Distracted from her thoughts, Su Jiaoniang realized that she didn't have enough money. If she wanted to support male lovers, she would need to open hot pot restaurants in both the Great Zhou and Qi Kingdoms.
Otherwise, the gigolo might run away.
That's really difficult!
There is generally no trust between people; it is more stable to be bound by interests.
As Su Jiaoniang watched Madam Feng leave, she drifted into a languid state.
After thinking for a moment, she led Granny Jie toward the hot pot shop. With the New Year approaching, she needed to summarize the business at the hot pot restaurant.
After washing her hands, Xie followed behind Su Jiaoniang.
The two walked to a hot pot restaurant in the county town.
Su Jiaoniang noticed that the Cai family's hot pot restaurant across the street was also very popular.
She walked into her own shop.
Following the waiter's lead, he asked, "Has business been greatly affected?"
"It's a bit big. Our customers who went to eat across the street for the first time said that the food there wasn't very good, the taste was much worse, and the ingredients didn't seem fresh. They could point out a hundred things that were bad. But recently, those people have been coming to our place much less. Fortunately, our hot pot tastes good enough. Losing eighteen or dozens of customers won't have a big impact on us."
The waiter quickly brought the pot to the customer.
Su Jiaoniang sat at the table and asked the waiter to bring her a hot pot with two broths.
Put the food in yourself, take a bite from the small condiment dish.
The spicy flavor is familiar yet irresistible.
Everyone has different tastes; those who don't come from the same family might prefer the Cai family's.
Su Jiaoniang is a person who is easy to let go of.
Just then, Su Jiaoniang smelled a strange odor.
The flavors in hot pot restaurants are already rich, and some strange flavors are mixed in, making it difficult to find the source.
but……
Su Jiaoniang stood up and walked around the shop.
The gaze fell on a gaunt man.
He took a couple of bites of hotpot, shook his head vigorously, grabbed his head, and scratched his hair hard, finding many more strands of hair between his fingers: "Why does this taste so different? What happened?"
He then called the waiter over and berated him before staggering outside.
Su Jiaoniang's expression grew increasingly serious.
She stared at the pot, took out a spoon, and smelled it. The taste was exactly the same as what she had just eaten.
She glanced back at the departing person, narrowed her eyes, and seemed to understand.
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