The wicked sister-in-law is in charge; meals include fish and shrimp.

Chapter 197 It's Not Good to Be Seen

Most of the customers who eat at Warm Home are regulars; they're all waiting to come because they heard their restaurant is opening soon.

This half-price promotion is a way of thanking them for their long-term support of our shop, and the generous discount is also enough to attract new diners here.

She had also inquired and found that no other restaurant had ever done this when it opened; Baiweizhai was the first!

"Everyone, please come and support us! You won't regret it!" she shouted to the crowd.

Wen Luozhi, who was standing nearby, noticed that more people were coming over to join in the fun. She picked up a megaphone and started hawking her wares just like she used to when she set up her stall.

"Our restaurant is large, so please bring your whole family tomorrow to support us! If you don't like our food, we won't charge you!"

These words only fueled everyone's excitement. They were determined to dine at this restaurant tomorrow! Let's see if this young lady was just spouting nonsense!

"Young lady, you can't just say things like that!" the old man said with a smile, his hands behind his back.

If it really doesn't taste good, wouldn't that ruin their reputation? Then it would be hard to do business in the future!

Wen Luozhi turned the loudspeaker up even louder and shouted with a proud look on her face, "The food in our restaurant is top-notch, so feel free to come tomorrow!"

Now everyone could hear it clearly, and the atmosphere at the restaurant entrance was lively with laughter.

The sound reached upstairs at Banrixian's place, and Qian San'er curled his lip in disdain.

He frequented many restaurants and ate all sorts of different dishes.

Isn't it all the same old food? How delicious or unusual can it be?

Let that little blonde girl blow her horn as loud as she can! She'll be crying tomorrow!

Half price for three days! What a waste! They'll lose a fortune if they don't.

How incredibly foolish! They spent so much money buying the restaurant and then renovating it, and now they're putting on this ridiculous promotion. Isn't this a losing proposition?

He shook his head to himself, "Foolish! So foolish!"

His companion chimed in, "That's right! They were practically begging for their parents!"

Qian San'er glanced at him with a smug look on his face, "How are the two new pastry chefs?"

The last guy from Beijing couldn't even replicate that fried chicken, and what's infuriating is that he gave the chef three days!

In a fit of anger, he chased the man away and replaced him with two others who seemed a bit smarter.

The two of them immediately made him the new snowflake hawthorn ball from Dessert House, making him so happy he was practically ecstatic.

After that, they kept replicating the desserts from the Dessert House. Although the taste was slightly different, the appearance was exactly the same.

"The shopkeeper is amazing at finding those two chefs! The pastries I bought from Dessert House this morning have already been made by them."

"Now we're just waiting for it to cool down so you can have a taste!" the waiter was saying when there was a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, I found that someone had already brought out the two desserts.

The waiter took it and placed it in front of Qian San'er. The tray contained a bowl of double-skin milk and a plate of small pancakes.

Qian San'er saw that this was the same biscuit he had eaten before, picked up a wooden fork, and took a piece of biscuit to taste.

Except for the lack of that unidentified fruity aroma from the Dessert House, everything else is the same.

He put down his fork with satisfaction, took a couple of sips of water, and then picked up the bowl of double-skin milk.

It was smooth and tender to the taste, but with a faint bitterness. He frowned and put the bowl down.

"Shopkeeper, is there anything wrong with the taste?" the waiter asked, bowing.

Qian San'er took a couple of sips of water to suppress the bitterness, pointed at the double-skin milk pudding, and said, "This is a bit bitter. Let those two chefs take a look at what's wrong."

After he finished speaking, the waiter carried the food to the kitchen, where the two pastry chefs were dozing off.

Wake up!

The two jumped in fright, and seeing him carrying something, they asked with some displeasure, "Is there a problem?"

The waiter placed the double-skin milk pudding on the table and said rudely, "I don't know what you two do! This double-skin milk pudding is no good! The manager wants you to make another one."

After saying that, he grabbed the remaining pancakes, shook his head, and left.

The two chefs exchanged a glance, and Ah Er picked up his spoon and took another bite. A bitter taste lingered on his tongue.

"Ah Da, why is it suddenly so bitter?"

Ah Er scratched his head, looking puzzled. He had tasted it before and it wasn't bitter.

Ah Da didn't know what was going on, but he poured the remaining goat milk into the pot and then ground up the almonds and sprinkled them in.

The two originally planned to wait for it to cool down before trying it, but Ah Er suddenly clutched his stomach in pain, exclaiming, "Ouch, Ah Da, why does my stomach feel so cramped!"

Seeing that his face was all scrunched up, Ah Da simply took him to the clinic.

"Oh dear, this young man is just too tired. He needs to rest more!"

The doctor with the mustache turned around, grabbed a large bag of medicine, and placed it on the counter with a smile. "Just a little more nourishment will do the trick. One tael of silver!"

Ah Da stared in shock, “Doctor, this is too expensive! How can a single packet of medicine cost one tael of silver?”

With a raised eyebrow and a mustache, he said, "I even fixed it for you! Look, he's not in pain anymore!"

"These are all good medicines! If you don't want them, fine!"

As he spoke, he pretended to take the medicine back. Ah Da glanced at his younger brother and, seeing that he was no longer crying out in pain, quickly snatched the medicine and held it in his arms.

"Here you go!"

He took out a few copper coins and a small piece of silver. The man with the mustache's eyes lit up and he quickly accepted them with a smile.

He hadn't managed to swindle anyone in a long time; he hadn't seen any silver since he swindled that young scholar out of twenty taels of silver.

They're all just copper coins! He wouldn't even look at them!

Fearing the two brothers might discover something amiss, he made an excuse to send them away, saying, "I have other important matters to attend to today, so you two should leave now!"

"I'm closing the shop."

He wanted to close the shop door, slump in a chair, and drink a couple of ounces of liquor to celebrate having a fool come to his door today.

Ah Da originally wanted Ah Er to lie on the couch a little longer, but when he heard that Ah Er was about to close the door, he had no choice but to leave with Ah Er.

The two brothers stopped in their tracks as they passed by the entrance of the Dessert Wonderland. A sweet aroma drew them in.

"Hey, what's this that smells so good?!"

Ah Er took a deep breath, wanting to go in and ask, but was stopped by Ah Da.

"Don't go in, it's probably one of their new pastries."

"Let's go back quickly, it won't look good if someone sees us."

Ah Er pouted and obediently withdrew the foot that had stepped in.

Although they can replicate some of the desserts from the Dessert House to a lesser degree that laymen can't tell the difference, they know in their hearts that they are far inferior to the real thing.

Sun Sanzi, who was baking a cake, was so excited that she danced around as she watched the cake successfully unmold.

"Da Ya, look! It's done! It's done!"

She picked up the cake base and brought it close to Daya, fanning herself with her hand.

Daya smelled the sweet aroma and gave her a thumbs up, "Sanzi is amazing! She learned it in just two days!"

The cake base she made after two days of learning to bake was still soft and mushy; it never looked this good.