The wicked sister-in-law is in charge; meals include fish and shrimp.

Chapter 207 What's wrong with giving me two dishes to eat?

This was her fourth time coming. The woman who had grabbed her clothes the first time she came was still there, but the look in her eyes had changed from pleading to hatred.

Just like before, Wu San lashed the woman's body with his whip several times while cursing incessantly.

This woman had actually been sold twice, but she was returned each time. The buyer didn't even want the money they had paid for her and just wanted him to get rid of her quickly.

He had spent money to buy her in the first place, so how could he bear to part with her? He only hoped to find an even more ruthless buyer to take her back.

The woman, hurt from the beating, shrank into a corner of the cage, her eyes becoming dazed.

Wen Luozhi frowned and glanced at it, feeling that something was wrong but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

After selecting ten people and paying the money, Wu Sanxi went to complete the formalities with a smile and even asked someone to help send the ten people back to Wen Luozhi.

She had previously rented a courtyard near the academy specifically for employee training. When the group arrived, Wen Zixun was training the remaining four people in the previous batch.

Seeing her arrive with her group again, he ran over to her as if to take credit, "Sister, these people are all trained and can be taken to the restaurant now."

Wen Luozhi pulled a string of candied hawthorns from her sleeve and waved it around. "Ta-da! Here's a string of candied hawthorns as a reward for Sixth Brother. You've worked hard, Sixth Brother!"

Wen Zixun felt a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and took the candied hawthorn from Wen Luozhi's hand.

He's so old, why is his sister still treating him like a child?

But he liked her; after all, she was his sister.

Seeing that he was holding the candied hawthorn without moving, Wen Luozhi tore off the thin outer layer of oil paper and brought it close to Wen Zixun's mouth with his hand:

"Sixth Brother, try this! I made it myself!"

Because she didn't like hawthorn, she took the candied hawthorn made with cream and strawberries and saved the biggest skewer for Wen Zixun.

Wen Zixun quickly took a bite. The strawberry juice was sweet and sour, and his mouth was filled with its unique fruity aroma. He then took another bite and ate the remaining half of the strawberry.

He stopped after eating half of it, and carefully wrapped the rest up and put it in his arms.

Wen Luozhi smiled as she watched his actions. Whether it was when they were poor or now, this sixth brother would cherish anything she gave him.

If it weren't for the fact that the candied hawthorn would spoil, she had no doubt that the boy would have kept it forever.

"Sixth Brother, it will melt if you put it in your arms," ​​she warned.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zixun quickly and carefully took it out of his pocket, placed it on the table, and covered it with a winnowing basket.

The brother and sister sat and talked for a while, while the ten people cleaned themselves up and changed into their work clothes.

When they came out, the restaurant had already delivered the food. The brother and sister sat at one table while the others sat at two other tables and ate their lunch.

After a series of assessments, Wen Luozhi took the previous group to the restaurant, while the newly purchased group was left in the courtyard for Wen Zixun to train them.

Back at the restaurant, after she had settled everyone in, Wen Zizhou pointed to the second floor and whispered, "Qian San'er from next door is still upstairs." As he finished speaking, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

That guy ate a whole table of food by himself, and he still kept saying that the food at his restaurant was nothing special. Even a duck that had been dead for three days couldn't be as stubborn as him.

Wen Luozhi carried a pot of tea upstairs, and only Qian San'er's private room on the second floor was occupied.

The door was wide open. She knocked twice politely and went in. Qian San'er was lying on the table, pouting as he sipped his wine and muttering to himself:

"My dear mother, I wish you had stayed longer! I've never had such delicious food before!"

Wen Zizhou almost burst out laughing, but Wen Luozhi glared at him before he obediently shrank behind her.

"Mr. Qian, the food's getting cold. Shall I have someone cook you some fresh food?"

Wen Luozhi poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of him before sitting down opposite him with a smile.

"Hmph, you certainly know how to make money off me."

Qian San'er hiccuped, sat up straight, drank the tea, and sobered up after a while.

"Your food is just so-so, but there are quite a few people here," he said sourly.

He went back to the toilet halfway through the meal, and was almost startled when he stepped out.

The entire second-floor lobby was packed with tables, not to mention the first floor, where only a few narrow aisles were left for serving dishes.

It's clear that everyone thinks the food here tastes good.

But this brat is his enemy! If he says the dish is delicious, wouldn't that be boosting their morale and diminishing his own?!

Hmph, anyway, he has Ah Da and Ah Er to keep him free for half the day, so it won't be long before he surpasses her Dessert Wonderland.

He'll have a chance to really shine then.

"Since the taste is just so-so, then I won't make any money, boss. Please enjoy your meal."

Wen Luozhi gestured for him to leave, and together with Wen Zizhou, she went out of the house and thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

Qian San'er sat in his chair, stamping his feet angrily. "How stingy! What's wrong with such a big restaurant giving me two dishes for free?!"

Before Wen Luozhi and the other person had gone far, Wen Zizhou heard them muttering "shameless" under his breath.

They're already offering it for half price, and they're still giving it to you for free? You wish! You're dreaming!

That annoying guy sends people to the dessert shop every day to buy their pastries. I heard he recently found two skilled pastry chefs to learn how to make them.

They actually managed to make it!

He was a little skeptical at first, so he disguised himself and bought some. Although the taste was slightly different, they looked exactly the same!

More importantly, it's a few coins cheaper than what they sell in their shop. These past few days, there have been more people with free time, and he's seen quite a few people coming and going.

"Sister, do you think if this continues, his shop will learn everything from ours?" he asked angrily, stomping heavily on the stairs.

Wen Luozhi, who was standing two steps higher than him, raised her hand and tapped his head, scolding in a low voice, "Are you some kind of monster, making such a racket coming downstairs?! Don't disturb Mother and the others' rest!"

Wen Zizhou immediately became quiet after being knocked on the ground, and his steps became much lighter.

"What's there to be afraid of? They simply can't keep up with our pace of releasing new products."

By the time they come up with something new, everyone will probably be tired of it.

In addition, many of the ingredients for desserts were taken from the system by her; without those ingredients, they wouldn't be able to make them.

However, it must be said that the two new pastry chefs at Banrixian are quite skilled. Although they can't make 100% identical pastries, they can make 80 or 90% identical ones.

Of course, this is on the premise that all the materials can be found.

While she was thinking about Ah Da, who had a half-day of leisure, he was busy in the kitchen, completely overwhelmed.

Because Ah Er was still a bit listless, he started figuring out the rest of the desserts on his own. He had already made that dessert called Snow Mochi four times but still hadn't succeeded.

Seeing that the ice in the bowl was about to melt completely, and that the mochi would become soft and limp, what was he going to do?

He wondered what the white stuff inside was. He initially thought it was egg white.

The result was a fishy smell, just like eggs wrapped in dough!

The waiter came in twice, and seeing him staring blankly at the plump, white pastry, he got another scolding:

"What are you standing there for? Have you finished making the pastries yet? If you haven't, I'll dock your pay!"