I Just Want to be a Shenhao Quietly

Perhaps the hype and marketing methods can attract a large number of customers in a short period of time, but the only explanation for maintaining a hot business for 20 years is that the restaurant's dishes are really delicious.

It seems that the new boss who took over the Jirui Building was not easy!

At this moment, Tang Ping suddenly said, "Mr. Lin, he is Liao Jie!"

Lin Xian looked in the direction of his fingers, and saw an old man with a shaggy beard and a slovenly figure who walked to a roadside stall and sat down.

His hair didn't seem to have been cut in months, and he was dressed in Shili's overalls.

If it wasn't for knowing his age, Lin Xian would definitely think that the other party was at least sixty or seventy years old.

"Mr. Lin, is it him you are looking for?"

Lin Xian shook his head and said, "I'm not sure yet, I'll go down and have a look!"

"Let's go together!" Zhuang Tong stood up and agreed.

After paying for the tea, the three of Lin Xian walked quickly to the roadside stall.

Seeing them, the stall owner immediately said enthusiastically, "What would you like to eat?"

“A dry fried beef river!”

After all, Lin Xian sat opposite Liao Jie.

At this moment, he was eating a seafood chowder noodles with his head down, and after two bites, he seemed to feel that something was wrong, so he put down his chopsticks and took out a small bottle of liquor from his pocket.

After opening the bottle cap and taking two mouthfuls, he continued to eat noodles with his head down.

Seeing this, Lin Xian shouted softly, "Master Liao Jie!

The other party didn't seem to hear it, and was still eating the braised noodles.

"Master Liao Jie!" Lin Xian called out again.

Still no response.

At this moment, the boss came over with the dry fried beef and said, "You can't hear you so quietly!"

Then, the boss leaned into Liao Jie's ear and suddenly shouted, "Liao Jie!"

Liao Jie slowly raised his head, licked his ears, and said vaguely, "Why are you yelling so loudly?"

"This young man seems to know you!" The boss pointed at Lin Xian and said loudly.

"Hearing that, Liao Jie looked at Lin Xian a few times and asked, "What's the matter with you?" Master Liao Jie, do you know Gao Jianxiang?" Lin Xian asked.

"Gao Jianxiang?"

Liao Jie frowned and said, "Maybe I know it, maybe I don't know it, I don't remember!"

"I came to Yangcheng this time to invite you to make a soup with yellow croaker, and the price is up to you!" Lin Xian said sternly.

"I don't know how to cook yellow croaker in soup, you've got it wrong! Liao Jie ignored him and ate noodles while drinking.

He ate quickly, finished a bowl of noodles in a few mouthfuls, wiped his mouth, stood up swayingly, and walked to the convenience store.

"What now?" Zhuang Tong asked. Lin Xian smiled slightly and said, "Follow him!

Chapter 27 Don't lie down there!

The convenience store is not large, it looks like 50 square meters, and there is a warehouse behind it for stockpiling.

Liao Jie was lying on the ground at the moment, holding a scanner gun in his hand, as if scanning the codes of the goods on the shelf.

Crouching down, Lin Xian said, "Master Liao Jie, I am very sincere."

"Beautiful boy, you have mistaken the person." Liao Jie raised his head and said with a dazed eye.

"Liao Jie, ancestral home in Zhejiang Province, former master chef of Jirui, suspected to be a descendant of the royal chef, participated in a cooking competition 20 years ago, and suddenly left in the middle, and has not been heard from since."

Lin Xian paused and said with a smile: "Master Liao Jie, I just want to taste the full version of the yellow croaker in soup, how about 500,000?"

"I do not know what you're talking about!"

Liao Jie smashed his mouth, lowered his head and continued to scan the code, ignoring him.

Tang Ping, who was beside him, was stunned at the moment.

When he received this task, he thought that Lin Xian was looking for relatives.

As a result, it took a long time to find relatives.

Just for the sake of eating one dish, he paid a lot of money to hire a private detective to find a chef from 20 years ago.

Now it will cost another 500,000 to ask this teacher to make a dish.

Counting the rewards for the detective company, it adds up to more than one million.

Spend more than one million just to eat one dish?

hiss!

Tang Ping only felt a little dizzy in his head.

He worked hard for a whole year, and only made a hundred thousand.

As a result, someone else's dish is more than his ten years' salary.

Rao Zhuang Tong, who was used to seeing him spending money, couldn't help but stunned at the moment.

This is so exaggerated!

Lin Xian persevered and said, "Aren't you satisfied with the price? It's okay, you can speak as soon as possible, and I will be satisfied as much as you can."

"Liangzi, it's useless, Liao Jie is dead!"

At this moment, a loud voice came from behind Lin Xian.

Turning his head, he saw a gray-haired old man standing there with one hand in front of him, as if he was shaking uncontrollably.

Tang Ping next to him reminded: "Mr. Lin, he is the owner of the convenience store and the owner of Jirui Building 20 years ago."

Lin Xian stood up and introduced, "Sir, my name is Lin Xian, I don't know what to call it?"

"I should be older than your father, just call me Uncle Zhong."

As the old man spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and invited him, "One?"