Survival rules for restaurants: cooking and eating melons at the same time

"What's going on?" An Qiao went straight to Qi Tao without even waiting to see who was on the other side.

Qi Tao pursed his lips in grievance, "My dear, you're back." Perhaps it was because he saw An Qiao coming back and felt a sense of security in an instant, Qi Tao, who had been holding on for the entire afternoon, burst into tears in grievance.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Tell me." An Qiao patted Qitao's back gently, comforting him.

"Not long after the young lady and Brother Tong left, many people came. I entertained them according to the previous method, but today I have limited manpower. The few girls that the young lady just bought are not very experienced. After I finished the outside, I had to check the inside. I sent extra drinks to each table, thinking that nothing could go wrong. Who knew that these people would be weird over the smallest things? At first, I thought it was our problem. Jinli apologized to many people. Who knew they still wouldn't give in and spoke harshly." Qi Tao's voice was a little choked, and An Qiao also felt that something was wrong, so she asked again, "Then what?"

"Then they left cursing, and more people like this came in. I felt something was wrong, so I asked Shuanzi to pretend to be a guest and come in from the main entrance, and let him listen to what was going on in the lobby. I found out that these people were fans of Young Master Luochuan. Because Young Master Luochuan didn't get first place in our restaurant, and didn't even get any ranking, they got angry and said that vulgar restaurants are for vulgar people. They kept making things difficult for us in different ways for the whole day. I originally thought that forget it, they were all guests, and I could just endure it. Who knew that Young Master Luochuan came in person not long after the afternoon." As he said this, he gestured to An Qiao to look over there.

Young Master Luochuan was sitting on the second floor at this time, half leaning on a recliner with a sickly figure, watching the farce below nonchalantly, with an attitude that he had done a good job.

"Mr. Luochuan came and said he wanted to learn the poems of the top three. He stood there with a face full of sarcasm. So his fans became even more excited, thinking that since Mr. Luochuan came to slap them in the face, we should be ashamed. Since Mr. Luochuan came, these fans have become more difficult. Jinli couldn't help but say a few words. If it was a good poem, why couldn't other people see it? Only Mr. Luochuan and his fans thought that Mr. Luochuan was invincible. As a result, he was slapped by a ruthless young lady, who said that Jinli was... said that Jinli was something that was not worthy of being on the table. He dared to comment without even knowing the characters. The people who eat and work in this restaurant are uneducated, and the people who are selected are all garbage. What happened to the table of dishes that had just been served? He threw away the silver ingot and left. Jinli picked up the silver ingot and came back, but was ridiculed for being spineless. After cleaning the table, Jinli said he was not feeling well and went back to the backyard. He hasn't come out yet." Qitao said a lot of words in one breath, his eyes full of grievances. An Qiao was so angry that she took a few deep breaths.

He turned around and looked at the fans who were still gloating, then glanced at Young Master Luochuan, then smiled at everyone, "Dear guests, thank you for coming to our restaurant to dine. However, the poetry reading we held before was a formal poetry reading, and the ballot paper has been hanging on the wall and no one has touched it." As he spoke, he glanced at the people who were still looking disdainful. An Qiao remembered the young lady who was making the most noise among them. She had come to the poetry reading that day, and he could even find her ballot paper.

An Qiao pointed at the young lady, "The voting in our store is a real-name system. Everyone votes with an admission ticket. This young lady was also here that day. If I remember correctly, she voted for the first place winner, Qingya Jushi. Many of Qingya Jushi's writing styles are very similar to that of Luochuan Gongzi. If nothing unexpected happens, this young lady guessed wrong. Of course, she would guess wrong. Qingya Jushi is a poet who traveled all over the country ten years ago. There are many poems that the emperor and the empress like. But he was very low-key that day. He brought a bamboo hat to eat, and left after he handed in the poem."

An Qiao almost said it out loud, your Young Master Luochuan plagiarized what Qingya Jushi Huo said.

With a faint smile, An Qiao continued, "In order to prevent counterfeiting, our restaurant uses special paper when issuing admission tickets. It looks very tough, but it will break if you poke it. This young lady should be called Yin Qiuqiu. I have a deep impression of her. Your voting ticket is still on it. Since you voted for Qingya Jushi, why are you coming back to bite me today? You said that those who eat in my restaurant are all uneducated."

An Qiao couldn't help but feel happy when she saw everyone's faces getting darker and darker.

"I welcome you all to come to the restaurant to eat, but I can only ban you from entering for such behavior. Please apologize to my brothers and sisters, otherwise I will write about your Luochuan Master and you in a picture book tomorrow and spread it to all major restaurants."

An Qiao's voice carried a warning tone, and many people were indeed stunned. Whether for Young Master Luochuan or for themselves, they had no choice but to shut up.

An Qiao couldn't help but laugh out loud as she looked at Yin Qiuqiu's face, which turned pale and blue.

Qi Tao also smiled with a rare look of relief. God knew how much she blamed herself and doubted herself today.

"So what? Your store is running shady. Our young master writes such good poems. Who can see them if you post them in such a corner?" Someone else continued to argue stubbornly.

"Why don't you say anything about the third place limerick that's still in the corner?" An Qiao responded bluntly. As expected, irrational fans are always so unreasonable in any era.

"What I'm saying is that our young master has been treated unfairly. Don't use others as a shield." The young lady continued to speak with her hands on her hips.

At this point, An Qiao could only tell what happened that day, "Oh, no wonder. That day, your young master looked pitiful and asked me to hang his poem directly. It turned out that he knew he couldn't get first place and was afraid of losing face. Then you guys agreed that I would help your young master with the secrets for me to give you some money."

An Qiao looked at the fans sarcastically, then looked at Mr. Luochuan who could no longer maintain his facial expression, "Dear guests, our store is about to close, please leave when you are full."

The fan wanted to argue again, but seeing that many fans behind him seemed to have finally realized that he was a shield, they all turned around and left. Helplessly, he could only mutter, "Our son is in poor health, and you guys are unreasonable. Is that a big deal? We'll see."

An Qiao also heard these words, but didn't say anything, just smiled faintly. If they came to make trouble every day, that would also be an income, which is almost like someone paying for her pension insurance in advance.

Young Master Luochuan came down slowly from the upstairs when he saw that most people had left. When he passed by An Qiao, he smiled and said in an extremely gentle voice in An Qiao's ear, "Miss An is really eloquent. I admire you. I don't know how your tongue grows. I really want to pull it out and have a look."