There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

Chapter 8 is here to smash the scene
Although he said this, he still ate a few more mouthfuls of food in a hurry and trotted out to meet the "distinguished guest" as the waiter called him.

Just taking a quick look, there was only Song Rutang standing outside the door, and the expectations in my heart were instantly dashed.

I was still counting on getting some big customers, but in the end, only this little girl came. How could I have any business with him?Slender and thin, he would not be willing to work as a waiter for him.

Qian Ming immediately turned cold, glared at the waiter, opened his mouth and rushed out:
"Which family's children ran out and acted mischievously? Go back quickly, I'm very busy!"

Song Rutang saw the meaning in Qian Ming's expression and knew that he was looked down upon. He made a note in his mind, suppressed his anger and smiled regretfully, and sighed:
"Then I'll have to go find the restaurant across the street. Don't be upset, boss."

After saying that, she turned around and left without any hesitation. She walked out without looking back, which made Qian Ming murmur in his heart.

Seeing how this little girl is so at ease, could it be that she really has some ability and was sent here by her family who were too embarrassed to show her face?
Rolling his eyes, Qian Ming smiled and trotted forward, grabbed Song Rutang, and said with an apologetic smile:
"Just now, I'm a villain who doesn't know what's good. I hope your guest will forgive me. I wonder what kind of business your guest wants to discuss? We'll invite you inside."

Feeling that her wrist was tightly held by a hand that was still stained with oil, Song Rutang frowned, used her strength to pull her hand away, and took a few steps away from Qian Ming.

Qian Ming was confused at first, but soon he understood. He patted his head and thought that this little lady still had a temper. He said rudely and led Song Rutang into the house.

Song Rutang raised her feet and walked in. Seeing that the room was neatly decorated, her eyebrows finally relaxed a little.

She didn't want to have to deal with Qian Mingxu anymore, not to mention that her mother was still waiting for her to go back outside. She was afraid that her mother would be worried again if she came back late, so she spoke out as soon as she sat down:

"I wonder if the shopkeeper is interested in the recipe?"

Qian Ming laughed when he heard this and lost respect for Song Rutang.

It was just a kid's joke, but he took it seriously.

"Young lady, you are joking. This is an inn, what's the point of asking for recipes?"

Song Rutang knew that what he said sounded like a joke, so he smiled lightly and looked at Qian Ming with a firm look in his eyes, which actually made Qian Ming wonder if his vision was too shallow.

"There is a famine right now, and those who can afford to pay the entry fee to go to the city to replenish their luggage are those who are either rich or noble."

Qian Ming nodded, this is true, and because of this, his inn can barely stay open, but what does this have to do with the recipe?
Song Rutang mentally estimated the number of additional positive reviews he would get after completing the task. He felt that the money would be very considerable, and he felt more confident when he spoke:

"This inn does have a kitchen, but the dishes are simple and the guests are tasteless. If you open a few new dishes, you can make money now. When the famine is over, your inn will have more gimmicks. Isn’t it wonderful to have abundant wealth?”

Qian Ming thought about it again and again, and felt that this was true.

If we open an inn that can be used as a restaurant and a top-notch hotel, then this will be the only one!
The waiter on the side became anxious immediately when he saw Qian Ming's relaxed expression.

His master was properly serving as a cook in the kitchen. Wouldn't this little lady's words destroy his master's reputation?If you want the master to know, you have to scold him to death.

No, this must never happen!

He leaned over Qian Ming's ear and reminded:
"Shopkeeper, all the money in our store is in the hands of the shopkeeper's wife. If she finds out about this..."

Upon hearing this, Qian Ming suddenly shuddered as he thought of his wife's ferocious appearance, as if he had already thought of his wife pulling his ears and scolding him as a prodigal.

Sighing, he straightened his back and his expression turned cold:

"Don't accept it, don't accept it. Go back and explain it to your adults. This is an inn, and I don't accept everything!" Song Rutang had already heard what the waiter said. At this time, seeing this situation, he was not in a hurry and smiled understandingly. Excitedly said:

"So the shopkeeper is not a good person? It seems that I have found the wrong person. I have caused a lot of trouble this time. Please forgive me, the shopkeeper."

Qian Ming was about to speak, but when his eyes touched the beautiful figure at the door, he immediately shut his mouth.

Before Song Rutang turned around, she heard a sweet laugh from behind, and a strong fragrance lingered on the tip of her nose. Then someone came close to her:

"My little lady's provocation is pretty good, but it's a pity that she's still a little too young."

Song Rutang hurriedly turned around to greet him, only to see the woman beside him quickly walk up to Qian Ming's side, grabbed Qian Ming's ears, and said angrily:
"I won't be here for a while. Is this how you see the store?"

Qian Ming was in pain. He Xuxu covered his ears to apologize to Mrs. Qian and muttered in a low voice:

"Have you ever heard of a restaurant opening in an inn? We sell recipes here, aren't we here to cause trouble?"

Mrs. Qian snorted softly, let go of her hand, raised her chin to Song Rutang, and said calmly:
"Your idea is good, but you don't know how much the recipe is worth? If it's novel, we won't lose money to you, but if it's not good, don't blame us for turning against you."

Qian Ming straightened up and echoed:

"That's right, in the past, when people came to the store to cause trouble, we would beat them up and throw them out! I'm showing you mercy today, don't say anything bad about us in the future!"

Song Rutang nodded, took out the recipe he had written long ago and handed it to Mrs. Qian, saying confidently:
“I guarantee that your store’s business will double!”

"Who wouldn't say nice things? How much real ability can a little lady like you have?"

Seeing that the momentum was not right, the clerk quickly intervened and tried to disrupt the transaction, but was glared at by Mrs. Qian.

Mrs. Qian had read the recipe and already had some appreciation, but she still had concerns and whispered:
"It's quite novel, but I don't know how it tastes?"

"My little girl is not very talented. I would like to give it a try for Madam. I wonder if I can borrow the kitchen for a while?"

Song Rutang immediately took the opportunity and asked Mrs. Qian for help. Seeing how confident she was, Mrs. Qian trusted her more and took her to the small kitchen of the inn.

As soon as he walked into the kitchen, Song Rutang was glanced at by the chef and almost pushed out.

The chef and the waiter looked at each other for a few times before they were convinced that this little lady was here to ruin his job.

He waved his arm, trying to drive people out, but was scolded by Mrs. Qian, and stood back reluctantly, exuding an aura of hostility.

Song Rutang ignored the master and apprentice, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the pots and bowls and got ready.

As soon as she picked up a handful of noodles and threw them into the pot, she heard the master and apprentice starting to give instructions.

"It's just ordinary noodle soup. How dare you bring it out and embarrass yourself?"

"That's right, my master can knead the dough into flowers, but this little lady throws the dough into the pot without using any skills. It's really embarrassing!"

(End of this chapter)