Chapter 1690: Modern God of Cookery VS Netwen Dashen 24

Chapter 1690: Modern God of Cookery VS Netwen Dashen 24

Yuexiang Tower can stand for so many years without falling down, naturally there is some real effort.

From the age of five, Zongci learned to cook with his father as soon as he was able to lift a spoon. It took him twenty or thirty years to acquire the essence of family cooking.

Now, a yellow-haired girl in her twenties, who cooks Zong's dishes better than him, how can he be convinced.

"Enough, even if they got the recipe. A little girl in her twenties, the Zong family's specialty dishes are better than yours, don't you feel ashamed?"

Being beaten in the head by his father, Zongci said, "Father...Which side are you on?"

If the person who beat him was Uncle Pang, Zongci wouldn't say a word of bullshit.

But the person who came to set the stage was Mu Lian, the one who had no reputation at all before this year.

"Yuexianglou has been open for so many years, and it is not based on one dish, or two dishes, nor is it the recipe of the clan. It is the heart of bringing all kinds of food to everyone with all my strength."

Jiang was still old and hot, Yuexianglou was beaten in the face, Zongci's eyes were red, and people were on the verge of losing their minds.

The old father sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and did not take these to heart.

It's not that Zong Boyu is not angry, but it's useless to be angry just in this situation.

Bazhenlou's methods are too radical, and doing such an unrighteous thing will cause public outrage sooner or later.

Mu Lian is talented, but she has no skills by herself. She has opened so many semicolons in a row, and there are always times when she can't take care of her.

Yuexianglou has been operating in the sea market for so many years. It does not depend on a certain chef or a certain dish, but on the support of old customers and their conscience in doing business.

"But... let's just let them continue to bully like this? Dad, Master Hong and Master Wang have taken leave for the past few days. I used to contact them frequently at Bazhen Building, I'm afraid..."

Zongci still couldn't put his mind down. Master Hong and Master Wang were like pillars of Yuexiang Tower.

If these two masters were dug up by Bazhenlou, where would they find someone to mount them.

Zong Boyu sighed, his silver hair was like a snow-white pear blossom under the light.

"Later, I'll take you to the two masters' homes to visit. They're all elderly people who have worked in Yuexianglou for more than ten years. We can't make people feel cold."

After all, his son was still too young, and Zong Boyu was a little worried.

He is here at his age, and it is too laborious to hold a spoon, so how long can he look after him.

This time, it sounded the alarm for him.

Zongci must stand up, and Yuexianglou can continue to be passed down.

"Father, I listen to you."

Zong Ci suppressed the anger in his heart and thought more in his heart.

Master Hong and Master Wang are both old people in the building and have a good relationship with the Zong family.

They will be shaken, nothing more than the conditions of Bazhenlou are too moving.

But as long as they don't leave Yuexianglou for a day, they can't give up hope.

From Yunsheng Village to Haishi, you need to take a taxi first, and then take the high-speed rail.

Shu Ange packed up the house, finished the entrustment, carried the small suitcase, and set foot on the road back to Haishi.

The long-lost neon lights illuminated Shu Ange's cheeks.

Her eyes were as clear as stars, and her round and small earlobes were as delicate and lovely as pearls.

Shu Ange twitched his hair back and beckoned to stop the taxi.

"Go to Jicheng District, Yuexianglou."

"Good, is the girl from Miishi? Yuexianglou is a time-honored brand in Jicheng District."

The driver is a talkative, and he opened the chatterbox with a smile.

"Well, I grew up in Haichang."

She spoke soft Shanghai dialect, which made the driver even more happy.

"Speaking of Yuexiang Lou, alas, it has not been very peaceful these two days. There is a new Bazhen Building opposite. Do you know Bazhen Lou?"

The driver put his hand on the steering wheel and looked intently at the road ahead.

"I know some, I used to eat there when I was a kid."

"Hehe, the little girl's family is not bad, and the dishes at Bazhen Lou are delicious. But over the past year, several semicolons have opened, and the dishes in the semicolons are not very authentic."

"Maybe it has something to do with the unexpected death of the former chairman. I believe that when the chairman's daughter takes over Bazhenlou, Bazhenlou will regain its former flavor."

"The little girl knows a lot. We little people usually eat it in one bite. I hope Bazhenlou can cherish our feathers more."

After arriving at Yuexiang Tower, Shu Ange checked out and got off the bus.

She turned her head to look at the brightly lit Bazhen Building and walked towards the gate of Yuexiang Building without hesitation.

The ring has been going on for two days, and the atmosphere in Yuexiang Building has become increasingly sluggish.

Passenger traffic has decreased, and there is also a shame in the industry.

Not to mention the old club and the young club, the employees in the restaurant were also a little frustrated.

Although frustrated, they were more enthusiastic than usual when customers came to their door.

Shu Ange walked into the door with the suitcase, and was immediately greeted by a waiter warmly.

"Hello, welcome here, please."

"Miss, let me help you with your suitcase."

"Thank you, where is your boss? I want to meet Uncle Zong."

Shu Ange asked politely, and the waiter who received her was stunned.

"Are you a friend of the owner?"

Yuexianglou is facing an unprecedented crisis. A young girl goes to the restaurant to find an owner, which makes the waitress have an ominous premonition.

Shu Ange smiled and took out a greeting card from his bag: "Help me give this greeting card to your boss, he will meet me after reading it."

Pang Duofu and Zong Boyu have a good relationship, but there is a big age gap between Shu Ange and Zongci, and their friendship can only be said to be average.

She changed her mobile phone, and the other's private mobile phone number was not stored in the address book.

There are still people coming to the door with invitations these days? While the waitress was puzzled, she politely smiled at the young girl.

"Okay, wait a moment, I will send the greeting to the owner."

Both the old club and the young club are there, just a trip, it's nothing, in case it's an important person.

After handing the invitation to the waitress, Shu Ange temporarily placed the suitcase at the front desk and found a chair to sit down by himself.

After a while, the waitress came back with a smile on her face: "Miss Pang, please go upstairs."

The other party was willing to meet once, and Shu Ange showed her eyebrows slightly and thanked the waitress.

In the elegant room upstairs, Zongci held a letter of worship in his hand, and asked his father with a stern face: "Father, Bazhencuo is playing with us in the ring, why do you want to receive Pang Yudie?"

"People are coming, you need to say a few words less."

Zong Boyu glanced at his son, quite a bit angry.

At this point, this silly son still can't figure out who is a friend and who is an enemy.

Zong Ci shrank his neck, as long as his father was there, he would always be like a teenager, only obedient.

The door of the private room was pushed open, and after the waitress brought Shu Ange in, she closed the door and left.

"Hello Uncle Zong, hello Big Brother Zong."

Shu Ange's father and Zong Boyu were friends of the same generation, and she and Zong Ci became the same generation.

"Haha, what kind of wind blows Bazhenlou Shaodong's house."