I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

After Yam left, Zhe Yu stood up from his seat, walked towards the door, and said as he walked, "Now I know how to train effective subordinates, and I have done a good job."

"Hey, where are you going?" Baicao Shi, who had been praised, had no time to be happy, and caught up with Zhe Yu, "Don't plan to discuss, those two uninvited guests, and King Ping Zhao?"

Zhe Yu turned his head back, his eyes were calm, "Go and see the show. You are also a martial arts practitioner now, and..." He pointed to his wrist, "It shouldn't be a problem to deal with two young men."

Baicao Poetry: "..."

He vomited blood, she had learned martial arts for less than two months, and her bones were not easy to practice.

"As for King Pingzhao, he is the only king with a different surname in Dayan Kingdom. He was named King Pingzhao because of his meritorious service in destroying Yunzhao Kingdom. Oh, another king with a different surname has been guarding the border of Beirong all year round to prevent foreign enemies from invading. "

Baicaoshi kept looking at Zheyu's micro-expressions, and when he said these things, he was as ordinary as talking about what to eat today. He knew the court like the back of his hand, and he knew all about these great figures like the back of his hand.

"You wait for me."

Watching a good show, of course it is better to have someone as a company.

Baicaoshi changed her outfit and changed into ordinary men's clothes. She has received several compliments, and she has a deeper understanding of her outstanding appearance, and knows how to restrain herself when it is time to keep a low profile.

But when she walked with Zhe Yu, she decided not to keep a low profile.

Two handsome young masters, traveling together.

It's quite thought-provoking.

Baicaoshi can't wait to smear Zhe Yu's face with mud, or just hide it in the snow.

**

At this time, in front of the Quanjufang Restaurant, there was a crowd of people.

Baicaoshi wanted to squeeze in, but couldn't. Zhe Yu humbly put his arm around her shoulders, and said humbly to the people around him, "Please let me go."

The spectators thought, who are you, why... But when they saw Zhe Yu's face, they automatically avoided it.

Baicaoshi enjoys Zheyu's opening, her face is hot, and she is angrily dissatisfied with this era of looking at faces.

Finally, the two squeezed into the front row.

Zhe Yu lowered his arms.

Baicaoshi raised her eyes and saw the second floor of Hongjin Restaurant, and the owner was looking at him from afar. And beside her, there was actually Sanqi—Yam's younger sister.

Two burly men with wide bodies were clamoring.

"Fathers and folks, shouldn't such an unscrupulous businessman smash his shop? A bowl of duck blood sells for 20 yuan, and with that money, it is enough to eat ten big meat buns. The same dish is only sold at the Hongjin Restaurant opposite the door. Fifteen cents, what does this mean, only if you can make a profit will you sell it at this price. And Quanjufang, it's a fucking huge profit!"

"That's right, a bunch of internal organs, selling for twenty yuan, you can ask yourself, is it a loss or not?"

The two sang together, which aroused the anger of the crowd.

Even the guests who had been pursuing Quanjufang before, turned their backs and vowed to crusade against unscrupulous merchants.

At this time, a waiter came out of the Quanjufang store, holding a table with a row of small bowls filled with soup.

The one in front is the third son of a little beggar who everyone is familiar with. Oh no, now the third son tells everyone that his name is Shan Yao.

"Everyone, please listen to me. I am also a member of Quanjufang... for free tasting. I can understand everyone's grievances. Since these two people said that Quanjufang is expensive, I thought of a word, it is worth the money. , it must be because the product is good, so it has the confidence to sell it so expensive. So, I would like to invite everyone to taste it again on the spot.”

Shan Yao moved away and exposed the soup bowls in front of everyone, "I went to Hongjin to buy some soups, and here is the soup from Quanjufang. You can try it and you will know. Anyone willing?"

Anyway, it's free, and a few people came up to taste it.

"There are differences, one is full-bodied, and the other is bland."

"Yes, I don't know if I don't compare, but it's different after comparison."

Shan Yao held up the empty bowl with a smile and showed it to everyone, "The rich one comes from Quanjufang, and the dull one comes from Hongjin. Do you know why?"

The two scouts didn't expect that the little beggar would disrupt the rhythm as soon as he appeared on the stage, and hurriedly said: "Everyone, don't listen to his nonsense, why don't I know."

He also drank two small bowls himself, which was really different.

Sanqi proudly looked at his brother in the crowd.

"Let me tell you," Shan Yao still held up the bowl, "The soup in Quanjufang is a broth made from a whole duck. You must know that broth is the essence of a soup, which is why your lips and teeth are so impressed." It is fragrant. There are indeed viscera in duck blood vermicelli soup, but their presence enriches the taste of the soup. Taking duck liver as an example, it can also improve eyesight. Goji berries are also added to the soup. Do you know what it is? That red color The small beans are precious medicinal materials. In addition, the ducks selected by Quanjufang are all fed with herbal medicines. Each duck walks more than 10,000 steps a day, and the ducks have been strengthened, so the taste is so good This is the best value for money. May I ask the Hongjin Restaurant across the door, can your ducks do this? What else can you do besides plagiarizing other people’s recipes? Go to the No. 1 Restaurant in Changgou, I’m sorry!"