Dressed as a villain's wife

With Uncle Ping's instructions, the guys didn't bother, and even Zhiyu was taken aside by Uncle Ping to play.

"What's your name, little baby?" Uncle Ping looked at the white and tender little Zhiyu and was overjoyed.

"My name is Shen Zhiyu." Zhiyu looked at the smiling Uncle Ping with some doubts, but still answered obediently.

He recognized this uncle, who was from Aniang's restaurant.

"Zhiyu...a good name, how old are you baby?"

"I'm over five years old."

One old and one young asked and answered, which attracted Aunt Cui's eyes full of envy.

Her husband died early, and she raised the child by herself, but she didn't want her son to go astray and fool around with those dubious people all day long, and now she hasn't returned home for two months in a row.

"Aunt Cui, I have some more bowls and chopsticks, please." Wang Sheng brought a basket of bowls and chopsticks over in a hurry, put them down and hurried back to the lobby.

After hearing Wang Sheng's words, Aunt Cui came back to her senses and continued to wash.

Now she doesn't expect anything, as long as she can survive in this restaurant and listen to those young people calling her Aunt Cui, it will be fine.

The two girls in the room were sad for a while and then passed away. After receiving the money from Nan Zhi, Shen Miaomiao looked around again to make sure no one came in, and then whispered: "Sister Nan Zhi, something happened to Zui Ting Xuan .”

Nan Zhi was a little surprised and looked up blankly.

"It happened yesterday that the anise fennel used in Zui Ting Xuan was fake, and some people vomited and diarrhea after eating it."

"Fake?" Nan Zhi frowned. How could a restaurant as big as Zui Ting Xuan use fake spices?

What's more, most of the people who go to Zui Ting Xuan to eat are famous people in Yan City, so wouldn't they just offend the entire Yan City?

"Yes, Wang Jingzhi told me when I went to the clinic yesterday." Shen Miaomiao hesitated for a moment before continuing, "He said that the anise fennel sold in our restaurant is cheap, let's be careful of someone behind the scenes. I'm afraid that this matter will be led to us by someone with a heart."

Since it was reported on the opening day that Sanweiju even sprinkled fennel on the dishes worth a penny, many people in Yancheng came to eat in the restaurant because of this spice from the Western Regions.

If Zui Tingxuan's fire is drawn to them, it will be troublesome.

The place that sells food is afraid of these things. Sometimes even if there is nothing, it can become true if it is told by someone with a heart.

"We probably won't be able to do it here for the time being. Zui Ting Xuan is probably being plotted by someone. We still have to be careful, pay more attention to the kitchen, and don't let those people get in."

"Okay, but Sister Nanzhi. Our restaurant is a bit short of staff."

Nanzhi was a little surprised. Now there are two chefs in the back kitchen, Xu Chou and Lu Daliang, and two small workers to help. An Wazi and Lin Xiaoquan are also doing the grilling, and Aunt Cui is also doing the dishes. Is there any shortage of people?

"Isn't it enough?"

"Li Jun is gone, and there are only Liu Da, Zhang Yun, Wang Sheng, and A Ze as the assistants. It's okay now, but I'm afraid there won't be enough boxes to open on the second floor next month."

Nan Zhi was silent for a while, then nodded: "That's true."

"Besides, the business of the restaurant is good these days, and everyone can't stand it anymore."

Shen Miaomiao hesitated when she said this.

Which family working in Yancheng is not like this?

Hearing her words, Nan Zhi looked at Shen Miaomiao in surprise.

"I just think that everyone seems to be a little bit too much."

The little girl said embarrassingly.

Nanzhi sighed, why didn't she meet a boss like Miaomiao who cared about the employees when she was working part-time at school?

Although she felt emotional in her heart, she didn't want to really exhaust the guys. Although there is no so-called eight-hour work system here, twelve hours a day is indeed hard work.

"In the future, we will take turns. One person will guard first at the beginning of the hour, three people will come back at the end of the hour, and the remaining one will come at three quarters in the afternoon. In the evening, we will stop work at the beginning, end and end of the day."

"Why didn't I think of it before, but the latest one will take half an hour longer, can it work?"

"Although there is no curfew, it is very windy at night, and there are probably no people around at night. When there is no one, just sit and rest." Nan Zhi said calmly.

"Okay." Shen Miaomiao nodded, and the tension in her heart was finally loosened.

Sister Nanzhi is back, and she finally doesn't have to worry about it every day.

"You have worked hard these days."

The little girl smiled and shook her head.

The He family in Yancheng was in a bit of a mess.

The He family made a fortune early, and they were involved in various shops and Zhuangzi. In recent years, the status of women in the Xia Kingdom has been higher than before, and the He family has even shifted their property to this side.

When Mr. He returned home early in the morning, he was annoyed by the news that came one after another.

First, my son went on a hunger strike, and then the goods originally ordered by Yanzhizhuang were returned because they were said to be fake, and they might have to pay 6000 taels of silver at a time.

At this moment, I heard another servant coming to deliver a message.

Master He suddenly had a headache, and Mrs. He hurriedly poured a bowl of tea.

After receiving the tea, Master He didn't drink it directly, but said anxiously: "What's the matter with Zui Ting Xuan?"

"Old, master, something went wrong with the newly arrived Anxi fennel. Yesterday someone ordered food at Zui Tingxuan, but after eating for less than half an hour, he vomited and had diarrhea." The person who sent the message trembled. trembling, sweating on his forehead.

"What happened yesterday?" Master He felt his temples throbbing, and the teacup in his hand was suddenly thrown, hitting the servant's feet.

"Why didn't I report what happened yesterday!" Mr. He gritted his teeth.

Zui Ting Xuan is the face of his He family in Yancheng!

The servant's body trembled violently, the hot tea made his palms turn red, but he could only tremble and beg for mercy.

"Master, little, I don't know."

"Useless trash!" The veins on Master He's forehead bulged, and he paced back and forth with his hands behind his back.

Mrs. He's face turned pale, feeling faintly uneasy.

"Ma'am, I remember that the person in charge of purchasing at Zui Ting Xuan is your cousin, right?"

Master He's eyes were cold, and his serious face was covered with frost.

After hearing what he said, Mrs. He was already panicked, but she forced herself to reply, "Master, I don't know about this."

"I don't know?" Master He sneered, pointed at her and scolded, "Okay! Very good! You don't know!"

After finishing speaking, Mr. He shook his hands and went to the study room, but the person who sent the message still knelt on the ground and did not dare to look up.

Mrs. He's face was as pale as paper, and her long nails had already sunk into her flesh.

She never thought that her cousin would be so bold.

At first, when he approached her, he only said that he was looking for a job. Buying is the best place to make money. Even if he profited from it, she just turned a blind eye, but she didn't want to have today's result.