The next morning, Song Zixuan woke up from the smell of the fragrance. He yawned and sat up.

"Mom, it smells so good." Song Zixuan said, rubbing his eyes.

"Go and brush your teeth quickly. Today I will fry poached eggs and intestines for you. You will bring one for Ruizi later."

"Okay, mom, you are biased. If there is Ruizi, you are not Tianshuo? I'm just calling you a silly."

Song Zixuan stood up and said with a smile.

Han Rong glanced at him: "Can that be the same? Tian Shuo's family is in good condition, and he is a young master, but Ruizi is different. There is no one at home. Now he is following you, and he lives in a small hotel at the door. No one cares about food, and it is difficult to eat hot."

"I can buy it, and Ruizi is not short of money. If I am stable in the future, I will pay him a high salary."

Song Zixuan said while brushing his teeth.

"Then the ones you buy are more fragrant than what you make at home? Okay, hurry up and take them to their children after eating."

"Okay."

Song Zixuan took a few big bites and said, "By the way, mom, you and my sister will clean up in two days and go out with me."

"Ah? And me? Haha, why are you going? Is Boss Song Da going to invite us to travel?" Song Yinan sat up from the bed and said.

"Hey, I thought you weren't awake, so I was eavesdropping there." Song Zixuan said.

"What eavesdropping? How big is this house? Tell me quickly, where are you going?" Song Yinan said.

"Yes, waiter, where are you going? How many days are you going? There is still a lot of work in this house." Han Rong said.

Song Zixuan smiled and said, "Mom, don't listen to my sister. In just a few days, we'll go out for a meal and chat all night."

"Hey, your kid, why are you going out to eat? How good it is to cook at home."

"Mom, our family has to gather outside. You don't have to cook or collect outside. You should enjoy it too."

Song Yinan nodded and said, "Yes, mom, listen to the waiter. It's time for the three of us to go out for a walk."

"Okay, that's it. Please listen to my letter at any time." Song Zixuan tucked the last bite of egg into his mouth, "Then I'll leave first, bring breakfast to Ruizi."

"Oh, you'll go out after chewing, don't rush the wind, this kid..."

After walking out of the house, Song Zixuan sighed. After all, he did not tell Han Rong and Song Yinan that he planned to take them to Qinglong Bay, and the destination was Kaiwo Hotel.

As usual, when Song Zixuan walked to the entrance of the alley, Fang Rui was already waiting there.

Song Zixuan also asked him why he didn't go in. Fang Rui said he was afraid that Han Rong and the others would cause trouble for the family when they saw it. Song Zixuan was still very pleased at that time.

After all, Song Zixuan is filial and the most unbearable thing is that his mother is suffering. If Fang Rui thinks this way, Song Zixuan will treat him as his own person.

I arrived at the hotel earlier today, after all, it was a weekend. According to convention, the weekend traffic of the hotel is much larger than usual, so there are naturally more preparations in advance.

Although the preparation of Emperor Fried Rice is nothing, now that he is the boss, Song Zixuan also knows more about the kitchen with Hu Zhen, and also prepares the work in the front hall.

After the preparations were done, Song Zixuan went to the second floor to find a private room, took out his cell phone and called it over to Master Cheng Ba.

"Brother, how are you doing? I heard that business was not very good the previous two days, but I didn't dare to ask you."

Song Zixuan smiled when he heard this. Master Cheng was really cute. He was scolded by himself last time, but now he doesn’t dare to ask about the situation in the hotel anymore.

However, Song Zixuan also understood that even if he didn't ask himself, he would ask Hu Zhen and Yang Gang and others through Lei Zi indirectly. "Don't worry, Master Ba, the hotel will definitely get better. It's just a matter of time. By the way, I'll call you today to tell you something."

Then, Song Zixuan told Cheng Ba about the situation of the gangsters coming to make trouble last night.

"Grandma, these little bishops are crazy. You dare to come to the Eighth Master's place to cause trouble. Okay, brother, don't worry, I'll let Lei Zi and the others go there later."

"Don't, Master Eighth, I'm still open in broad daylight, and they're probably going to make trouble at night. Let's do it. Let Lei Zi bring his brothers here in the past two days." Song Zixuan said.

"Okay, no problem, I'll listen to you. What time do you say?"

Master Cheng Ba also figured it out. Now his wealth and life are tied to Song Zixuan. If Song Zixuan does a good job, he will be glorious. If he doesn't do it well, he will have no place to cry.

Now he is a desperate bet, and he has no choice but to cooperate with all his strength.

Song Zixuan thought for a while: "In this way, let's get off work at 9:30. If you come, you can come over at 9:00. If you come, go to the second floor to rest. I will serve them melon seed snacks and tea, but... Master Eighth, I'm afraid they will have to work hard."

"Hmm? What does it mean?" asked Master Cheng Ba.

"They probably have to be on night shift. Ruizi taught those gangsters a lesson yesterday, so I guess they don't dare to come during the day, and maybe they will come to take revenge in the middle of the night. If our new store is smashed, although it won't be much money, it will not be a good sign in the end." Song Zixuan said.

Upon hearing this, Master Cheng Ba said, "Okay, don't worry, Lei Zi and the others have no problem. They are all bachelors who have not married their wives, so let them on night shift!"

"Okay, then I'll thank Master Ba. It probably won't be too long, it's just a few days."

After hanging up the phone, Song Zixuan was relieved. If someone came to make trouble, it would be better for Eighth Master to come forward. They are people from the underground world and they are just eating this bowl of rice.

Song Zixuan didn't want the people around him to be involved in such a thing. Whether it was Sang Tianshuo or Fang Rui, since he followed him, he wanted to take responsibility.

As soon as he hung up the phone, he saw the door being pushed open. Yang Gang said excitedly: "Second...Second Master, hurry up, the kitchen, the emperor fried rice!"

"Hmm? Someone ordered it?"

"Yes... hurry up, three copies!"

"Okay, I'll go down now."

Song Zixuan's reaction was very calm. After all, he had experienced queuing up early every day and 20 orders were thrown at 11 o'clock.

Then, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of fried rice. Since there were not many people ordering and the stove was not popular, the aroma of fried rice was not destroyed by other dishes, and the aroma of fried rice was particularly strong.

Even the chef who was working on the side stopped and looked at Song Zixuan.

To be honest, any chef who sees such a dish will want to steal it, and even if he doesn't dare, he will take a look.

But Song Zixuan's technique is simple, especially the ingredients are rice and eggs, so I can't tell anything at all, so it's useless to steal it.

Three portions of Emperor Fried Rice were served on the table, and Song Zixuan also walked out at the same time. Only then did he notice that these three were regular customers of the Dashi Agenda.

Those three diners are all dressed in a noble manner. After all, those who can afford to eat imperial fried rice are definitely not as powerful as ordinary people. These three servings cost nearly 2,700 yuan.

"Haha, three, does the taste taste good?" Song Zixuan asked.

"It's great. We thought that only the Dashi Dynasty had this flavor. I didn't expect that you are so authentic."

"Yes, the three of us live in the east of the city, and it's far away to Dashi Dai. Who knows that there are actually people in the east of our city."

Song Zixuan smiled and nodded: "It's good to match the taste, I'll bother my brothers to recommend it in the future."

"It's easy to say, but I heard that the Emperor's fried rice from the Dashi Dynasty has been removed from the shelves. Brother, you won't be..."

"Yes, I used to work in the Dashi Agency, but now I'm working here." Song Zixuan said with a smile.

The guest patted his forehead: "I said, it turned out that it was just you fried it. The taste is really great. I went to your place to eat it, but after I was often queued up and I was busy again, so I didn't go."

Song Zixuan smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I see that my brothers look familiar, I will give you some side dishes later."

"Okay, brothers are very particular!"

Soon, Sang Tianshuo brought two dishes to the three of them, which was a gift. The profit was huge compared to the emperor fried rice, and giving a few dishes was nothing.

Sang Tianshuo approached the counter and said, "Master, it's really good. If you don't open, you won't open. Once you open, you will get three copies. Now, Master Cheng Ba is happy, right?"

"Haha, this is the beginning. Emperor fried rice started little by little in the Dashi Dian. It will be a while. I guess... the order will be hit soon."

Sang Tianshuo smiled: "Think about the fact that there are so many people queuing up in this Facai Hotel every morning, haha, I'm so excited."

Although three servings of fried rice were sold at noon, the number of other diners was not very large. After all, they were newly opened restaurants and the signature dishes had not yet been raised. They could not have the effect of driving, so it was still difficult to fill them up.

That night, it was a little improved. There were five tables on the first floor, and there was only one private room on the second floor. Overall, it was a great improvement compared to the previous two days.

The most important thing is that two more Emperor fried rice were released in the evening, and five were added together, which was really a good start.

"Second Master, my business is good today. I was almost full just now." Yang Gang smiled while wiping the table.

Song Zixuan nodded: "Opening a hotel in Dumen City, if you want to become popular, you have to look at night. After all, it is different from other places. Dumen people attach the most importance to supper."

"Yes, it seems that's true. Master, why do you think this is? I see that there are many cities where there are many people having lunch." Sang Tianshuo said.

Song Zixuan smiled: "This is related to the history of Dumen. Dumen is close to the sea and inland rivers. As the saying goes, what to eat, many Dumen people in the early years made a living by fishing."

"Those fishermen... all only eat supper?" Yang Gang said.

Fang Rui said on the side: "They are still on the water or on the sea at noon, so how do you eat?"

"Haha, Ruizi is half right. People still have to eat when they are hungry. Before men go to sea, their wives will make a lot of breakfast to eat, or bring some, so lunch is almost done at sea."

Song Zixuan lit a cigarette and continued, "Although the meal was solved, the party could not be gathered, so the Dumenmen attached great importance to the dinner and also designated the dinner as a meal for relatives and friends. This custom has continued to this day."

Sang Tianshuo raised his hand and said, "Ah, I understand, so the Dumenmen also attaches great importance to breakfast."

"That's right," Song Zixuan smiled slightly and said, "Because even if the people who go out to sea bring food, they will only have a bite at noon, so breakfast is very important. You have to eat enough and eat well, so that you can have the strength to fish."

Yang Gang grabbed his head and smiled: "I have so much knowledge to learn about breakfast and dinner. Second Master, you know so much."

"Haha, the second master knows a lot, you will learn it in the future."

Several people were chatting, but an old man walked in with a smile on his face. It was Ghost Master.

"Haha, I'm talking to you, shopkeeper, give me a glass of wine."

Song Zixuan smiled: "Tianshuo, pour wine for Gui Ye, a plate of peanuts."
Chapter completed!