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The staff in Nanhu Club knows that the manager Zhang Tuo is very happy today, and he is also mysterious.

Someone who had a good relationship with Zhang Tuo wanted to find out what was happy about Zhang Tuo, but Zhang Tuo sent him back, and Zhang Tuo pulled the chef god in the club out of the club mysteriously.

At noon, it was the peak period of welcoming guests in the club. Zhang Tuo looked happy, but the chef behind him looked suspicious, with an extra black pocket in his hand.

The more mysterious the situation, the appetite of everyone in the clubhouse, they all want to know what medicine Zhang Tuo is selling in the gourd.

As a manager, except for people with important identities, Zhang Tuo does not need to pick up guests in the club in person. But today Zhang Tuo stood in the club and nodded with a smile to those who entered the club.

Some people who were not of high status and who were just up to the standard of a club saw Zhang Tuo nodding to them, and immediately felt relieved and satisfied with their self-esteem.

With sharp eyes, Zhang Tuo saw a guest coming from outside the door, and immediately trot forward, smiling and saying to the old man who had just entered the door: "Wang, you are here!"

The silver-haired old man saw Zhang Tuo and joked: "Xiao Zhang, why did you come and slap my old man?"

"Mr. Wang, don't make fun of the kid anymore, who doesn't know who you can be! There are so many people who want to slap you up, the kid will have to wait for a long time even in the line."

"You kid!" The old man smiled and pointed, and asked, "Is the box I went to to be empty today?"

"Elder Wang is coming, even if there are people in that box, I will ask them to sit in another box."

The old man smiled and shook his head. He couldn't say he liked or hated Zhang Tuo.

"Wang Lao, there is a new dish today? Would you like to taste it?" Zhang Tuo said in a timely manner, not abrupt, nor deliberate.

"Do you know the taste of my old man, is it suitable for me?"

As a key customer, Zhang Tuo naturally took their taste preferences in mind, and said with a smile: "Wang Lao, if I don’t know your taste, I would not recommend dishes like you! Today’s new dish is porridge. Products, suitable for you to enjoy."

Wang Xuezhi glanced at Zhang Tuo with some surprise, and there was a new congee in the clubhouse?

"Okay, since you have a heart, then give me a copy."

Zhang Tuo promised, and withdrew from it with interest.

In the winter snow box, Wang Xuezhi sits on a chair and looks at the scenery outside the window, drinking tea made in the clubhouse. This box he loves only, after the winter solstice, as long as there is snow falling, you can see a large snow scene from the window. , There is a kind of red mansion said, "It's like eating all the birds and throwing the forest, and the white land is really clean!"

Wang Xuezhi is already two in his seventies, and his mentality can no longer be the kind of sadness that hurts the spring and autumn. After the snow falls, the green hills are still green, and the four seasons have a window, he has long been weak.

There was a knock on the door, and Zhang Tuo led a waiter in with a casserole. Wang Xuezhi moved his nose slightly, and the glutton in his stomach was also hooked.

Zhang Tuo’s face was slightly delighted. Wang Xuezhi’s identity was very simple. A retired teacher could hardly be said to be distinguished. If he was reviewed according to his identity and background, Wang Xuezhi would not be able to pass the threshold of the Nanhu Club.

Allowing Zhang Tuo to entertain in person like this is no different from the two great gods behind Wang Xuezhi. Wang Xuezhi’s girl is the boss of a listed company and holds a market value of hundreds of millions, and his uncle is even more powerful and powerful mayor on this one-third of acre. , Does Zhang Tuo dare not give his best service?

Of course, those who enter and exit the Nanhu Club are either rich or noble, but Zhang Tuo was the first to choose Wang Xuezhi for his reason.Apart from Wang Xuezhi's daughter and son-in-law, Wang Xuezhi himself is also a glutton, otherwise his daughter would not specially apply for a membership card for him, throwing out millions every year, just to make it easier for the father to eat good things.

"Elder Wang, your porridge is here."

Wang Xuezhi smiled and beckoned to Zhang Tuo, and asked, "Is this fragrance coming from this porridge?"

Zhang Tuo nodded, but didn't answer, as if on purpose.

"You kid still want to test me?" Wang Xuezhi smiled and pointed to Zhang Tuo. By his age, everything was clear.

Zhang Tuo hurriedly waved his hand and said, "How dare I test the old man! I just want to know if the rice porridge that the old man ate back then is as fragrant as this one?"

Zhang Tuo's words evoked Wang Xuezhi's emotion, he sighed slightly, and said: "Where is there any rice to eat at that time? It's all hungry!"

Wang Xuezhi felt a little off topic, smiled and waved his hand, and said: "At that time there was not so much pollution, but the rice grown did not have such a fragrance. Where did your kid buy the things?"

"Commercial secrets." Zhang Tuo smiled and haha, Wang Xuezhi didn't delve into it, the glutton in his stomach made him eagerly open the lid of the casserole.

The scent coming from the storefront instantly occupied the entire box. Wang Xuezhi greedily sucked on this refreshing fragrance, enjoying his face, as if he had returned to his youth.

Zhang Tuo pulled the waiter back quietly, leaving the entire box to Wang Xuezhi.

"Manager, the porridge is so fragrant! I have swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva! I carried it over, but it felt a little fragrant. I didn't expect it to be so fragrant after opening it. Is this really something we would make?"

Seeing the waiter's face with urgency, Zhang Tuo could also guess what she was thinking, and smiled and replied: "This thing is naturally made by our club, and it will become a signature thing in the future."

When Zhang Tuo said that, the waiter's eyes brightened. As long as it is sold at the clubhouse, they can buy it at the internal price. Although a little distressed about the salary, the porridge is really tempting!

Even if you spend half a month's salary, you have to buy one and try it!

Seeing the firm light in Xiao Li's eyes, Zhang Tuo deliberately told the truth and said, "But unfortunately you can't buy it now, because I only have ten kilograms of raw materials for making porridge."

When I heard that the raw material was only ten kilograms, I didn't have her share after thinking about it, and the disappointed expression was undisguised on his face.

"Don't swallow your saliva, I'm talking to people. As long as the negotiation is possible and the price is not high, everyone can give you some small benefits."

The waiter who was caught in embarrassment by Zhang Tuo spit out his tongue, said goodbye to Zhang Tuo, and continued to be busy, but always remembered the welfare Zhang Tuo said in his mind.

Wang Xuezhi's dishes were ready, but Zhang Tuo stood outside the door and did not leave.

Suddenly an old man with a stiff body walked out of the corner of the wooden corridor. Zhang Tuo was taken aback for a moment, then ran over, and slightly bent over to greet him: "General Wang, are you here?"

"Zhang Tuo, you kid is really sensible. Every time I come, what I like most is to see you. It is much more likable than those bastards in my house." The old man's paw-like slap fell on Zhang Tuo's shoulder, and Zhang Tuo was shot straight. shake.

For this kind of treatment, Zhang Tuo has already taken offense.

Wang Yongbing, a native of N Province, followed Taizu to fight against the world and defeated foreign invaders. He was a soldier and at least the rank of general. In his middle age, he was almost killed because of historical reasons. He was frustrated and directly responded. N province.Decades later, Wang Yongbing was rehabilitated. Unfortunately, he had long been downplayed and refused the compensation from the state. He stayed in N Province with peace of mind. However, his three sons were all prosperous, and one of them relied on his own. Ability to become the leader.

Although he has been away from gunpowder for decades, what Wang Yongbing likes to hear most is that others call him "Old General", which is a bit of an old child.

Zhang Tuo knew a little bit about Wang Yongbing's family. Wang Yongbing's sons felt that the old man liked to hear others call him "Old General" too ostentatious.

The old man can say it, but Zhang Tuo dare not say anything that agrees with the old man at will.

"It's boring! It's always like this every time." Wang Yongbing's expression changed and changed, just as he did when he was in charge of military power.

In addition to a bitter smile, Zhang Tuo smiled bitterly.

"Zhang Tuo, did you make something delicious again?"

"A new dish just came out."

"It turns out! I said why it smells so sweet! I always found it after the smell."

Wang Yongbing pointed to the Dongxue box and asked, "Old man Wang steals food inside?"

Zhang Tuo smiled bitterly, and he didn't dare to answer the conversation.

"That old boy ate alone, see if I don't clean him up!" Wang Yongbing walked towards the Dongxue box in a stride, and Zhang Tuo could only follow him dumbfoundingly.

A talent, a soldier, who can imagine that they can become friends?

"Lao Wang! It really is you Lao Wang! Lao Tzu also learn from your stinky old nine, and smell the fragrance!"

Zhang Tuo smiled bitterly and made a helpless expression to Wang Xuezhi.

Wang Xuezhi glanced at Wang Yongbing, and said to Zhang Tuo: "Xiao Zhang, get a bowl for this crude stuff."

Zhang Tuo nodded quickly, this battlefield, let the two of them handle it by themselves!