If he didn't like them, he would stir them up with chopsticks, and sometimes even with his hands.

Whenever a cook was unwilling to do his job, he would act like a boss and scold him.

Shopkeeper Qian also wrote a letter to vaguely mention this to his boss, but his boss said that this was his relative and asked him to take good care of him.

What could Shopkeeper Qian do? Of course he could only move him to another position and let him do the shopping.

This was a big deal. Those long-term vegetable farmers were replaced by him, and the purchasing cost increased by one third, but the ingredients they bought were not half as good as before. Customers came happily, but left cursing after eating.

He was assigned to clean the house, but he was nowhere to be seen every day.

He was assigned to be a waiter, but he acted like a big boss. While other waiters were busy, he was sneaky and even spilled food on the customers.

Helplessly, Manager Qian had to arrange him to be a waiter at the door. Because of this person, many regular customers stopped coming.

A regular customer said, "Old Qian, you're not the only restaurant in town. Your waiter needs to change his temper!"

He also talked to Mu Donglai, but Mu Donglai didn't take him seriously at all. Even though he was a waiter, he often ran from the front hall to the back kitchen, treating him like his own family.

It's really like a single bad apple spoils the whole barrel.

Now that the restaurant's performance is not good, he tends to interfere more often.

The shopkeeper was also feeling angry. He thought that the restaurant's revenue this year would definitely be at the bottom. Other shopkeepers would happily receive rewards from their boss, but he would only disappoint his boss and be laughed at by those shopkeepers.

It’s all because of Mu Donglai.

He called Zhao Susu and her daughter into the store and had someone weigh them. "The pheasant is three catties and three ounces, and one catty is 28 wen, a total of 92.4 wen. The eggs are one wen each, and yours are pheasant eggs, so I'll give you one and a half wen, five of which make a total of 7.5 wen. The mushrooms are two catties and seven ounces, and one catty is 10 wen, 27 wen, a total of 126.9 wen. So, I'll give you 130 wen, what do you think?"

Zhao Susu was already stunned. She had almost sold the pheasant for 25 coins before, but how much did the shopkeeper tell her now? Even these eggs and mushrooms could be sold for more than 100 coins?

She thanked him profusely: "Thank you, shopkeeper, thank you, shopkeeper!"

"Mr. Qian, you don't treat the boss's money as real money. You are paying more than a hundred coins for this broken thing? I will definitely go to my uncle to report you!" The waiter got anxious when he heard it and jumped out to stop them.

"Go ahead if you want to!" Shopkeeper Qian glanced at him and said coldly, "I spend my own money to buy food for my own family. What does it have to do with you? What does it have to do with the restaurant?"

After saying that, he pulled out the purse from his waist and began to count the money.

"Manager Qian, why don't you put the fresh mountain products in the restaurant for the customers to eat, but instead take them home to eat them all by yourself? This won't do!"

A voice was smiling and the tone was very familiar.

Shopkeeper Qian looked up and saw two people walking into the restaurant, a man in his thirties wearing a long robe, who was gentle and thin, and a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The clothes the boy wore were much better than the man's. They were made of brocade. There was brocade in the town, but it was not as good as the one the man was wearing.

Shopkeeper Qian said with a smile: "So it's Master Zhou, what are you doing..."

This person is also a regular customer, but he was angered by Mu Donglai twice and doesn't come here often anymore.

Mr. Zhou was the teacher of the only private school in the town. He ran the school for ten years and taught four scholars. Among those scholars, one later passed the imperial examination and became a juren.

You know, there are 600 to 700 candidates in the 15 counties of Xinglin Prefecture, and only the top 50 are admitted. If a candidate can become a scholar, he will be famous in the county. After all, some counties directly shave their heads.

It is amazing that Master Zhou has been able to teach so many people that people from all over the country are willing to send their children to him.

Master Zhou smiled and introduced casually: "I brought my students here to eat today, and I just happened to hear you talking. Did you receive a pheasant? Then I will order this dish!"

Shopkeeper Qian was just sulking with Mu Donglai, but now that there was business, and it was from the famous Master Zhou in town, Shopkeeper Qian immediately smiled and said, "No problem, you two can go sit upstairs. I'll take the pheasant to the kitchen and stew it for you!"

The two of them walked upstairs. As the young man went upstairs, he glanced at Zhao Susu and her daughter. His eyes fell on Meng Yu and he raised his eyebrows slightly. How could a person have so many patches on his clothes?

Shopkeeper Qian turned around and said to Zhao Susu: "I'll get the money from the account! Come over here!" Since the customer wanted it, of course he wouldn't pay for it out of his own pocket. As he said that, he walked towards the counter.

Zhao Susu followed.

Mu Donglai rolled his eyes wildly, and the look he gave Zhao Susu and the other person seemed to be filled with poison.

Country bumpkin!

Meng Yu stuck out her tongue at him, made a face, and then pointed her thumb downward in a direction that only he could see.

Mu Donglai didn't know what that meant, but looking at the cunning look in the child's eyes, he knew it was not a good thing.

He was immediately furious. He had not yet vented his anger because he had not hit him just now. He immediately rushed towards Meng Yu and raised his hand to slap him.

Meng Yu's eyes lit up. She might not be good at other things, but she was familiar with fighting.

The small body turned to the side, circled and rushed forward, slid and kicked Mu Donglai in the front leg bone.

"Ouch!" Mu Donglai squealed like a pig in pain!

When the shopkeeper Qian and Zhao Susu heard the voice and turned around, they saw his raised palm and a child rolling at his feet.

Zhao Susu was anxious and rushed over to pick up Meng Yu, almost crying with anxiety.

Shopkeeper Qian also hurried forward and angrily said, "Mu Donglai, you even hit a child? Are you still a human being?"

Mu Donglai cried out in pain while holding his leg. He almost passed out after hearing this. He angrily said, "Are you blind? It was this brat who hit me!"

Meng Yu's eyes were filled with tears: "Mom, it hurts, it hurts so much, wuwuwu..."

How could a child lie? Look at her pitiful appearance, and the thin and malnourished appearance of her mother and daughter.

Shopkeeper Qian was so angry that he was fuming. His finger was shaking as he pointed at Mu Donglai. It was obvious that he was really angry: "You usually have a bad temper and offend customers, so that's fine, but now you have the heart to hit a child? You hit someone and you don't admit it. How could she hit you with such a young child?"