C469 Are You Wearing Maid Clothes
That night, Pann Da held Ye Hong's hand and kept thanking him. He almost left Ye Hong to spend the night in the Pan family.
After Ye Hong expressed his desire to return to the Midnight Snack Restaurant, Pann Da personally sent Ye Hong far away.
When they parted ways, he said that when his wife's health was better, he would personally visit her to thank her.
When Ye Hong got into the car, Pann Da whispered in his ear, "Thank you." Dong Yiming has already... hehehe, you know."
Ye Hong's eyes lit up and he nodded slightly.
He had completely gotten rid of the pettiness in his heart.
Therefore, not only did Ye Hong resolve the small grudge between him and Pann Da, he also received the gratitude of a wealthy man.
Not only that, but also the gratitude of a wealthy man. Just that big bag of top grade herbs had made Ye Hong's trip worthwhile.
That night, Ye Hong returned to the Midnight Snack Restaurant with a full harvest.
...
A few days later, it was the weekend again.
Compared to the hustle and bustle of the previous weekend, the Midnight Snack Restaurant was unable to replicate the grand occasion of last week.
Apart from the heat problem, the poisoning incident also had a certain impact.
Although the Bureau of Security refuted the rumors on the spot that night, the number of customers who came to the Midnight Snack Restaurant after being bitten by a snake for ten years was reduced due to psychological factors.
These days, Murong Tingmeng had tried many business methods, but they were not very effective.
She anxiously ran to find Ye Hong, but she found that Ye Hong still looked like he was sitting on the fishing platform.
"Tingmeng, don't be too anxious. If you want to be quick, you will not be able to reach it.
There are some things you need to quietly wait for an opportunity to turn the situation around."
After Ye Hong said this in a mysterious manner, he changed the topic and asked, "Tingmeng, are you wearing maid attire?"
Murong Tingmeng was first stunned, then two red clouds floated up on her face.
Her fingers nervously twisted the corner of her clothes and said, "Manager, so you, you like that kind of clothes! ...
"I didn't wear them, but if you want to see them..."
Murong Tingmeng's head was getting lower and lower, but what she said later was almost inaudible.
Ye Hong could not help but feel puzzled. "Tingmeng, what are you talking about?
I am planning to arrange for some of the waiters in the restaurant to change into maid attire.
This way, we can avoid the monotonous cheongsam and attract more customers. We can also create differential services. ...
"What do you think of this idea?"
Only now did Murong Tingmeng understand that she had misunderstood. She bit her moist lips and said angrily, "Just look at the arrangements!
There are still some matters downstairs. I will go and do my work first!"
Bang!
Ye Hong looked at the door, which had been slammed shut, and scratched his head.1
Even if he didn't like this idea, he shouldn't be so angry, right?
...
On Saturday night, Murong Tingmeng finally understood what Ye Hong meant by telling her not to be impatient.
Pann Da, who had been poisoned in the shop a week ago, had brought his wife back to Midnight Snack Restaurant to spend money again.
Looking at his cheerful expression, he was not affected by the poisoning incident at all.
Pann Da was a famous person. His appearance immediately caused a commotion.
This news quickly caused an earthquake on the Internet.
"You still want to eat after being poisoned? How delicious is the food of the Midnight Snack Restaurant?!"
"Since the person involved doesn't care, why should we be afraid of a basket?"
"Let's go! Feel the food that the real estate tycoon loves. What kind of taste is it!"
Under the influence of Pann Da's fame, countless customers went to the Midnight Snack Restaurant to buy food.
The next day, Sunday, the number of people in the Midnight Snack Restaurant finally recovered to its peak.
Not only that, but there was also a small backlash.
The Midnight Snack Restaurant had finally gotten through this crisis.
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