Let Go Of That Primordial Man

Busy, extremely busy.

Since the sky gradually darkened, Mr. Niu suddenly discovered that he, who was already very busy, was almost so busy that he could fly.

The main reason is that even at this point.

Among the guests who had been sitting in the teahouse all day, drinking a lot of tea while listening to stories, none of them looked like they were planning to leave.

Even after dark, Mr. Niu plans to try his best to break this story so that it can be played for more days and the benefits obtained will be greater.

It has already started, and it will be played again.

As for wanting to hear updated storylines? Sorry, please hurry up early tomorrow; starting from noon tomorrow, there will be a new plot to continue to play...

The naive Mr. Niu thought that his approach would make these guests leave.

So you, who have been tired for a day, and the veterans in the sect will close the teahouse; then, please click on the income and take a break.

What I never expected was that it was a replay of the story I had just heard.

Still making the awesome gods think about it, they continued to drink the tea that had been brewed many times and had no taste.

By the way, I focused a lot of my attention on the various foods provided by the teahouse.

Moreover, this practice spread quickly like a plague among all the pavilions and the dark crowd outside the pavilions.

As a result, poor Mr. Niu and Xiao Fan, the teahouse chef formed by the two, were in trouble!

Boy Xiao Fan, please serve ten bowls of ramen to my table of guests, all with fried eggs, and six bowls with braised pork. The second-generation boss Shang Tuo deliberately used the old noodles to make them bigger. The voice sounded outside the wooden house that served as the kitchen.

Okay, I'll come right away. Xiao Fan hurriedly agreed.

He packed as many as ten bowls of noodles as fast as he could, and added soup, eggs, etc.

Then, he put the noodles on a large tray and took them out to the sixth-generation head, the veteran Meng Dashan, who was waiting outside.

joke! There are already more than ten old people outside the door, queuing up and waiting here.

Xiao Fan has orders for hundreds of bowls of noodles at least; that is to say, in order to get his commission, Shang Tuo's old product will have to wait for a long time.

And the answer of 'coming soon' was just from Xiao Fan who was dizzy from being busy.

After being scolded by a group of veterans for a long time, I gave a subconscious reply without any meaning...

In fact, in comparison, Xiao Fan's experience was lucky.

That's because what he needs to be responsible for is simple tasks like boiling noodles and frying eggs; even cooking new tea eggs is a big job for him.

At this time, Mr. Niu was deep in pain and joy.

The painful thing is that all the more complicated food requires his own work as the head chef in the teahouse before he can arrange it.

You Ming, bring me eight portions of fried rice, all with meat and eggs. Six portions are mildly spicy, one is medium spicy, and one is super spicy. A voice shouted outside the kitchen.

Okay, no problem. Mr. Niu also complied.

In his hand, he kept shaking the big pot, so that the braised pork ribs in the pot would continue to roll and absorb the flavor better. As for this fried rice order, he might be able to fry it in two hours.

No way, in order to get more money from these rich men, the food menu customized by Mr. Niu was a little richer.

Therefore, when the orders placed by hundreds of people arrived at the kitchen almost at the same time, Mr. Niu almost went crazy with pain.

Of course, there is also something that makes Mr. Niu happy and joyful. Compared with the crazy prices this guy sets for all the consumption in the teahouse.

The cost he ultimately paid was almost nothing.

Even if Mr. Niu doesn't have the skills yet to make some statistics, this guy knows very well that today's turnover must be a very terrifying figure.

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At twelve o'clock at midnight, the replay of the Dou Po content that was played today was also completed.

Play it again, play it again, and have ten more bowls of fried rice~ Such calls once again arose one after another in the valley of the Zixiao Sect.

And amid such calls, the extremely embarrassed Mr. Niu walked to the center of the venue surrounded by a circle of pavilions...

At this time, Mr. Niu's clothes were already sweating out of his clothes; this was caused by the heat from the large stoves while he was busy working in the kitchen.

After wiping a handful of sweat with the towel on his shoulder, Mr. Niu spoke:

Thank you for your love, I shouldn't have refused your request; it's just that this magic weapon of storytelling needs to cool down overnight before it can be used again.

Even all the ingredients for eating have been used up; so the shop will be closing soon today. I will prepare more ingredients tomorrow to satisfy everyone.

Having said this, Mr. Niu, who was so busy that his bones ached, lit a small chrysanthemum cigarette, intending to cheer himself up.

At this time, he continued: By the way, I understand that there are still such cigarettes for sale; cigarettes can refresh the mind, relieve fatigue and digestion. Take one when drinking tea, the taste is naturally perfect, and it is a rare product.

To express our apology, please wait a moment. The waiters in the store will give you one for free, which can be regarded as a fresh taste.

As soon as Mr. Niu finished speaking, a group of veterans distributed the money one by one to everyone present.

Even those who didn't have a seat, everyone had a share; of course, when these old guys handed out cigarettes, they never forgot to light one for themselves first.

By the way, like a self-taught person, he also clamped one on each ear.

In the following time, Mr. Niu could see the inside and outside of the teahouse, scarlet cigarette butts being lit; gods and real men, picking their teeth and puffing away smoke.

From time to time, there was a choking cough.

For a moment, Mr. Niu fell into a trance after seeing this scene; the chic tea table was covered with all kinds of greasy bowls and chopsticks, and beside the table were well-fed old men.

Such a scene made him look like he was opening something more like a tea restaurant than a teahouse.

A good teahouse has been transformed into something else...

After finishing their cigarettes and lingering for a while, the guests inside and outside the teahouse were finally willing to leave; at this time, Mr. Niu sat down on the ground tiredly.

Before he could finish smoking a cigarette while sitting on the ground, there was a noise from somewhere outside Li Xu.

Go and see, what's going on? Master Niu, who was too lazy to move, ordered his cheap apprentice.

Poor Xiao Fan could only stand up helplessly, and ran towards the noisy crowd with a face of unwillingness.

After a while, Xiao Fan ran back with excitement on his face.

From a distance, he shouted loudly: Master, the fighting is starting, the fighting is starting over there.

Seeing this, Mr. Niu suddenly became a little angry: Speaking of which, the customers were fighting at the door of his business. You, an unlucky boy, are still so excited. Isn't that a hole in your head?

However, seeing that this boy was really tired today, Mr. Niu resisted the urge to curse.

He just asked in a deep voice: What is it about? Who is fighting again.

It was Master Yushu and his female companion. They started fighting with fists and kicks on the spot. Poor Master Yushu's face was scratched by the female companion. Xiao Fan answered excitedly.

It is said that it is because Master Yushu plans to share today's expenses with the Jurchen, and each person will be responsible for half...

After hearing this, Mr. Niu was so surprised by this shocking gossip that he was speechless for a long time.

He really didn't expect that Master Yushu was actually a 24K pure man; he had really misunderstood him too much before.

After a long time, he patted the small chrysanthemum cigarette that he had only smoked two into Xiao Fan's hand.

He said to Xiao Fan solemnly: Come, give this little bit of your heart to the strong man Yushu Zhenren; tell him, just say it was me who invited you!