Gu Xiang yawned, and the breeze was blowing outside the window.

Last night, she took a good medicine bath and asked Le'er and the others to pinch it from head to toe. It was so comfortable. After a long time of dawn, she still felt her bones were soft and she felt like she was sitting in the clouds.

She thought that most of the masters in the health care centers of her era must not have the skills of girls like Le'er.

Although Le'er is still so young, they are serious about everything they learn.

If these little girls were in her era, they might all be top students, and at least they could get into the 211 exam.

Before the sky was dawn, there were rustling sounds outside the window.

It seemed that the old housekeeper of the Fan family, Qi Bo, took Fan Baole, the child to play in the vegetable garden. I didn’t know what I saw, and I laughed.

Gu Xiang sighed in his heart. Thinking of the situation of the Fan family, he still had to take care of Fan Baole, the child, turn over and wrap himself in the quilt, get up without rushing, brushing the system for a while, and then he saw a pretty interesting prop appear in the instant kill today.

After looking at the introduction, the effect of this prop seems to be a little similar to the "Masked Dance". Of course, it is far from magical, and at most it is something that adds icing on the cake to the food.

Gu Xiang couldn't help but sigh when he thought of the masked dance party.

She was using that prop at that time, and she was really forced to use it. She was just a newcomer. She just got the system and used it in a mess. In the end, she seemed to be using it well, without any loss, at least not too much, after all, she really stopped the imperial envoy and made a way for the Yongyi Army, which also gave Gu Zhuang a different future.

But now when I think about it carefully, I am really scared. There are actually mystery and traps hidden there.

There were so many magical props in the system. The ‘Mask’ was a promotional price at that time, and she could afford it, but once she got used to using these things, she would never give up again?

These props are not only not cheap, but may drain her food and end up killing her silently. There are actually many traps hidden inside.

If Gu Xiang gets the masked dance party, he just thinks that everything is false, creates the story background and creates characters randomly, what will happen in the end? Who knows?

Her story was already outrageous, but the purpose was clear, and she didn't think about it for so long. At the end, she ended up. Just think about it carefully and her script was very terrible.

What if she performed more and shaped the enemy more terrifyingly, or even if she became a demon in her heart, what would happen if she was addicted to it?

He shook his head gently, Gu Xiang smiled, no longer thinking about the past.

The promotional props are called "Food Story". To put it bluntly, they are accompanied by some "allusions" for these dishes and food.

It is related to what he sells to emperors, celebrities, and famous historical events in later generations, and has fabricated various unofficial historical stories. It is similar to the works.

It is to make the food you make not only satisfy the diners' stomachs, but also the spirit of the diners.

If it was in Guzhuang, this prop would definitely be useless.

These villagers in Guzhuang do not have the strength to pursue something higher and more important. They will be extremely happy if they can fool their stomachs every day.

But if you are in Beijing, even the waiters can report the place where the dishes are named after the restaurants are very different.

Gu Xiang also felt that it is easy to make money and difficult to make money in the capital. Diners in the capital have much higher requirements than Gu Zhuang.

In Yongyi Army and Guzhuang, Gu Xiang put enough oil, salt and seasonings. Diners will be satisfied if they don’t cook the food.

However, in Beijing, if you only look at the "food magazines", "gourmets", and chef selections, you will know how good these diners are and how delicious they are. If you want them to contribute food, you really need to change some new tricks from time to time.

"Um."

Gu Xiang simply sat up, took a notebook and eyebrow pencil, calculated carefully, and saw if it was cost-effective to take down this prop.

"If you don't need props to make up stories, just make them up by yourself."

When it comes to making up stories, Gu Xiang feels that she is not an expert, but she is half an expert. She has been good at telling stories since she was a child.

Gu Xiang was thinking when he heard Qiu Li's roar outside: "I'm wrong again!"

"Shh! The little lady is still resting, just a little louder."

Cherry slapped her father and slapped her father, but she was also anxious, "Ermu, stare at the back door and stop me. If it weren't for our cuteness last night, Zhang Qiaoan would have brought people over the wall."

Qiu Li hummed a few times: "I really don't know how to live or die!"

When the little lady at home is not here, they naturally only sell the portal. When the snow eagle is there, all the mechanisms that the little lady is not allowed to open are opened.

The young lady just came back and the agency had not had time to close. If these people were gentlemen on the beam, they would not dare to say that they would have to be killed. If they broke their arms and legs and were half dead, wouldn’t it be worse than death?

Since they arrived in the capital, Gu Ji's bad reputation has become more and more exaggerated. Qiu Li and his friends are friendly to each other and do their best to the diners. Although they don't say it on the surface, they are very grateful to these diners for their love for "Gu Ji".

When their reputation was the worst, the diners were still loyal. Qiu Li was particularly moved. She had seen the miserable situation of people who were forced to stay in their hometown by notoriousness and had nowhere to go. Compared to Gu Xiang, Qiu Li and the others cared more about the word "fame".

At this moment, she cursed the diners here, but she was thinking about how to satisfy the diners' growing appetite.

When the little lady returns, they should all stand up.

Qiu Li thought about it carefully and was frowning: "Or, hang a few more lanterns outside the wall at night, put a few insulated boxes, and put more meat pies and pickles. Anyway, they came here at night, and the most of them were meat pies, most of them were pickles from our house..."

Gu Xiang laughed out loud.

The diner was so enthusiastic that Gu Xiang became energetic. He got up and took up the small persimmon that was still holding his eyes closed and stretched out his four legs and arched it hard. He arched it against its belly. The puppy opened his eyes helplessly. When he saw that it was Gu Xiang, he quietly closed his eyes and contributed his belly to follow her.

The little persimmon has grown very long, and Gu Xiang can't even hold it. He is fed round and chubby, and it is very soft and comfortable to hold it.

After sucking enough persimmons, Gu Xiang got up to wash, took Qiuli's prepared clothes and changed it. He went out and walked through the moon gate, walked around the bamboo forest, and then went to the kitchen.

There are eight large stoves in the kitchen and twelve small stoves are burning vigorously.

Gu Xiang first took the prepared diner order and browsed it. He booked twenty tables of tables at noon, and most of them were regular customers.

The old dog briefly introduced the guests and whispered: "There is a diner who should be careful. The seventy-three-year-old man came for five days and did not order food. He asked us to serve himself. He didn't move his chopsticks after serving, so he sat for two quarters of an hour."
Chapter completed!