Ji Xiaoxiao mentally prepared a list: these three restaurants offer good quality food but are expensive. Only a small portion of the residents in this neighborhood can afford them. The vast majority of the rest can only look on with envy and wish for something better, never actually going in to try it.

Where there are customers and demand, there are business opportunities.

Ji Xiaoxiao took the last sip of her milk tea. "Excuse me, I'm going to make my move now."

Ji Xiaoxiao acted swiftly and decisively, investing a large sum of money to rent a store, hire people to renovate, and recruit chefs and service staff. After six months of hard work, Ji Xiaoxiao's hot pot restaurant officially opened for business.

Hot pot restaurant?

That's right, it's a hot pot restaurant. Ji Xiaoxiao owns a hot pot restaurant.

Ji Xiaoxiao had conducted a survey and found that 78% of the residents in this neighborhood liked hot pot. Moreover, hot pot is convenient to eat, and the price of vegetables and fresh meat is not expensive. As long as you don't specifically order expensive dishes, an average family won't spend much money on a meal.

Originally, she thought that opening a shop would be enough to make some money and get by. But things didn't go as planned. Ji Xiaoxiao's hot pot restaurant became a huge hit, with foodies flocking to it every day. Ji Xiaoxiao was counting money until her hands cramped.

One day.

Looking at the long line outside the door, Ji Xiaoxiao felt incredibly sorry for the customers who were braving the scorching sun just to get a bite to eat.

"Little Flower," Ji Xiaoxiao called out.

"Hey, boss lady." A pretty, nimble-fingered girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old walked over.

"Go get some iced lemonade for the people outside to quench their thirst."

"Okay."

The young girl rushed over and called two young men, who carried out a bucket of ice-cold lemonade. The people outside were delighted, and words of thanks echoed throughout the room.

Ji Xiaoxiao smiled. Once she had a good reputation, she still needed to constantly cultivate goodwill.

After the iced lemonade was distributed, a car sped in from not far outside the door, heading straight for the long queue in front of the hot pot restaurant. People were terrified, and the neat queue was thrown into chaos, leaving a space in front of the hot pot restaurant empty.

With a screech, the car performed a beautiful drift and came to a perfect stop.

The car door opened, and a handsome man wearing sunglasses stepped out. He was about 1.8 meters tall and looked to be in his early twenties. His jeans accentuated his long, straight legs, and his fitted blue t-shirt covered his muscular chest. Half of his handsome face was exposed, and his features were flawless, as if every detail had been made by God himself.

"So this is that hot pot restaurant?" The handsome man curled his lips. "It's just so-so. How come that woman praised it to the skies? She's so ignorant, so ignorant. Country girls are just so ignorant."

A little while later, four more cars parked in front of the hot pot restaurant, and three men and four women got out of the cars. They were all handsome and beautiful.

"Brother Yi." The most beautiful and best-figured of the four women walked over and familiarly took Yan Yi's hand.

"Is this the hot pot restaurant?" Yan Yi asked, his tone dismissive.

The pretty woman nodded. "This is it. This hot pot restaurant is the best, but it's always so crowded that I can never get a table."

The beautiful woman looked aggrieved. Yan Yi waved his hand and strode in with his men.

"Wait, you have to queue, you can't cut in line," some people who had been waiting in line for most of the day said unwillingly.

Yan Yi turned around and glared at him fiercely, "I'm cutting in line."

After saying that, he walked straight inside.

There are many true heroes among men, and many foodies are warriors who would die for food. Yan Yi was driving without looking where he was going and almost killed them. Not only did he not apologize, but he also let people cut in line. This is intolerable.

Someone has made a move.

Then, Yan Yi's lackeys easily took care of him.

“Look closely, that’s the young master of the Yan family. If you mess with him, you can forget about living in this city. Get out of here as soon as possible,” the lackey said with pride.

The person lying on the ground stared in disbelief. The Yan family? The infamous Yan family. Rumor had it that Yan Yi, the young master of the Yan family, was a dissolute and unruly playboy. It was common for him to beat people half to death if they were slightly displeased. However, because the Yan family was powerful, Yan Yi's evil deeds were always minimized or ignored, time and time again.

The tense atmosphere instantly subsided, and Yan Yi and his group swaggered into the hot pot restaurant.

counter.

Yan Yi stared at Ji Xiaoxiao, whose smile was forced, with his sharp, starry eyes. "Who is that old lady?"

The beautiful woman holding Yan Yi's arm recognized Ji Xiaoxiao, an outstanding young entrepreneur, and said, "She's the owner of this hot pot restaurant."

Yan Yi gave a soft "Oh," and directly ordered Ji Xiaoxiao, "Auntie, you can tell them to get lost, and then bring me your best food, and hurry up."

Ji Xiaoxiao walked out from behind the counter, stepped up to Yan Yi, and pulled down Yan Yi's head with astonishing speed.

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The words "I love Zhou Ning" echoed like a gentle breeze through the valley, lingering for a long time.

Wu Wentao's face was dark and his breathing was rapid, a sign of extreme anger.

"What did you say? Say it again," Wu Wentao said in a low voice.

With a "what's the use of trying" mentality, Wu Ruo shouted the same thing over and over.

With a "slap", Wu Wentao slapped Wu Ruo across the face.

"You unfilial son, I'll beat you to death today!" Wu Wentao stood up and delivered a punch and a kick that cut through the air, striking Wu Ruo heavily.

Wu Ruo initially refrained from retaliating, but Wu Wentao grew increasingly aggressive, seemingly intent on killing her. Finally, Wu Ruo, unable to bear it any longer, reached out and pushed Wu Wentao. Wu Wentao was a frail scholar, completely defenseless; the young and strong Wu Ruo's gentle push caused him to lose his balance, stumble, and hit his forehead on the corner of the coffee table.

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