I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

The old gentleman's name was Zhu Wen, and he rarely encountered anything so pleasing to him.

Today, I've finally met someone like that.

Zhu Wen held a book of rough paper written with a crooked brush in his hands. The paper was wrinkled and yellowed, so he guessed that it must have been picked up from some corner. However, the sewing technique of the book cover was quite professional and pleasing to the eye. The book clearly recorded the key points and difficulties of making medicinal cuisine.

Fang Xiaoxiao crossed her arms, mentally calculating how much money the other party should offer her...

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Zhu Wen finally finished reading the book on the straw paper in his hand.

He looked up at the person in front of him, planning in his mind how to reach a cooperation agreement.

“Miss Fang, your medicinal cuisine is indeed excellent, but it lacks practical application. Please forgive my boldness, but may I invite you to my shop to study it?”

"Of course, this won't be a wasted trip. As long as you can achieve 80% of the desired effect according to the recipe, I will pay you a small reward as a token of my appreciation."

It's just something to do, nothing special.

Fang Xiaoxiao was secretly pleased, though she was afraid the other party wouldn't want her to do it.

If that's the case, then this old man is no different from the previous story of Yaojitang; they're all a bunch of thieves.

He immediately nodded to indicate that there was absolutely no problem, and then took the lead to follow him to the shop.

……

To be honest, the shop the old man opened was truly astonishing.

The three-story building is located in the middle of the busiest street, surrounded by a lively and bustling crowd.

However, it's strange that the shop doesn't have a signboard.

Fang Xiao glanced at the empty space above her head. Logically speaking, it was really too stingy of a shop of this size not to even hang a signboard.

She knew that although the old man was somewhat generous, his clothing was quite shabby. If she hadn't experienced the hidden talents of Shenzhen in her previous life, she might have been fooled by his appearance.

Back when she was interning at a private hospital in Shenzhen.

At the beginning, we would always receive a group of men wearing white vests and shorts, with a bunch of keys hanging from their waistbands and flip-flops on their feet. They walked with a clattering sound, not much different from old men who collect recyclables.

The only difference was that the old man who collected recyclables had aluminum cans and pliers hanging from his waist, while they carried a large bunch of keys.

These old men always seem to come to their hospital for treatment, whether they have a headache or a fever, or they simply don't pretend and, upon seeing a pretty young woman, they'll go up to her and ask if she has a boyfriend and if she wants them to introduce her to one.

The young girls would always nod and smile to indicate no, their eyes filled with anticipation, hoping the old men would introduce them immediately.

At first, she didn't quite understand why a group of old men always liked to talk about these topics with young girls. Later, she realized that they were introducing potential partners to their grandsons, and that each of the old men was a Faraday.

From then on, Fang Xiaoxiao no longer looked down on the old man, and even looked forward to him introducing her to potential partners.

Unfortunately, before the old man could introduce her to a potential partner, she received her medical school acceptance letter.

Zhu Wen walked up to her and saw her staring blankly at the empty doorway. He smiled a little embarrassedly.

"I haven't decided on a name for this medicinal cuisine restaurant yet, so I haven't had anyone hang up the signboard."

As he said this, he glanced at the person next to him, as if he had thought of something, and then tried to ask a question.

"Miss Fang, I have a request that I shouldn't make, but I don't know if I should say it?"

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Fang Xiaoxiao was slightly taken aback when she heard this. She turned around and looked at the other person. Seeing his sincere expression, she had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Zhu Wen then asked her if she could help him think of a name for the restaurant.

Hmm, the restaurant's name...

Fang Xiaoxiao touched her chin, somewhat hesitant. She didn't know anything about these things. Although naming someone was simple, what if she gave them a bad name? Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?

Originally, she wanted to refuse, thinking the old gentleman was asking if she could stay at the restaurant for a few more days, but she never expected that he wanted her to name the restaurant.

"It's so frustrating. I suddenly realize how little I know. What name should I choose that will catch people's eye and make me seem cultured?"

After much thought, she came up with about three or five names, such as Cuiyunxuan, Miaoshanjia, and Mianxuantang.

In short, I feel quite mediocre and find it difficult to speak.

Medicinal cuisine needs to highlight the restaurant's unique characteristics while also appearing high-end and sophisticated; it's really not easy to do that.

Fang Xiaoxiao felt a sudden, sharp pain in her head and didn't know what to do.

Just then, it suddenly occurred to her, why should she care about these things?

Anyway, they just asked me to think about it and give some advice; maybe they just wanted to test my cultural level.

Yes! That makes sense...

She immediately smiled and said.

"I've thought of something related to the full moon and family reunion..."

"Oh... Miss Fang, why don't you tell me about it?"

"Moon Question Pavilion".

"Moon Pavilion... The name sounds very poetic, but I wonder what it means?"

Zhu Wen pondered the restaurant name repeatedly. The name itself was quite poetic and picturesque, but how could it be related to their focus on medicinal cuisine?

Fang Xiaoxiao blinked her bright eyes, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to explain things to the other person.

After thinking for a moment, he said.

"Yuewenge, I actually quoted the line 'When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the blue sky' from the poem 'Shuidiao Getou'."

"A sense of exploration for beauty, while also suggesting that the restaurant is a place where one can seek answers to health and deliciousness. It highlights that the restaurant focuses on medicinal cuisine and is committed to providing customers with nutritious food and exploring the path to health."

I tried my best, but I don't know if the other party is satisfied with this answer.

Never thought about it.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wen clapped his hands and exclaimed in approval. He then inquired about the poem, saying he had never heard of it before and wanted to know which literary master had written it.

"A literary master?"

Well, this really stumped Fang Xiaoxiao.

She could only point to herself and say: "I was drunk, this was just an impromptu remark!"

In his heart, he apologized to Su Shen for quoting his work without his permission, and promised to give him some paper money during the Ghost Festival.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wen immediately burst into laughter, expressing his disbelief and promising to transcribe the poem and place it on the central screen of the shop if possible.

Fang Xiaoxiao then noticed that there was a huge screen in the restaurant, which looked to be at least three meters high. There was also a stage in front of the screen, which looked a lot like the stage on the first floor of many high-end hotels used for company year-end parties.

He was indeed extravagant, and the old gentleman's business acumen was truly unique.

No one could have imagined setting up such a stage in the center of the restaurant.