Nongbao is three and a half years old in the famine year, and the whole family is a big villain

The old man at the door's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and hurried in.

At just one glance, I was attracted by the hot pot in the center of the restaurant.

When he was standing outside the door earlier, he had already smelled a smell that made his saliva constantly secrete.

After entering the door, the smell rushed into his nose even more, he had never heard of this kind of eating.

The dual stimulation of smell and vision made him forget etiquette for a while.

The eyes of the Luo family fell on him curiously, bringing him back to his senses.

Somewhat awkwardly, he made it to the empty seat on one side.

"Master, what do you want to order? There is a menu here."

Luo Yan smiled and pointed to a row of wooden dish names hanging behind the counter.

On the wooden sign is the name of the dish written vertically, and below the name of the dish is the price. The handwriting is wide open and closed, drawing dragons and phoenixes, which can attract all eyes with just one glance.

It's just that he doesn't have the heart to appreciate the handwriting now, he can't wait to look at the price under the wooden sign.

Mushrooms/Shiwen.

He almost couldn't wait to point to the wooden sign with the word Mushroom written on it.

"Give me a mushroom!"

"Just one mushroom?" Luo Yan asked with a smile.

The man's expression was a little hesitant, and then he didn't know what to think of, and nodded heavily, "Just one mushroom."

Randomly draw out ten copper plates from his pocket, and place them neatly on the table.

Luo Yan smiled and handed over the ten copper coins, then turned and went to the back kitchen.

Luo Yuan closed the door, blocking the wind and rain outside, and then returned to his place to continue eating hot pot.

After a while, Luo Yan walked towards the old man with a wooden tray and a smile on his face.

"You are the first guest of our Luo's Restaurant, and besides the mushrooms, we will give you an extra bowl of millet porridge."

As he spoke, he placed the things on the tray in front of the old man one by one.

They are stir-fried mushrooms, mixed mushroom soup, and a bowl of millet porridge.

The mushrooms are refreshing, and the millet porridge is bright yellow and warm. Just taking a look at it will make your heart and stomach feel more comfortable.

The old man quickly thanked him, and randomly pulled out the chopsticks from the chopstick cage on the table at a very fast speed.

I picked up a chopstick and fried the mushrooms, and sent it to my stomach with the millet porridge.

The eyes of everyone in the Luo family fell on the old man, expecting his reaction.

I don't know how long I haven't eaten, and the plate in front of the old man is empty at a speed that is almost visible to the naked eye.

Satisfied, he put down the empty bowl and chopsticks in his hand and sighed.

Seeing the old man's reaction like this, the hearts of everyone let go.

Although they have confidence in Luo Yan's craftsmanship, this is the first time to open a shop and receive customers after all.

Inevitably a little nervous.

"What is this mushroom? It's even more delicious than meat!" After the old man finished eating, his face was a little bit more energetic.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and everyone in the village called this mushroom a poisonous umbrella.

Because there are many kinds of this thing, it is highly poisonous, and it is shaped like a small umbrella, so it is named this way.

This mushroom is only found on the mountain, and because the villagers don't know how to distinguish the poison.

I just think that all mushrooms are poisonous, so no villagers collect them and sell them in the town. It's normal that people in the town don't know about this thing.

"This mushroom is a kind of vegetable that grows on the mountain, and it is more abundant after the rain." Luo Yan said with a smile.

Seeing the old man's bright eyes, he added, "However, there are many types of mushrooms, some of which are poisonous and difficult to distinguish, so let's eat them in the village."

What she said was not for the business of the store, but because the old man was from the town at first glance.

Not familiar with the mountain, even the villagers living at the foot of the mountain can't tell which mushrooms are poisonous and which are not, let alone the people in the town.

"So that's the case, no wonder I've never seen this thing before."

Then, the old man asked with a trace of nervousness on his face, "Will the price of your mushrooms increase?"

Luo Yan shook her head, "No."

If it weren't for their lack of background and worrying about selling food at a low price to attract attention, they would even want to sell rice at a low price.

They had discussed it well before opening the store.

Such earth-shaking changes in their lives are all due to Luo Jiaojiao's "fairy fate", so except for foods such as mushrooms that can be found at a low price.

With the money earned by the restaurant, they will find ways to help refugees who are struggling to survive in famine years.

It can also be regarded as accumulating virtue for Jiaojiao.

Hearing Luo Yan's affirmative answer, the old man showed a gleam of joy, and then looked at Uncle Thirteen as if asking.

Seems to be looking for an affirmative answer.

Uncle Thirteen smiled and nodded, "That's right."

Then there was a complex expression on the old man's face, which seemed to be smiling and bitter, which made people elusive, and he only felt bitter in his heart when he looked at it.

……

The next day, the seven consecutive days of rain finally stopped.

After Luo Jiaojiao and the others had breakfast, the restaurant also opened normally.

In the morning, there was still no one to stop.

But things soon changed.

I saw a group of people rushing towards Luo's restaurant in a mighty way, and Luo Yuan was so scared that he almost closed the door.

It was only when I walked in that I realized that the one who walked in front of the crowd was the uncle who came yesterday?

"Young man, don't close the door, we are here for dinner, we have brought money!"

"That's right, we're here for dinner!"

"We're here to eat mushrooms!"

"We have money!"

"We haven't eaten in three or four days, and we're here to eat."

"..."

A group of people repeated their intentions sentence by sentence.

They are open for business, how can they push customers out?

With a smile on Luo Yuan's face, he stretched out his hand in a guiding gesture, "Please come inside, please come inside."

After a while, the entire Luo's restaurant was full of people.

There are many people waiting outside the door.

Luo Yuan smiled and said, "It's already full, please wait for a while."

The people outside the door quickly waved their hands, "We can wait, we can wait."

I don't know if yesterday's uncle greeted him in advance, or they haven't eaten for too long.

Their attitude is very rigid, completely different from the attitude of the guests before the famine.

Before the famine year, the rich man was the uncle.

But now, the one who has food is the uncle.

What is even more surprising is that nowadays even if you have money, you can't buy food, you can only go to restaurants to eat expensive meals.

Can't they have a better attitude?

I'm afraid that if the attitude is bad, the store will not accept people.

In this day and age, there is no shortage of customers in restaurants.

If someone's voice was a little louder, dozens of pairs of eyes would stare at him viciously, and Luo Yuan didn't need to worry loudly.

Luo Jiaojiao was sitting on the edge of the counter holding her own bamboo cup and drinking milk while watching this scene, she wanted to laugh for a moment.

Luo Yan was frantically cooking in the back kitchen, and the rest of the Luo family were not idle either.

The one who delivered the food delivered the food, the one who ordered the food ordered, the one who cleared the table.

Uncle Thirteen also kept doing cashier work.

Luo Jiaojiao and Luo Zhe, who were sitting by the counter, were the only ones who were most idle in the audience.