"It's not that I'm a natural person with short stubbornness and I can't cook, but I can't do anything else," Xiaofried Master shook his head with a bitter face.

Lin Miao smiled, "Then you keep it here. Everyone here is familiar with the taste of your fried food, but when I'm not here, you have to watch more for me."

"This is no problem," said the fried chef when Lin Miao was not around earlier.

March passes in the blink of an eye.

One morning on a clear and clean morning, the first branch of Linji Shop opened.

After the lively ribbon cutting, there were a lot of guests.

Lin Miao finished coaching the clerk in the kitchen and saw that the seats were full when he came out.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and watched Qin Zixuan wander among the guests.

He noticed Daolin Miao's gaze and came over with a smile.

"How about it?"

"You have mastered the same technique and the temperature, but the worst is experience."

The guy hasn't learned cooking properly, and even if he did tutoring, he was a little worse after all.

Fortunately, the medicinal food is only a dozen dishes, and I can barely deal with it if I hire a master to cut and stir-fry and season.

"After a few days, you will be better if you get familiar with it," Qin Zixuan looked at the diners in the blink of an eye and smiled: "I didn't expect that your shop is not small, and it just opened to welcome the whole house."

"That's why you're promoting it well," Lin Miao praised.

Half a month ago, Qin Zixuan asked someone to send flyers in the surrounding office buildings, and even made a gimmick of discounts for the first three days. The price was not enough to buy medicinal materials, so why didn’t people come and try it?

"Propaganda is just a means, it depends on the follow-up now," Qin Zixuan smiled and turned around.

Lin Miao nodded, "I will stay here during this period."

With Lin Miao’s promise, Qin Zixuan was relieved.

Half a month later, another small shop opened.

Lin Miao still guided him for more than half a month until another company opened.

This kind of life was very hurrying, and it was half a year later when I returned to my own shop without realizing it.

During this period, all the stores of Linji Shop have been on track.

It also caused real materials to be honest and fair, and it is already well-known in the white-collar circle in the imperial capital.

Even some people living in the suburbs will come here with their families while on vacation.

Linji Shop has a lot of diners, and it’s even more full.

As long as the door is opened every day, someone will come to the door and you will not be able to rest until it closes.

Time passes quickly in this busy life. When Lin Miao is shocked, it is already the end of the year.

She searched for Qin Zixuan and proposed to withdraw 20% of the monthly income as a reward to everyone in the store.

Qin Zixuan only pondered for a moment and then agreed.

On the first day of the holiday, all members of the Linji Shop gathered in the auditorium of a hotel.

After drinking and eating, Lin Miao and Qin Zixuan distributed the money according to their positions.

When it was Meng Zhu's turn, she held the stack of money and looked confused.

"Lin Miao, haven't you paid me all the salary?"

"This is dividends," Lin Miao smiled and said, "I won't say anything big. Thank you for a hard year, everyone will buy some good things for their family, and continue to work hard next year to make more money."

"Okay," everyone answered very loudly.

Everyone is in a great mood with a generous bag.

The fuss didn't end until midnight.

Lin Miao took Meng Zhu, who was half drunk, back home.

After entering the door, Meng Zhu fell staggeringly on the sofa, smiling silly.

"Lin Miao, I have money."

"Yes, if you have money, the bank will be open tomorrow. Please save it quickly," Lin Miao said.

"I don't save it," Meng Zhu pouted, stretched out her hands and danced, "I want to spend it, and I won't have a single point left."

"Okay," Lin Miao took off her coat and hung it up, and then pulled her. After all, she found that Meng Zhu was already asleep.

She shook her head helplessly, took the quilt to cover it, and went to clean herself up.

It is inevitable to drink a little on such occasions. She was sure that there was no smell of alcohol on her body, so she lay down on the bed.

The quiet surroundings were too quiet, and Luo Yan still appeared in his mind as usual.

"It's not moving for so long," she muttered slightly annoyed, turned over and wrapped the quilt, forcibly dispersing her newly rising face.

The next morning, before Lin Miao woke up, he heard a sound of table tennis from the kitchen.

She yawned lazily and took her shoes out, and saw Meng Zhu coming out with her steamed bun.

"How did you do it?"

Looking at Meng Zhu with flour on her face, Lin Miao grinned.

"Yes, look, how about it?"

Meng Zhu presented treasure to her.

Lin Miao pressed the surface without any elasticity, and looked at her look of expectation, so she had to say against her will: "Not bad."

"real?"

Meng Zhu put the steamed buns on the table with joy.

When Lin Miao washed up, she had already arranged the dishes and chopsticks.

After sitting down, Lin Miao struggled to pull off a piece of steamed bun and looked at the color inside, "This one shouldn't be ripe."

"No way," Meng Zhu pinched the obvious difference in color in the middle of the core and put it in her mouth.

After a moment, she vomited with a bitter face.

"Forget it, don't eat it," she poured the steamed buns directly into the trash can and went to get the porridge again.

"This can be eaten," Lin Miao took a sip of the side dishes mixed in the morning.

Meng Zhu followed her and drank in disappointment.

After breakfast, Lin Miao packed up the dishes and said, "By the way, you pack up, we'll catch the train later."

“Where to go?”

Meng Zhu turned her stool and asked.

"Go home," Lin Miao smiled.

Meng Zhu's face was slightly dim.

Lin Miao finished packing and saw that her face was wrong, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"I won't go, you go back."

Meng Zhu stood up and went back to the bedroom.

Lin Miao was stunned for a moment and realized that she had touched her sadness.

She walked to the bedroom door and knocked a few times.

There was no movement in the room. She pushed the door and found that it was not locked. Meng Zhu leaned against the door and lay on her side.

"Or we go out to play?"

Lin Miao sat down beside the bed and said softly.

Meng Zhu turned her head, "What should you do at home?"

"I'll discuss with my mother and see if she can come here after the New Year."

Meng Zhu's lips moved, and she wanted to say something, but she didn't speak in the end.

Lin Miao smiled in understanding.

Meng Zhu was taken away by Koma at a very young age. Perhaps she didn't even know who her parents were.

Although she has been taking care of her over the years, she is not her parents after all, so how could she not desire her?

"Where do you want to go?"

Lin Miao asked.

Meng Zhu thought for a while, "I want to go to the south to see the sea."

"Okay, then go and see the sea," Lin Miao nodded with a smile.

Meng Zhu lived in the southern part of the country since she was a child and was used to the climate there. After she arrived in the imperial capital, even if she tried hard to adapt, she still felt very cold.

"I'll book the air ticket," Lin Miao stood up.

"Wait," Meng Zhu got up, "Why would you bring your aunt and uncle?"

"Otherwise, they will be lonely at this moment."

"Okay, then I'll tell her, let's go there to celebrate the festival together?"

Lin Miao asked with a smile.

Meng Zhu nodded, with a little joy in her eyes.
Chapter completed!