At 10:30 pm, the next door kitchen ended.

It’s not that there are no guests, but that the ingredients are used up.

Everyone was helpless about this.

Li Can came to the front hall, and Su Rui was cleaning.

He held the towel around his neck in his hand, picked up the already cold tea and took a sip, "Are you arguing outside just now?"

"It's not a quarrel, it's just that some guests said that the fish-flavored shredded pork is not delicious, and complained that it's not worthy of its reputation."

Li Can was slightly stunned and frowned, "If you encounter such a thing in the future, come in and call me as soon as possible, so I can know where the problem lies."

Su Rui raised her head and barely smiled, "I know, but you don't have to care. You will inevitably encounter some customers with tricky tastes when doing catering. It's hard to adjust everyone. It's normal. Don't take it to your heart."

"I'd love if this is the case." Li Can walked towards the kitchen with a lot of worries. As soon as he opened the curtain, he put it down again, and asked uncertainly, "Did those guests who said they were not satisfied come together?"

“That’s not, it’s…”

Su Rui blurted out without thinking, and then she was stunned and noticed something was wrong.

"I came one by one, as if it had been agreed. The previous one left a few minutes later. Every time I entered the store, I didn't ask anything. After ordering the dishes, I started complaining, saying that it was only worth more than ten yuan, which caused many guests who came to visit the store to give up the idea of ​​trying."

"Have you seen them before?"

"No, they are all strange faces, and they all look very fierce. By the way, there is a very strange man among them. He has a baseball cap and the brim is pressed down very low, as if he is afraid that others will see him. However, the tattoo on his neck is very conspicuous, right here." Su Rui pointed to the position below the outline of her cheek.

Tattoo on the neck?!

"What kind of tattoo?" Li Can's face changed.

"I didn't see this clearly..."

Su Rui thought to herself that there were so many people at that time, so how could she have time to stare at a stranger's tattoo? How rude.

However, before she finished speaking, she saw Li Can rush out with a murderous intent on the table with a "slap" in her towel.

"Li Can, what are you doing!" Su Rui was shocked and hurriedly chased after her.

"Sister Su Rui, I'm fine. There is still a pot of boiling water in the kitchen. Please help me watch." Li Can said without looking back.

Su Rui was anxious and ran back to the kitchen to take a look. There was no fire on the stove.

But when she chased her out again,

Li Can is gone.

...

The old street is more than 300 meters long. In addition to restaurants, there are also some grocery stores, hardware stores, mahjong halls and other stores closely related to daily life.

So aside from the guests who eat, the old street is actually quite lively.

And among them, the most popular place is naturally the "hot kitchen" at the intersection of the street.

The predecessor of the popular kitchen was a small shop selling buns. The owner was an old man named Shen. Almost no one who lives in the old street knew him.

Old man Shen was very hard-working when he was young, and got up at 3 a.m. every day, steamed buns.

In his time, there were not many restaurants, so after a while, Old Man Shen became famous nearby and had the nickname of Shen Sanbao.

After Old Man Shen found that his bun shop became popular, he put down the two shops next door. Within a few years, the business became bigger and bigger.

He began to enter other fields,

Ramen, pot stickers, hot and sour noodles, etc., but none of them are ideal.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer customers and worse reputation, Old Man Shen was ruthless and spent a lot of money to hire Zhao Gang, who was the chef in a three-star hotel at that time.

Not to mention, since Zhao Gang came, he has made the past bun restaurant into a "hot kitchen" that is now at its peak with his good cooking skills.

The restaurant mainly cooks at noon, and at night, it mainly sells Jianghu cuisine. It is open almost every day until one or two o'clock in the morning.

Old Man Shen was happy to see him succeed. In addition, he was old and almost ignored the restaurant matters in recent years. He left the full power to Zhao Gang to take care of him, and he trusted him very much.

At this time, in the only private room in the popular kitchen, Zhao Gang was having and drinking with several restaurant owners and a man wearing a duckbill hat.

While laughing, smoke filled the air.

There are so many people smoking!

The table in front of them was large and filled with dining plates as big as a washbasin.

Hot fat intestines,

Braised crayfish,

Spicy chicken diced

Stir-fried 60s

Double pepper fish belly,

Cold-salted crucian carp, etc., there are no less than ten Jianghu dishes!

The dishes overlap with each other, the oil and water tilt,

Looking around, there is no vegetarian dish, which is luxurious!

"Dear bosses here, come, let's treat the eagles together." Zhao Gang wore disposable gloves in his left hand, held a crayfish covered with sauce, and held a glass filled with wine with wine in his right hand.

There were about ten empty wine bottles under his feet.

The alcohol content is average!

"Yes, thank you for your hard work."

The bosses were all talented in society. They all reacted very quickly and immediately took their own wine glasses and drank them without leaving a drop, full of sincerity.

Seeing this, the eagle just raised his hand casually and drank half of his wine glass.

The wine culture on the dining table is very particular.

If you are the younger generation, you will be willing to give it to you.

If an elder respects the younger generation, the younger generation needs to get up and hold the wine glass with both hands. The mouth of the glass must be lower than the other party, otherwise it will be disrespectful.

Now, a group of men in their forties toast together, but the eagle took a sip at random, which shows that he thinks his identity is higher than everyone here, or just simply looks down on him.

In response to this, the bosses' faces were obviously a little unnatural, but they quickly covered them up.

The eagle turned a blind eye, pulled her collar to cover the tattoo on her neck, not allowing people to see clearly, and then she ate her 60s on her own.

vomit.

He spitted the leftover rhizome on the ground at will, but the residual oil in the shell splashed on Zhao Gang's pants.

Zhao Gang took back his extended foot without any trace and pretended to turn a blind eye.

"Everyone, now that the eagle takes action, that woman named Su will never be able to survive in the old street. Humph, I want to break the rules of the old street without any permission if we don't agree!"

"Indeed." A fat boss was drunk, his face turned red and his voice was very loud. "Once she was successfully changed, what would the guests think of our restaurants? Is it because the taste was not as good as her or the ingredients were not as good as her? She clearly didn't take us seriously."

"What can a girl in her twenties know about movies? Just suffer losses." Another boss echoed.

"But..." The middle-aged man sitting under the vent spoke hesitantly, "Old Zhao, I am fully supporting you if you do it, but Brother Eagle...."

Zhao Gang saw the other party’s thoughts and smiled and said, “Although my brother is still wanted…”

"Cough." The eagle coughed lightly, suggesting that there were ears in the partition wall.

Zhao Gang quickly laughed dryly and continued, "Don't worry, the eagle is proficient in doing things and will not do anything randomly. There is no need to take ruthless measures against a small restaurant, just let her retreat."

"That's good, that's good." Several bosses breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the wine glass again.

Just at this moment, a fierce noise suddenly sounded outside the door.

then,

The closed door was kicked open unruly.

If time can slow down at this moment,

Then you can see the metal door bolts collapse directly. The fallen wooden door, supported by the power, was like an arrow that left off the string, just hitting Zhao Gang who was tilting his head to drink.

puff!

Zhao Gang could not react, and he choked out a sip of old wine.

I was stunned!
Chapter completed!