Relying on the system of criticizing people to become a god in farming literature

Some guests cast their sights out of the window and looked downstairs.

At this moment, there are many people standing in front of the Fuchun Restaurant, looking upstairs in twos and threes.

This action of the person below unintentionally satisfied the vanity of the guests upstairs.

What Cheng Yao said next made everyone look at her with admiration.

"I think you are all quite satisfied with this meal, right?"

"As the first batch of guests of our Fuchun Restaurant, we are very grateful for everyone's support and love."

"Just talking about it is meaningless. We have to come up with something so that everyone can see our sincerity."

"Well, whenever our restaurant launches new dishes, everyone here will have priority to taste them and enjoy the restaurant's new dishes as soon as possible."

"Not only that, if you come to the restaurant to dine on weekdays, you can also get priority use of the high-end private rooms. Whether it is a party or entertaining guests, you can get the best level of hospitality."

The guests who can spend a lot of money on the first day and come to Fuchun Restaurant to try something new are all the best people in Yuecheng.

Any discounts or discounts are only available to ordinary people and are not even remotely attractive to these rich people.

What these people like most is the privilege of being above everyone else.

It means that within a given scope, you can enjoy resources that others cannot reach to the maximum extent.

The more different they are, the more superior they appear.

As expected, after Cheng Yao finished speaking, the smiles on everyone's faces visibly deepened.

No one agreed directly, but Cheng Yao was able to read the deeper meaning from everyone's expressions.

If everyone is happy with it, that's enough.

In just a few moments, it didn't take much effort, just the time it took for words to collide, and he successfully won over many people's hearts.

"Chef Cheng is not only good at cooking, he is also so considerate in his conduct. He is really formidable."

"Who says it's not?"

"Hahaha, go ahead and say goodbye."

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After sending the guests away, the restaurant returned to its usual silence.

There was still an afternoon of free time before the evening business hours, and Cheng Yao planned to use this time to visit Mr. He.

Discuss some matters with him and invite him to join Fuchun Restaurant to add another boost to the restaurant's prosperous business.

"Lingling, I'm going out for a trip. I'll leave the affairs in the restaurant to you."

"I will be back on time in the evening. Remember to prepare the dishes first, so that it will be more convenient."

Fu Lingling was cleaning up the mess left by the guests. She raised her head and responded while putting away the bowls and chopsticks.

"I got it! Go ahead! I'm here, don't worry!"

After getting Fu Lingling's reply, Cheng Yao went out with confidence.

I had inquired earlier and found out that Mr. He lived in Yuhua Lane. Just keep walking along this road and you will find the first alley where you turn left at the end of the road.

Cheng Yao walked through the alley with light steps.

Not long after, he stopped outside a simple and quaint courtyard.

This is the deepest part of the alley, like a corner forgotten by time, full of tranquility and harmony.

The surrounding tall trees provide a natural barrier.

The house inside is surrounded by a low stone wall, covered with green vines, adding a touch of life to the yard.

Cheng Yao organized her words in her mind, then took two steps forward and gently knocked on the door of the house.

"He Lao? Are you at home?"

"I'm Xiao Cheng from Fuchun Restaurant! I'm here to visit you today!" "If it's convenient, can you open the door for me?"

After Cheng Yao's questioning ended, the surroundings were still quiet, as if no one existed.

Um? Didn't it come at the right time? He Lao is out for something?

Cheng Yao glanced sideways at the sky. At this time, most people should be eating and resting at home, right?

Or is it because He Lao is old and feels sleepy after eating?

Many ideas popped up one after another. Cheng Yao didn't dare to act rashly, so she planned to ask again.

"Bang bang bang-"

The copper lock on the wooden door was knocked again by Cheng Yao.

"He Lao——"

This time, as soon as he spoke, he got a reply from the person in the room.

"Who?"

Sensing that someone was at home, Cheng Yao's brows quickly colored with joy.

"It's me! Xiao Cheng from Fuchun Restaurant! Cheng Yao!"

Mr. He was packing potted plants in the back just now. He was separated by a room, and because he was old, he couldn't hear clearly.

It was only when he walked to the front yard that he confirmed that someone was indeed looking for him.

After knowing that it was Cheng Yao who came to see him, Mr. He quickly put down the things in his hands and stepped forward to open the door to greet him.

He had always been concerned about the matter of Guiyuan Rou. He had planned to go there to ask for advice in the past two days, but unexpectedly the other party came to his door first.

This saved him a lot of energy, which was a good thing.

"Squeak-"

The old wooden door was opened by Mr. He from the inside. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Cheng Yao's smiling face.

"Mr. He, you are at home! It's great!"

"I have something I want to discuss with you. I wonder if you have time to chat with me."

Hearing this, Mr. He immediately made an invitation gesture, signaling Cheng Yao to come in and talk.

"Of course it's convenient. Miss Ayao, come in first and sit down for a while. I'll make you a cup of tea."

After saying that, Mr. He immediately turned around and walked into the house to make tea for the guests.

Cheng Yao nodded in agreement with a smile, put her hands behind her back, and walked in behind He Lao.

There is a path paved with bluestones in the yard, and a variety of flowers and plants are planted on both sides of the path.

There are peonies in full bloom, roses in bud, and unknown small wild flowers that sway gently in the breeze, exuding a faint fragrance.

At the end of the path, there is a quaint wooden pavilion with a thatched top.

There is a stone table and several stone benches in the pavilion. On the table is a set of exquisite ceramic tea sets.

On the other side of the yard, there is a wooden rocking chair covered with a piece of cotton cloth.

The furnishings and scenery in front of you give people a peaceful feeling of time.

While Cheng Yao was looking at the surrounding environment, Mr. He walked out of the room with the brewed tea.

"Miss Ayao, please sit down and have a sip of hot tea first."

Mr. He gestured for Cheng Yao to take a seat. Faced with the elder's invitation, Cheng Yao naturally did not dare to refuse and sat down.

"I'm quite surprised that Miss A-Yao came to visit in person. I was wasting some time planting flowers and plants in the backyard, so I hope you can bear with me."

Mr. He explained with a smile that as a junior Cheng Yao, it was naturally impossible for him to mind such a trivial matter, and he waved his hand quickly.

"It's okay, it's okay. I don't care about this little thing."