The Fortunate Little Chef

A person descended from heaven + the cherished darling of the ancestors + a cunning young lord + a winding and interesting plot = Little Goddess of Fortune, Yi Yami.

He appears to be a profli...

Chapter 55: Opening, customers flocking

"Xiaomi! We are here!" He Tuyuan appeared at the door of the store with a few friends.

Yi Yami greeted him with a smile, "Cousin, you're here! These are your classmates and friends, right?"

He Tuyuan nodded, and those people also greeted him politely.

"Is there any room in the VIP room on the third floor?" Yiyami asked Douya who had just come down from upstairs.

"Yes, there are two more rooms." Douya responded, and the next second went to serve food.

"Cousin, take a few friends to the third floor. Just tell He Miao upstairs what you want to eat. I'm busy, so I won't accompany you." Yi Yami said with a smile.

"Okay, you go ahead and do your thing. We'll go by ourselves." He Tuyuan said with a smile, and walked upstairs with a few people.

A few of them chatted and laughed, and found that there were many calligraphy and paintings by He Tuyuan in the shop, and started discussing them.

"Xiaomi, we're here to help!" He Heihu's family appeared at the door of the store. Yi Yami was surprised. "Uncle, aunt, grandpa, grandma, aunt, Jinlu!"

The He family asked Yi Yami to send Hongdou to sit in the last private room on the third floor.

Yang Zeju happily ate the braised duck while scooping a mouthful of fragrant porridge. "What did I say? Renting it to A-mi was definitely the right decision. Look at all the customers, there are so many, business is booming."

Yang Zifang squinted his eyes while eating, and pricked up his ears to listen to the movement downstairs. He found that the room seemed to have soundproofing measures, and he could not hear clearly. Only when he was near the window could he notice that there was a steady stream of guests coming into the first floor.

Yang Zifang nodded. "This time, I admit that your vision is good."

Yang Zeju stroked his beard proudly.

Yang Zifang had a piece of braised duck in his mouth, thinking about something in his mind, his eyes shining as if he had thought of something.

Downstairs, it was bustling with activity. Some guests had no seats, so they asked those who had seats if they could share a table. The guests were generous and agreed.

"Miss Xiao Yi!" a guest shouted.

"Coming!" Yiyami took a sip of water, quickly put it down, responded with a smile, and walked out.

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