In Mingyue Tower, Lin Zhiyuan's face gradually became serious as he listened to his friend's story.

"You said there are many dishes that are freshest?"

The guy licked his lips and said, "Well, the little one just went in and swayed around and saw a lot of new dishes."

“How did those guests respond?”

Lin Zhiyuan was already panicked. You must know that every time Mingyuelou launched a new dish, it had to try it from multiple sources before he dared to take it out.

But the first fresh food actually opened, which has most of the new dishes. Is this confidence? Or stupid!

When the guy remembered the reactions of the guests, he said with some frustration: "Everyone praises it for its deliciousness."

"Bang!"

Lin Zhiyuan was shocked, slapped the table and shouted: "Go, go to the kitchen and ask someone to try it."

So we went to the two chefs here openly, took the money given by the shopkeeper, and ordered a table of delicious dishes without hesitation.

But after they finished one by one, the idea of ​​taking advantage of the shopkeeper disappeared, and all that was left was worry about their jobs and curiosity about the first fresh chef.

The two brought food boxes, and pretended to be tight, they said they wanted to take them home for food.

The first-class guys also cooperated and praised their spirit of not wasting them.

"Shopkeeper, this is their dish."

Lin Zhiyuan took the food box, twitched his nose and slowly opened it.

Open the food box, the dishes inside are tempting and fragrant.

"I lost at first sight!"

The color, fragrance and smell, the first look, Lin Zhiyuan felt that Mingyue Tower had lost.

Not to mention Xiang, Mingyue Tower was completely defeated.

I picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of it and looked at the crystal-like flesh into my mouth...

At this time, the peak dining period was over, and several chefs looked at Lin Zhiyuan with great anxiety.

Fresh, refreshing, fat but not greasy...

"Clang!"

A pair of chopsticks fell on the table. Lin Zhiyuan closed his eyes and said after a long time, "Should you try it and see if you can follow it."

Several chefs started to move without hesitation, but gradually, the speed became slower and slower.

"It's very difficult, the shopkeeper!"

A chef pointed to the Mapo tofu and said, "This tofu seems simple, but it is spicy and fresh. I want to use dogwood, but I am worried about the taste. It's difficult!"

Another chef shook his head and said, "This fish soup is extremely delicious, but I can't see the ingredients. I can only sigh!"

After the chefs finished speaking, they looked at their shopkeeper worriedly. But Lin Zhiyuan smiled bitterly.

After slowly savoring what he had eaten, he felt like pig's trotters. But the pig's trotters were so delicious that he had no idea.

A chef said carefully: "Shopkeeper, we will just do it..."

Another chef had a straightforward temper, and he directly revealed Lin Zhiyuan's concerns.

"Shopkeeper, we only have fewer customers today, but if we move to Peking for a long time, this business will not be done."

"I know!"

Lin Zhiyuan's face turned pale and gritted his teeth and said, "Who is this first-class family?"

Several chefs were speechless, knowing that Lin Zhiyuan was trying to suppress him.

If Lin Zhiyuan is able to make Mingyue Tower bigger in Jinling City, where he is full of strong hands, it is not just the chef who is capable.

"Everyone go back first, I'll go out."

After lunch, Fang Xing went directly to Jubaoshan Qianhu Station.

Dong Pi is very worried recently, especially as the Northern Expedition is getting closer, he is staring at it almost every day. However, these soldiers are trained by Xin Laoqi and nine servants, so he can only be anxious.

"kill!"

The long triangular blade flashed with cold light and pierced with the whistle.

"Beep!"

Xin Laoqi blew the whistle and then saw Fang Xing.

"kill!"

Fang Xing waved his hand and signaled him to continue practicing.

"Mr. Fang, is there news?"

Dong Pi was keen on fame and fortune. Fang Xing was originally planning to ask Zhu Zhanji to replace him, but he didn't expect that this guy had a very positive attitude and immediately corrected his previous minor problems, making it difficult for him to do something.

During this northern expedition, the army was storming hundreds of thousands of people, and no one was worried about failure, so they all wanted to keep up with this express train that made contributions.

Fang Xing shook his head and said, "It's not clear yet, but you can't be careless when practicing."

Then Fang Xing went to find Zhu Fang.

Zhu Fang was building a flintlock rifle with the craftsmen. When he saw Fang Xing, he scratched his head and said, "Master, this flintlock rifle is almost the same. Are we still going to shoot?"

Fang Xing checked the records and nodded, "Stop, I need you to create some armor."

Since everyone has a flintlock rifle, Fang Xing is unwilling to get the charge of hoarding weapons.

"What armor?"

When all the craftsmen heard about building armor, they were frowning.

Now most of the armors in the Ming Dynasty are half-body armor. They need to create iron pieces first, and then drill holes, and connect the armor pieces one by one, which is in great trouble.

Fang Xing took out a piece of paper, pointed to the thing on it and said, "One is half-body armor, built with one stamping, is it difficult?"

Jubaoshan has abundant hydraulic resources, so Zhu Fang has long led people to build a workshop by the river, specializing in using hydraulic power to create large items.

"Young Master, this half-body armor is simple to construct, just hit it with heavy hammers at one time or several times, no problem."

As for iron materials, Zhu Zhanji is not a decoration, and the supply of plate armor for more than a thousand people is not a big problem.

Zhu Fang looked carefully, suddenly pointed at the helmet and asked, "Young Master, why does this kind of helmet look like a small pot?"

say!

Fang Xing glared at Zhu Fang, "It's just that the painting is a bit deviant, but isn't there a size on the edge? The same stamping process can save a lot of cost and time."

Zhu Fang's body was shocked and looked at Fang Xing in disbelief: "Young Master, are you going to append armor to all the soldiers?"

If Fang Xing and Qianhu were used, it could be completely made into scale armor. But Fang Xing repeatedly emphasized low cost and time saving. When Zhu Fang thought of the news of the Northern Expedition, he realized it a little.

Fang Xing nodded and said, "That was the last time in Jiaozhi, the brothers did not have protective gear, and the casualties were mostly caused by the other party's bows and arrows, so I was going to build them in large quantities."

"But it's better to defend against the slash of the saber. As for the spear, I don't have this luxury."

The strength of the slashing saber is far inferior to that of the spear straight stab.

The grassland aliens rarely have long spears, so there is no need to worry.

Zhu Fang nodded, then pointed to the thing next to the drawing of the helmet and asked, "Young Master, what is this?"

Fang Xing said lightly: "This is a facial armor, only revealing her eyes, and she is wrapped with her helmet, and she will be pulled down during wartime."

Zhu Fang had a cold war. Thinking about the Jubaoshan Qianhu Institution that appeared on the battlefield in the future, they were all dressed like this, would the opponent be scared?

"The alien race in the grassland is not as good as Jiaozhi, so we cannot overestimate it."

Fang Xing called more than 100 households to have a meeting, and at the beginning he pointed out his goals.

A northern expedition?
Chapter completed!