These past few days, Baili Wanwan's research into food has never stopped.
In addition, Lin Lan sends pastries here every few days.
Her face became even rounder.
It's gotten to the point where everyone who passes by has to touch or pinch it.
Baili Wanwan didn't seem to mind. After all, her aunt had said that pinching her little cheeks meant everyone liked her!
The opening of this new restaurant took a little longer than expected.
Since the Lin family took the lion's share, they chose a three-story building as the location, and the opening day was already half a month later.
The restaurant wasn't exactly opulent, but it possessed a simple yet grand atmosphere. The red-carved tables and chairs ensured that even dignitaries wouldn't feel shabby.
"Young Master Lin really knows how to do things. This place is definitely different from our restaurant."
Upon arriving, Zhang Xiu was full of praise for the restaurant at first sight.
Wan Yuekui, standing behind him, chimed in, "That's right. Compared to that, our family's eatery really seems petty."
The two of them talked back and forth, which made Baili Wanwan a little unhappy.
Pouting, she earnestly defended her own: "Wanwan thinks our family's restaurant is the best!"
As she spoke, she put her hands on her hips and stood to the side, displaying a rather haughty and smug demeanor.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiu's face immediately broke into a wide smile: "Wanwan is right, ours is the best!"
Just as he finished speaking, Lin Lan walked up from behind.
"Wanjia Restaurant is for the common people. If officials and wealthy people go there, it will inevitably lower their status. So I opened a restaurant, serving similar dishes, but with more refined ingredients. This way, it won't hinder Wanjia Restaurant's business, and it will also make up for the deficiency."
His plan was ingenious, and his thoughts were thorough.
Wan Suizhou nodded in satisfaction, increasingly feeling that Lin Lan was a promising talent.
Previously, the fish hotpot at Wanjia Restaurant was already well-known throughout the city, and countless merchants and officials of high status wanted to try it, but were too embarrassed to go.
The restaurant has just opened and, with its fish hotpot sign, it has instantly attracted a lot of people.
"Nephew Lin Lan, is this really a fish hot pot? Is it as delicious as Wan Jia's?"
The store had just opened when acquaintances spotted Lin Lan and started teasing her.
Lin Lan smiled and pushed Baili Wanwan forward, saying, "I even brought the little girl who created the fish hotpot here. What do you think?"
After he finished speaking, all the diners on the side became interested.
Looking at Baili Wanwan, who is only three years old, this little girl has actually pioneered the practice of eating fish hot pot.
Who would believe this if I told them?
"Nephew, are you kidding me?"
Upon hearing this, the man pretended to be angry, but as soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiu, who was standing nearby, became genuinely angry.
"What? You don't think much of our little girl?"
Zhang Xiu, a woman, showed no fear in the face of these men. She even spoke with her head held high, displaying a defiant and ready-to-fight attitude.
"Hey, isn't this the chef from the Wan family's kitchen?"
"who?"
"This woman is the owner of Wanjia Restaurant!"
"No way? Could it really be that this little kid invented fish hotpot?"
A group of people whispered among themselves. Zhang Xiu straightened his back even more and said, "Let me tell you, our Wanwan is really something. Not only fish hotpot, but there are many other novel dishes today!"
After she finished speaking, the diners became even more curious.
Lin Lan added at just the right moment, "She's right. Everyone, please come and eat. If we can eat the same dishes twice in half a month, then it's my fault, Lin Lan."
You can eat a different meal every day for half a month?
These words shocked everyone present.
Baili Wanwan raised her chin, her face clearly saying: Praise me!
Everyone initially thought Lin Lan was joking, but when they saw the menu, they were genuinely stunned.
They had never seen any of the dishes on the menu before!
Moreover, the menus of ordinary restaurants are only a few pages long.
But the menu here is as thick as a finger!
"This...is this edible?"
"Is it because they wanted something new that they let that three-year-old girl cook whatever she wanted?"
A group of people ordered food with these questions in mind, but as soon as the dishes arrived, they wanted to slap themselves in the face!
It has a perfect combination of color, aroma, and taste!
With its innovative ideas and high quality, it's no wonder Lin Lan's restaurant is a hit.
In just a few days, they had already made a fortune. However, the initial investment in opening the restaurant was substantial, and they hadn't yet recouped their costs, so it wasn't appropriate to share profits with Wan Suizhou.
However, the Wan family trusted him and didn't urge or make a fuss.
Every day, when he has nothing to do, he comes to the restaurant to sit and think about new dishes.
It was midday, and the restaurant was still packed with people. All the private rooms upstairs were full, and the main hall downstairs was so crowded that there wasn't even room to move.
Baili Wanwan sat in the back kitchen, chin in hand, watching the chef prepare the dishes. When she had nothing to do, she would hum, "Uncle, this fish isn't fresh. The soup won't taste good."
Unbeknownst to them, an uninvited guest had arrived in the front hall.
"Hey, I heard this restaurant is owned by the young master of the Lin family. Will there be any problems if we come here to cause trouble?"
A woman dressed in tattered clothes asked in a low voice.
Zhao Damei sneered, her expression extremely arrogant: "What are you afraid of? I've already asked around; this restaurant is jointly owned by the Lin and Wan families. Since Wan Suizhou has a share, I, Zhao Damei, will have a share too!"
After saying that, she stepped directly into the shop in her mud-covered embroidered shoes.
The waiter was busy when he turned around and saw this scene. He was so frightened that he rushed over.
"Hey, who are you? Come in!"
Although restaurants generally can't turn away customers, their high prices mean that ordinary people rarely come. Let alone a countrywoman like Zhao Damei, covered in mud.
"Me? I'm from the Wan family!"
Zhao Damei glared at the waiter, ignored everyone else, and walked straight to a table.
At this table, an elderly person and a child were sitting on one side, with empty seats next to them.
Without saying a word, Zhao Damei sat down, slammed her hand on the table, and said arrogantly, "Quickly, bring me a fish hot pot and a braised pork knuckle!"
Thinking it over, he still wasn't satisfied and added, "I also want two pounds of sliced beef and half a roast chicken."
This statement completely stunned the waiter.
Although he knew that his restaurant did indeed have a partnership with the Wan family.
But on the opening day, people from Wanjia also came.
I don't see anyone named Zhao Damei.
Furthermore, although the Wan family also came from the countryside, they were clean and their clothes were very neat.
They are well-mannered in their speech and actions.
No matter how you look at it, he and Zhao Damei are not on the same wavelength.
The waiter immediately became furious: "Do you even know that our restaurant is owned by Young Master Lin? You come here to cause trouble without even checking the details!"
After saying that, he ordered his men to drive Zhao Damei away.
Before he could even make a move, Zhao Damei became furious.
She brought her poor relatives with her when she came today.
I was afraid of being taken advantage of if I took action, and now it's come in handy.
She slammed her hand on the table with a thud, stood up, and slapped the waiter across the face: "What? Am I, a member of the Wan family, not allowed to eat food from your restaurant?"
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