I am your natural enemy

Wen Yan looked sideways at Quemao with a look of astonishment on his face.

"I'm a serious and well-organized person. You want me to take over a fried chicken restaurant? Do you want me to fry chicken for you every day?"

"I mean we can take over and you will be the boss!" Quemao's eyes widened with anticipation on his face.

Just like some people who read books in rented bookstores when they were young, they think it would be good to open a bookstore in the future.

Some people want to open a coffee shop when they grow up, make some freshly ground coffee, and listen to customers' stories. The prices are not too cheap, just to feel comfortable.

Anyway, I have thought a lot and thought of many beautiful and comfortable places, but I have never thought about how to make a profit by renting water and electricity for a house.

When Quemao heard about this, his first reaction was to take over the store.

Then eat as much as you want from now on and test the taste every day. There should be no problem, right?

I have never thought about how not to lose money.

"And then hire someone to do it? If it doesn't work well, wouldn't it mean destroying the brand?

If the taste is no longer as good as before and you don’t even want to eat it, why bother eating it?

Don't say you don't know, the same recipe, the same method.

But if different people make it, the taste will be different. "

The sparrow cat chewed the air and thought about Wen Yan's words. It felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

It also wonders why something as simple as fried food is still delicious when made in some stores and delivered as takeout, while in some stores, freshly fried food is still terrible to eat.

Even a chain store with very stable quality control has huge fluctuations in quality control.

The sparrow cat thought for a while and pursed his lips to the side.

"Isn't that fat fox next door who comes here every day to make a living and have nothing to do? After setting up the shop, he asked her to run it. Shishi also said that she felt sorry for having nothing to do at home every day. It would be nothing if the two of them opened a shop. Problem?"

Wen Yan thought about it for a while, and he realized that whether he could make money or not was secondary. He had to find something for others to do.

He didn't dare to say whether he liked Shishi or not, but Bai Jiahui definitely liked it.

This guy came to help with his cultivation just because he had nothing to do. He was getting thicker and thicker as he ate and drank for free, especially his food appearance. Even if he tried his best to restrain himself, he was still not as good as a sparrow cat.

The sparrow cat ate a chicken and spit out the bones...

After thinking about it, Wen Yan flipped through his address book and found Mishasha's phone number. For such a simple matter, asking Zhuge Wanjun would be overkill. Just let Mishasha, his assistant, handle it.

The store owner didn't know that the sparrow cat was a sparrow cat, so he thought he was an adult customer who especially loved eating their fried chicken.

After all, no matter how much parents pamper their children, they cannot let their children eat fried chicken every day.

After explaining this matter to Mishasha, she was asked to take on the case alone and pay for the labor.

After confirming it, Wen Yan asked Quemao to remember to call the store. He could not thank him in person but also on the phone.

If you only give away food once, that's it. They also said that they would give away all the equipment, tables, chairs and decorations in the store. This is not cheap. This is obviously a sentimental person.

Wen Yan also knew that the store had a good business and could allow such a naughty guy to eat it every day. The taste was good and the product was stable. If he wanted to transfer it, it would definitely be easy.

Wen Yan warned twice, and Quemao quickly called the number. He went back and thanked him first. Besides, he didn't want to be unable to eat in the future. He was indeed interested in taking over, but it was not convenient to go there, so he asked someone to go there. Do it for me.

Of course, it is as much as it should be, and no one should suffer a loss.

Que Mao couldn't help but snap his lips when he made a phone call, and the store owner on the other end of the phone couldn't help laughing.

In the north of Decheng City, just over two kilometers away from the gate of Wen Yan's community, in a fried goods shop, a middle-aged man with a few gray hairs in his hair hung up with a smile on his tired face. Telephone.

Not far away, a middle-aged woman who was packing her things raised her head and asked.

"Who were you talking to on the phone just now and smiling so happily?"

"The old customer who is number one in the store said he is willing to take over the store. He really loves to eat. He couldn't help but cluck his lips while talking on the phone."

"If it's him, that's just right. If it's completely handed over to someone else, I'd be a little unhappy."

The man smiled. If he hadn't thought that the customer who was very naughty and complained about everything except fried chicken was worthless, but ordered their fried chicken every day, it would be a perfect fit. He originally just wanted to Close the store directly.

When I asked, it was just a casual question without any hope. Who would have expected that the guest would agree in such a short time.

Thinking about it now, it is also a good thing that the dish they are most satisfied with after their hard work has been inherited by someone they are satisfied with.

The man packed up the shop and took back the temporary small sign from outside the door.

He raised his head, rubbed his eyes, and looked up at the ferocious evil spirits hanging on the street lamps.

When I first saw it a few days ago, I was very unaccustomed to it and was greatly frightened. But later I discovered that other people couldn't see it. Those hideous things hanging on the street lamps were like non-existent decorations. No impact at all.

Gradually, he got used to it. At the same time, many stories and things he heard from his grandfather when he was a child emerged in his heart like wood slowly floating in the dark deep water. It's becoming clearer.

He remembered that when he was a child, he was taken out of an underground cemetery by his masked grandfather. He seemed to have seen this kind of evil ghost at that time.

He didn't remember how he ended up in the huge tomb, and he didn't know why he knew it was an evil spirit.

But he remembered that after returning that day, his grandfather never woke up again.

He didn't know why then, but now he does.

He suddenly remembered that when he was two or three years old, his grandfather held him in his arms, told him stories, told him rules, and told him many things that he could not remember at that time.

One of the rules is that after putting on the mask, you cannot be called out.

At that time, he called his grandfather in the cemetery.

Because he had seen his grandfather wearing a mask more than once and could recognize him at a glance.

He didn't remember what happened next. He only remembered that his grandfather never woke up the next day.

He had never understood it a few days ago, but now, he remembered a lot. Coupled with the street lamp pendants he suddenly saw in front of the door, he was even more sure that this was definitely not an illusion.

In addition to the panic when I saw these pendants on the first day, when I saw them later, I felt more of a sense of peace of mind.

He would instinctively feel at ease, as if such a pendant, hanging here, was not scary at all, but instead gave him the greatest sense of security.

These days, more and more things appear in his mind. Yesterday, he even dreamed of his grandfather. He dreamed of his grandfather, wearing a mask on his face, dancing weird and ancient dances, and howling vast songs. .

He couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to find out what happened. He wanted to go back and take a look.

Fortunately, his wife is willing to support his idea and is convinced that they can still accomplish whatever they want to do again with their own hands.

Early the next morning, as soon as they arrived at the store, they saw Mishasha dressed as an urban white-collar beauty.

When the shop owner saw Mishasha, he determined that Mishasha did not seem to be an ordinary person.

Now, he belatedly thought about it. No wonder the customer never came to the store to eat, but always ordered takeout.

The takeaway address is in the innermost neighborhood of the street lamp pendant.

The shop owner didn't think anything more about it, he thought it was pretty good.

The conversation went very smoothly. Mishasha seemed very professional. She had already drafted the contract. It was very fair. The price given was a little higher than their quotation. The equipment, tables, chairs, and even the current decoration were all taken into account.

As for the secret recipe, a separate contract was also written.

The shop owner looked at the previous contract and had no objections, but when he read the contract about the secret recipe, he was a little surprised.

"Forget it, I said I would give it to him."

"No, no, no, my boss said that the most valuable thing is this secret recipe, I must make it clear.

The secret recipe still belongs to Mr. We can only use it for commercial purposes in this store. "

Mishasha said it very seriously. Wen Yan had specially told her this.

It can make the cats eat it every day, and it can also make the cats complain. Except for fried chicken, everything else in the store is average.

After Wen Yan teased the bird and cat, how could he not try it himself?

He didn't think that it was just ordinary fried chicken made by ordinary people, just to suit the appetite of sparrow cats.

He just tasted it and realized something was wrong.

That seemingly normal fried chicken contained a very special flavor.

I can’t say what it is, but the feeling of satisfaction from eating food will be far higher than ordinary food.

Wen Yan thought about it, and the metaphor he could think of was probably the same as the feeling he had when he got off the plane and had his first bowl of hometown rice after staying at John Bull's for three years.

The sparrow cat had never had enough to eat before, so it really felt hungry. This kind of fried chicken was something the sparrow cat couldn't refuse.

Wen Yan checked and found that there was nothing wrong with the owner of that store. He might have some special abilities. As long as there was no malicious intent, Wen Yan didn't want to dig into the problem. Likewise, he didn't want to take advantage of someone else for nothing.

When I took over this store, my most direct thought was to give the sparrow cats something to eat all the time.

The store owner also has this idea, so that the most loyal old customers can continue to eat.

Then we must make it clear in advance that we are only using it in this store, and the secret recipe belongs to you. We accept the goodwill and let the goodwill remain as it was originally.

Wen Yan can taste it. The fried chicken here is a little different from before, so the value of the so-called secret recipe will only increase.

It is better to agree in advance to save time later, and too many interests will be mixed in, making things go wrong.

As for taking over, I will find something for Bai Jiahui and others to do so that they don't have to be idle.

This person likes to think wildly when he is free, and he thinks about a lot of nonsense.

The contract signed between the store and Mishasha was very simple. One party wanted to give away a lot of things for free, but the other party didn't want to get them for free, so they accepted a good idea of ​​using a secret recipe. In this way, there was nothing special to argue about.

After Mishasha called Wen Yan, Wen Yan wandered out of the community and took a walk to take a look.

He came over and looked around and found that the store was still open today, so he ordered some fried chicken and other fried foods.

Watching the store owner return to the semi-open back kitchen and being busy, Wen Yan began to check the prompt that had just popped up.

"Festival (in progress of job change)"

“The power inherited from blood will not disappear with the passage of time.

The knowledge inherited from the bloodline will not disappear with the passage of time.

Everything will only be deeply hidden in those seemingly useless codes, always silent, and constantly passed on.

Until one day, something dormant will be activated for various reasons.

This is the only way that an unknown wizard found to pass on huge amounts of information for a long time.

He carved this ability into his own blood and passed it on.

The person in front of him is one of the people in his descendants' bloodline who is most likely to activate his bloodline.

When a relevant seal is lifted, a boost is completed.

His bloodline began to activate, and he began to recover some of his hidden inheritance. "

"No need to guess, it was Huo Yong's lifting of the seal that triggered one of the related reactions.

This is just a descendant of Matsuri, an ordinary person who pursues the truth of his childhood.

In addition to warriors, the people who are best at using fire are also sacrifices.

For example, a Matsuri who is proficient in cooking.

Friendly reminder: You can remind him to be careful when eating fungi. "

"Temporary ability: none."

Wen Yan looked at the prompt and thought about the words in it. It was rare this time that he actually made it clear that it was because of Huo Yong's unblocking that the uncle really started to change jobs.

Judging from the meaning of the prompt, it was obvious that it was not only this uncle but also other people who were affected.

Wen Yan couldn't help but scratch his head, carving everything into DNA. Did this habit happen a long time ago?

This should be another way to pass on one's professional abilities for a long time besides Heaven, right?

At least for now, it seems to be the oldest and most consistent method with the essence of life.

While Wen Yan was thinking about it, the boss packed several portions of fried chicken.

Wen Yan opened a box on the spot and took out a piece to taste. It tasted better than the takeout. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The heat was just right and it was very tasty. The umami flavor of the chicken itself was also stimulated to the maximum extent. .

After paying the money, Wen Yan thought about it before going out, and decided to give a reminder.

"Boss, be careful when eating fungi."

Without saying a word, he had already left before the store owner could react.

The store owner was a little confused when he heard this sentence, not quite understanding what it meant.

Wen Yan didn't pay much attention to it. The reminder would change according to his thoughts. Since the reminder was given, it should be a kind reminder.

As for why, Wen Yan didn't know.

Wen Yan was walking on the road, eating fried chicken. When he passed Dr. Wei's small medical clinic, he saw that Dr. Wei had opened the door and was cleaning the door. He walked over and left a box of fried chicken.

"Doctor Wei, haven't you eaten yet? The fried chicken you just bought tastes very good. Try it."

"Is this this early in the morning?" Wei Jing was speechless as he watched Wen Yan eating while walking on the road.

"Bring some to the family on the way. Dr. Wei, please try it. This store is going to be transferred, and I'm going to take it over soon. Come and support me when you have nothing to do later."

"ha?"

Wei Jing looked at Wen Yan's retreating back and was a little dazed. He didn't understand what was going on for a while.

Is this guy Wen Yan going to take over a fried goods shop?

No matter how you look at it, this kind of thing is completely incompatible with Wen Yan.

Wei Jing opened the box, and a unique aroma of cooked food wafted out. Wei Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to pick up a piece and put it into his mouth.

Then, he tasted that unique taste, like the spice and saltiness of the food itself, which can bring a feeling of fullness and satisfaction.

He held a piece of fried chicken and chewed it slowly, and memories began to flood into his mind.

Such a strange and familiar taste.

He only ate one piece and put away the rest.

He looked at the sign and name on the carton, locked the store door with a U-shaped lock, and headed to where the store was.

He entered the store and ordered a fried chicken and some other fried goods for takeout.

At least inside the store, he didn't feel anything unusual.

After ordering takeout, he took it home and tasted it again. Only that kind of fried chicken had that unique taste.

That strange, familiar yet unfamiliar smell carried his thoughts and drifted all the way to who knows where.

After a long time, Wei Jing let out a long breath.

"It turns out to be a witch..."

On the other side, Wen Yan was carrying take-out fried chicken and gave one to Gauss when he passed by Gauss's house.

When he arrived at the door of Bai Jiahui's house, he held a piece of chicken wing and ate it deliciously. Before he finished the chicken wing, he saw a fat face by the window and sniffed it fiercely. nose.

After seeing that it was Wen Yan, Bai Jiahui immediately retracted her neck.

"Ha..." Wen Yan laughed out loud. Sure enough, he knew that Bai Jiahui could find it without shouting.

"Stop hiding, come down quickly and get it. I brought a portion especially for you. Eat it while it's hot and it's delicious."

Bai Jiahui, wearing furry home clothes, rushed out of the door quickly, her nose still couldn't help sniffing, sniffing...

"Really?"

"Is this true or false? By the way, let me tell you something. I ordered this fried chicken restaurant for Quemao.

Sparrow cats can only eat, but they can't do anything. So, I want to ask you, do you want to learn how to do it?

At that time, I will let you and Shishi take care of the daily operations, so I can find something for you two to do.

It saves you two from being bored all day long, and also allows you to get in touch with people outside.

How about it? "

"Can I contact people outside?" Bai Jiahui was a little hesitant, but also a little hopeful.

"When making food, wear a mask. If you can control yourself, then it will be no problem. I can vouch for you. I feel that you have controlled yourself very well recently. It is not a problem for you to stay at home every day. It depends on whether you are willing to do it or not.”

"Then I must be willing." Bai Jiahui's eyebrows were dancing, her eyes were shining: "Then, do I have to pay for food?"

"If you're not afraid of getting fat, just eat!"