Song Zhi spoke eloquently and fluently.

The system was stunned.

After a long while, it managed to utter a single word: "6."

This is simply capital. She is a real capitalist. She can make a restaurant into something special.

System: Limited quantity! Auction! Why don't you win in a lottery?

Song Zhi was shocked. "Huh?" How did you know I'd thought of this? For every 1,000 Chinese Yuan spent on the lottery, there's a 0.05% chance of winning a dish directly. If you draw 80 times, you're guaranteed to get a random dish. If you draw 160 times, you can choose a dish of your choice.

System: Aren’t you afraid of being beaten for coming up with such a rule?

Song Zhi: I was afraid, so I didn’t mention the lottery just now.

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After a series of conversations, Wang Xiang finally got a chance to try out, which was equivalent to an interview.

If the dishes meet Song Zhi's requirements, then Song Zhi will hire Wang Xiang as the head chef of the restaurant to satisfy his desire to cook many dishes.

"Boss Song, I really... thank you so much. I will definitely not let you down, really..."

Wang Xiang said excitedly, and kept bowing to Song Zhi to express his gratitude.

"Okay, I'll wait and see. You can use the hotel's kitchen. Just write me a list of the ingredients you need and I'll prepare them for you."

"Okay, I'll go now."

Wang Xiang couldn't wait to write the order.

He had no doubt about what Song Zhi said, that he would prepare whatever he needed.

After all, I secretly watch what Sister Shi eats every day, so I know very well how fresh the ingredients are.