The emergence of Ding Peng's big hotel made Zhu Ziheng and He Hongcan fully understand one truth, that is, food is not necessarily in elegant hotels, but is often hidden in roadside stalls.

Although Ding Peng’s store is not a street stall, it is not much different from a street stall.

Two people had three dishes, each with two bowls of rice, but they didn't enjoy it. Finally, Zhu Ziheng ordered another braised pork for 500 yuan, and each person added another bowl of rice to be almost the same.

After eating, He Hongcan smiled and said, "Old Zhu, bring the contract."

When Zhu Ziheng heard this, he quickly took out the contract from his bag and handed it to He Hongcan, two copies in total.

He Hongcan took a simple look, took out a pen from his pocket and directly signed the name, and then took the seal on his keychain and pressed it hard on it.

"Okay, just follow the price you mentioned. Thank you for helping me find such a good place. This time, this place will be a place to come often in the future." He Hongcan said with satisfaction.

He is not short of money. Although the food in this place is extremely expensive, it is the most tasteful person who has to eat comfortably, and the price is second.

Zhu Ziheng looked at the signature and seal on the contract and hurriedly collected one of them and gave the other to He Hongcan. Then he didn't even nap and stood up to check the bill.

"A total of 2,333," Ding Peng said.

Hearing this number, Zhu Ziheng was very happy now and couldn't help but tremble. He only had four dishes and six bowls of rice, and killed himself more than 2,000 yuan. This is not a meal at all, it's a money.

However, given that the contract has been settled, he took the money and settled the bill very easily.

In front of a window on the second floor of Qiaofu Villa, Li Qifeng and Feng Tianbao looked at the opposite side in confusion.

It was a little dark, and the neon lights outside were lit, and the light sign that said a big hotel was also flashing.

"Manager, did I read it wrong?" Li Qifeng said with an incredible look on his face.

Feng Tianbao smiled and said, "What did you see wrong?"

"Look at that guy's broken shop, there are really people going to eat. It's that broken environment, it's that expensive price that makes people want to scold me. Is there a trick in this diner's mind?"

"Haha, who knows, maybe he is stupid and has a lot of money. Now China lacks everything, so there is no shortage of such people, otherwise the scammers would have disappeared long ago."

"You said that, but I really want to see how this guy ends in the future. Someone will definitely come to find trouble."

"This has nothing to do with us. Okay, let's take care of our store's business first. There's nothing good about it."

"Um."

Ding Manrou did not go home after get off work. She called Ding Peng and knew that he was in the shop, so she came here directly.

The address of this store is easy to find. It is just opposite Qiaofu Villa. After I arrived at the place and saw my father's shop, Ding Manrou stood there for three or four minutes without reacting.

"Dad, is this your store?" Ding Manrou reacted and pointed at the small dumpling shop and asked in disbelief.

Ding Peng sat at the door and smiled, "How is it? Have a personality?"

"The personality is quite unique, but your name is too exaggerated. Just call a small shop, this big restaurant..."

Ding Manrou didn't say the following words, but the meaning was very obvious. The name of a big hotel was too unremarkable.

Ding Peng stood up, pushed Ding Li into the shop, and said, "Okay, don't worry about your name, go inside and sit first, Dad cooks you a dish, you can eat first."

"oh."

Ding Manrou agreed, took her bag and came to the shop. After sitting down, she looked around and saw the price list at a glance.

When he saw the price of each dish above, the steady Ding Manrou shook his body and almost fell off the stool.

"dad!"

The sound of Dad Ding Manrou screamed loudly, which scared Ding Peng, who was preparing the ingredients.

"What's wrong?"

"This price...is this the price you set?" Ding Manrou pointed to the price list and asked laughed and cry.

Ding Peng nodded and said, "Yes, how about it? Isn't it affordable?"

"Affordable?! People don't say you are a liar, thank you. How can you set such a high price? It's just ordinary food. No matter how delicious it is, the price is very high. Can you have business in this way? We are just a small business, and it is correct to take the route of small profits but quick turnover." Ding Manrou said with her forehead covering her.

Ding Peng did not directly answer Ding Manrou's question, but opened a drawer and took out more than 2,000 yuan from it and shook it, saying, "Who said there is no business? Did you see it? Today's income, four dishes, eight bowls of rice, more than 2,000 yuan."

“…”

Ding Manrou was a little stupid. She wanted to say that her father was bragging, but Ding Peng had real money.

"Dad, is there really someone here to eat?" Ding Manrou came to the door and looked at both sides. Seeing that there was no one, she hurried back and asked in a low voice.

Ding Peng smiled and said, "How could no one eat it? You have never eaten the dishes made by my dad. It's just such a top-notch dish. Whoever doesn't eat it will suffer the loss. Don't say I set this price. Even if each dish rises by 100, someone will come to eat it. Don't underestimate the temptation of food to a foodie. It can be said that it is no less tempting to an addict."

"Ah? It's crazy, you're all crazy." Ding Manrou said while sitting on the stool.

Ding Peng squinted his face and said, "What are you, kid?"

"I'm right. One hundred and fifty dollars a plate of fried eggs with tomatoes. The money of this dish used to be enough for my three or four days of food."

"Don't think about the past. With my dad here, I don't agree if you want to eat badly in the future. Take it, hurry up and eat, it will be cold in a while."

As he said this, Ding Peng made a plate of hot beef with a lot of onion.

The price of this dish on the price list is exactly 900 yuan.

Looking at the plate of hot beef in front of her, Ding Manrou looked up at the price list on the wall. She was a little reluctant to leave her chopsticks, which was too luxurious.

When Ding Peng saw that Ding Manrou didn't eat, he laughed and said, "Then you just wait a while. It's okay to wait until the three of them come back and eat together. Anyway, I haven't eaten either, so I'm a little hungry."

Ding Manrou was just waiting for a few sisters to come back and have a meal together.

While this time, Ding Peng made five more dishes, including fat intestines, pickled pepper slices, garlic-flavored pork ribs, whisker meat, and a plate of fried lettuce.

The dishes for five people and six should be almost the same. After the last lettuce was fried, the other three daughters happened to come back.

After Ding Cailin and Ding Ding Dingdang arrived at the store, their surprise was even more amazing than Ding Manrou. Several daughters watched them several times inside and outside the store, but the last ones were still unbelievable.

It’s not that they can’t believe that my father has opened a store, but that they can’t believe the name of the store and the price of the dishes!

According to Ding Cailin, this is definitely the first fly restaurant in China that dares to slaughter customers so blatantly.

However, I have to admit that Ding Peng's cooking skills are really good. Several dishes made Ding Manrou's sisters not raise their heads. Now they have no task to gain weight. They just want to eat it, and they are simply tempted by the taste of the dishes so hard that they can't stop chopsticks.

"Wow, it smells so good. Are you still cooking here now?"

Just as a few people were about to finish their meal, a nice woman's voice suddenly came from the door.

Sorry, brothers and sisters, there is something going on today, and it’s a bit late to update.
Chapter completed!