Be Careful General's Wife!

Two people with guards into the pick Star building, at this moment, this pick Star building has been full of guests. The waiter, walking in a hurry, shuttles between the tables, a bustling scene.

Shopkeeper Zhao is also very busy standing in the counter, fiddling with the abacus to calculate the accounts, did not notice that the owner came into the door with a big man.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Murong couldn't help being stunned. Although he said that his business of picking stars building has always been very good, it has never been as full as it is now.

Xuanyuan Yu glanced at the hall full of guests. He patted his nephew on the shoulder and praised: "you're a good boy. You've managed the star picking building very well. It's even better than when your mother was there."

When elder sister Huang was alive, there was no such hot business in this tower. It can be seen that Ali in his family is still a very capable person. It's a pity that the child has suffered from heart disease since he was a child, so he can't perform in court.

"My uncle praised me so much." Murong left the arch and said.

Shopkeeper Zhao calculated a good account, looked up and saw that the owner and the emperor were actually standing in the hall, so he hurried out of the counter.

The shopkeeper Zhao is an old man. Xuanyuan Yu, who was not the emperor before, often came to pick the Star Tower, so he naturally recognized him.

"Son of heaven, seven masters." Manager Zhao knew that the emperor was going on a tour in humble clothes. He did not want to give birth to Zhang or let people know his identity. So he called him seven masters.

Xuanyuanyu ranked seventh among all the princes. When he went out and didn't want to let people know his identity, he asked people around him to call him seventh master.

"Manager Zhao, you are still the same as before. You haven't changed at all." Because he used to come here often, he felt very kind when he saw the manager Xuanyuan Yu.

Zhao shopkeeper slightly bend waist way: "seven Ye is joking, small already old."

"And ya'er?" Murong Li looked at the shopkeeper and asked.

The shopkeeper Zhao quickly replied, "yes, the elegant room commonly used by aristocrats is always empty."

"Well," Murong said, "let's go up first. You tell the kitchen to make some famous dishes in our building This braised lion's head is one of the signature dishes of the restaurant.

"Good, seventh master, you go upstairs first, I'll ask the waiter to give you tea."

So Murong left and Xuanyuan Yu went up to the elegant room upstairs. Two guards were holding swords and guarding the door of yajian'er.

After a while, the second water, then carrying tea upstairs.

Shuishui listens to shopkeeper Zhao saying that this is a noble guest with shiziye. Please don't talk more and look at it casually. Therefore, when he served tea, he was all against his head and did not dare to speak.

"Is the business in the building so good recently?" Murong Li looked at the water and asked.

Shuishui looked down at his toes, holding a tray in his hand, and said respectfully, "if you go back to Shizi, since we sold pickles in our building, this business has been so good."

Although they can only sell ten catties a day, and can only order one for each table, and they may not be able to eat when they come, there are still many guests coming to visit.

Now looking at the whole Imperial City, there is no restaurant more popular than their pick Star Tower.

"Kimchi, what is pickle?" Murong from frown asked. When did they sell it?

Shuishui truthfully said: "pickle is a kind of pickle, but because of its sour and spicy appetizer, the taste is crisp, so many guests praise it."

"Pickle?" Xuanyuan Yu tapped the table with his fingers and said with a smile, "the guests in this building are all aiming at it, can't they?"

"If you go back to your father, it's basically all." After all, the first sentence of every table is "a pickle."

Xuanyuanyu said with a smile, "I'd like to have a taste of it."

Just pickle, can let so many people come to it, he is to taste the pickle is what?

"If you want to try it, I'll go first and see if I can put on some more." Half a quarter of an hour ago, the kitchen said there was not enough pickles to order any more. Although it is not enough, maybe we can put on a little, so that the son of the world and the noble master can taste the fresh food.