He Bao has handled all the previous compensation for poisoned diners, and the family members have not had much problem with the amount of compensation.

Chu Wei can only be glad that he didn't meet his deadbeat.

He Wenyuan and Sheng Huaijin are running around for this matter, but this matter is difficult. You can't force others to enter the restaurant to eat by pressing the heads of other people's diners, and you can't give them a foolish trick like "I'll give you money when I come in and eat."

It is still necessary to make diners willing to come in and have a meal again.

Things like reputation may be destroyed after decades of hard work. Once it is destroyed, it will be even more difficult to establish again.

No one has been here for half a month.

Zhang Yang wished he could die and apologize.

He Wenyuan just wanted to use violence against Zhang Yang, but was stopped by Chu Wei: "It would be useless to beat him and scold him now."

Li Baojian muttered in his heart, "Mr. He has no place to vent his bad temper, it's so painful."

He Wenyuan said again: "I have a friend from Fucheng, Nanfang. They have a dish called Sancun Chicken. I have eaten it and it tastes very good. No one in Haicheng should have eaten it. Otherwise, quote this dish?"

Chu Wei's eyes lit up: "Do you have three cups of chicken? Yes, list them as a backup first."

Even if you make flowers like chicken, there is no gimmick and it won’t attract diners.

When you say there is donkey meat in the restaurant, the diners will definitely find it fresh and can't help but want to taste it.

He Wenyuan's suggestion was gone again, and the eyes looked at Zhang Yang seemed to have a blade. Zhang Yang felt that he was being lingchied by Mr. He's eyes.

After the people dispersed, He Wenyuan said softly: "Do you have to get donkey meat?"

Chu Wei stared at him: "Not necessarily, there are other alternatives."

"What? I'll do it for you."

Chu Wei: "Dragon meat."

He Wenyuan:...

"You girl."

Chu Wei smiled: "I'll think of other ways."

During this period, the business of Zhao Meifeng and Chulan Hotel became even more popular.

There are only two big hotels nearby, and no one from Chuwei visited them, so they naturally went to visit their Penglai Garden.

Chu Lan was so happy that she wanted to show off her. She wanted to go to Chu Wei to show off every day, but she was afraid of being beaten last time, so she didn't dare to wander in front of Chu Wei for the time being.

But Chu Wei naturally knew that Penglaiyuan's business was booming.

She was anxious, but she knew it was useless to be anxious.

Sheng Huaijin was not only able to pay money, but he couldn't help anything else. During this period, he asked Uncle Zhang to drive him to the Yong'an Production Brigade.

When we went there, the autumn harvest happened to be. The rainy season passed. The whole family had divided the food fields of two acres. There were so many people who harvested rice, so it was not very busy.

Hongguo also helped bundle weeds and cut rice in the fields. Even the ten-year-old Xiaojiuer helped deliver food and water.

The autumn was clear and cool. Hongguo cut a few bundles of rice and straightened her waist to breathe a sigh of relief. She saw the young master walking over the ridges who was incompatible with the rice fields.

Why did Sheng Huaijin come here?

Everyone who worked in this field was staring at Sheng Huaijin. Sheng Huaijin was wearing a white shirt and had a white skin. He looked like a city man and lived a generous life. Why did he come to this field?

Sheng Huaijin walked all the way to Hongguo. Hongguo held the sickle in his hand and made a defensive posture: "What are you doing?"

Sheng Huaijin looked at her wearing a cold hat, with fine sweat on her temples and a red face.
Chapter completed!