The restaurant opens clearly, and the kitchen cooks a lot of wild boar. Looking at this situation, I don't want to close down. Why suddenly I don't sell it? Most importantly, the man who shouted was neither the boss nor the man at all.

"What about the boss?" Zhao Tiezhu could not help asking.

"I'm the boss!" Behind him were two young men, smoking with their legs crossed, looking for stubble.

Zhao Tiezhu clearly remembers that his last boss was a fat man, and he said that his ancestral formula was not leaked, so even if the shop changed owner, the new owner could not make such a fragrant stew...