The best girl traveled through time and took the system to escape.

Chapter 438 Lots of rules

After Song Nan ran to the kitchen n times, he finally wrote seven "positive" words in the notebook next to the kitchen stove.

“There’s still one last table to go.”

"Come on Song Nan!"

Song Nan encouraged herself, and Song Dayou led people to bring the hot pot ingredients to the second floor.

Now she has cooked 35 tables, and she can cook another table of hot pot ingredients by hand!

At this time, there was still more than an hour before the hot pot restaurant closed, and the first floor of the hot pot restaurant was still very busy.

Many people who came here after hearing the news no longer doubted that this food was not delicious.

But Song Mu, who was at the counter at the moment, was in trouble.

"Our young master came first, and this last private room belongs to us!"

"Why does it belong to you? Our girl made the reservation an hour ago! It's all recorded in the shopkeeper's account book!"

"You made a reservation and didn't know to come early? What are you doing by delaying others by standing in the pit without taking a shit?"

"Why do you speak so vulgarly?!"

"..."

Seeing the maid and the book boy arguing constantly, Song Song was as big as a tree.

He coughed and looked at the girl and the young man behind them: "You two, please take care of your people and don't make trouble in the hot pot restaurant."

The woman wearing a plain dress and a curtain hat raised her hand and said, "Zhen'er."

The maid who was arguing was unconvinced and said, "Girl, it's obviously the private room we booked."

"Don't say any more. I trust the shopkeeper to make his own decision."

The book boy still felt that he had won the argument, and looked at his young master proudly, looking like he was begging for praise.

It's a pity that his young master didn't praise him. Instead, he looked at Song Mu, who was the shopkeeper: "What did the shopkeeper say?"

Song Mu smiled lightly: "This young lady has made a reservation first. Why don't you, this young man, find a seat on the first floor?"

The young master remained silent, just opened the folding fan and fanned the hot pot smell floating in the air towards his nose.

The book boy immediately stepped forward and said, "Humph! Our young master is not in the habit of eating in the lobby!"

The maid next to her also muttered: "If your young master doesn't have one, my young lady will?"

After understanding what Song Mu meant, the young lady didn't bother to waste any more words and immediately turned around and walked towards the stairs.

The maid frowned at the book boy, and then followed the young lady upstairs.

When the master and servant disappeared at the top of the stairs, the young master finally stopped fanning: "Since there is no private room on the second floor now, let's wait for a while."

"Master, I have wronged you."

The book boy burst into tears. When had his young master ever been so wronged?Don’t they always have dedicated private rooms wherever they go?

This hotpot restaurant is small but has a lot of rules!

No wonder we can only manage such a small place in this small county!

The words of the two masters and servants caused Song Mu to cough slightly: "Hey, young master, why don't you just make do with it in the lobby on the first floor? The quota of the private room on the second floor is already full today. Even if the private room becomes vacant later, Nor do they entertain guests.”

"What?! You didn't tell me earlier!"

The young master who was about to find a place to sit and wait for the private room immediately jumped to his feet.

Just give in to a private room.

It's just a wait, but now the shopkeeper actually said that there will be no reception on the second floor today? !

Then why is he rushing here so fast? !

Didn’t you just rush here after hearing from the people passing by that there is a new food in the county?

The book boy immediately muttered: "Master, I just say you can't give in. There are so many rules in a small place..."

The young master nodded, there are indeed many rules in this place.

But no amount of rules are of any use to him!

He stood up and said to Song Mu: "There are three hundred coins in the private room. I will add three taels of silver to you. Make a room for me immediately."

"Master, there is really nothing we can do about it." Song Mu refused with a smile.

When the people at the two surrounding tables saw what was going on here, they immediately started whispering.

"Why are there still people who can't get along with Boss Xiao Song? Who in Lanyang County doesn't know what rules Boss Xiao Song has made? What are the rules? Where can you change them by adding money?"

"That's right, those ladies want to add a few taels of silver to buy a bottle of shampoo, isn't it all useless?"

"Not to mention Wan Qingsi's place, it's this hot pot restaurant. When I passed by in the morning, I heard someone spending 20 taels of silver to buy a private room. It was useless. I had to wait for the people above to finish eating before I could go in."

"Hey, did you hear that just now? Shopkeeper Song said about the quota of private rooms on the second floor. Is it possible that this hot pot restaurant, like Wan Qingsi, has a limited table limit every day?"

With the mood of watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously, they shouted at the top of their lungs: "Shopkeeper, our hot pot restaurant has no limit on tables every day, right?!"

Song Mu responded immediately: "There is no limit on tables in the lobby on the first floor, and the private rooms on the second floor are limited to 36 tables per day. The lady who just came up was the last table today."

People eating hot pot in the lobby on the first floor immediately burst into laughter.

As long as there are no restrictions on tables on the first floor, they are reluctant to spend money to eat on the second floor.

No wonder the shopkeeper kept letting the master and servant eat in the lobby on the first floor. It turned out that the last table of customers on the second floor of the hot pot restaurant went up today!

Listening to these voices, Mo Yuanjiao's face turned blue and white.

Someone spent 20 taels of silver and couldn't even buy a private room. He just said three taels.

tsk...

The book boy beside him, Mo Que, whispered: "Master, why don't we book a private room today and come back tomorrow?"

Mo Yuanjiao was about to nod when he heard the voice of the shopkeeper who had been rejecting him just now: "The hot pot restaurant only accepts same-day reservations, not one day in advance."

Mo Yuanjiao:??(◣д◢)?

"Did you do it on purpose?!" Mo Yuanjiao gritted his teeth.

Why do you think this shopkeeper can't do it just because you think about it?

Could it be that he thought he was easy to bully?

Song Mu shook his head decisively: "Sir, these rules were set by our boss in advance before opening."

How could I, a part-time worker, embarrass my customers?These rules are indeed set in advance.

Mo Yuanjiao waved his hand and urged: "Call your boss over here. This is the first time I heard the rule that private rooms cannot be booked in advance!"

Which restaurant is like this?

If you can’t book in advance, who would want to come here to eat?

It would be such a loss of face if you invite friends and family over to eat and there is not even a private room!

The owner of this hot pot restaurant will definitely not be able to do business for a few months if he does business like this.

"I'm sorry, young master, our boss doesn't have time to come over now." Song Mu shook his head again and refused.

There is another rule in the hot pot restaurant, that is, when Song Nan is frying hot pot ingredients, if it is not related to her family, she cannot be disturbed even if the sky falls.

Song Mu just saw someone coming downstairs with a menu. He thought that the master and servant who came upstairs had already ordered something, and his boss was frying hot pot ingredients at the moment.

"I see you are targeting me!"

"Hmph! Do you know who our young master is?"