City: I, the God of Cooking!

As the restaurant's latest signature dish, it took Meng Zhan the most time and energy to make it.

They thought they were full, but they couldn't help swallowing when they smelled the soup.

They picked up spoons one after another and filled the bowls with soup.

When they reached the back, they saw a huge ginseng!

Wu Haoran suddenly took a deep breath. Although the others knew that ginseng was precious, they definitely didn't know as much about ginseng as he did.

He could tell at a glance that this was a century-old ginseng king!
Don't think that [-]-year-old ginseng is nothing, reality is not fiction, a [-]-year-old ginseng is already priceless, and a [-]-year-old ginseng is a rare treasure in the world!
Someone actually used century-old ginseng king to make soup?

Wu Haoran couldn't believe his eyes, and sighed inwardly, the manager of this store is definitely not an ordinary person.

He suddenly remembered an important matter, maybe he could ask this mysterious store manager for help.

"Young Master Wu, what's wrong with you?" Mu Tian asked.

Wu Haoran came back to his senses, shook his head slightly, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, let's taste it quickly."

They drank the soup and suddenly felt as if they were born again.

This feeling is so amazing that they cannot describe it in words.

A pot of animal bone nourishing soup soon bottomed out.

They put down the bowls and chopsticks contentedly, as if they had eaten the best meal in their lives.

"Excuse me, are you satisfied with the meal?" Xia Xiaomi asked with a smile.

Wu Haoran nodded, "Very satisfied."

Xia Xiaomi smiled and said, "Then please settle the bill. The total is [-] yuan."

Those people were taken aback. They were only focused on eating just now, and they never expected to spend so much on a meal.

Of course, this money is nothing to Wu Haoran.

After paying the bill, Wu Haoran said solemnly: "Can you let me see your store manager, I have something to ask him."

As soon as the words came out, everyone showed surprised expressions.

Wu Shao actually still has time to beg others?
"Well, I have to ask the store manager." Xia Xiaomi replied after a moment of hesitation.

Wu Haoran said: "Okay, then I'll wait for him here."

Xia Xiaomi nodded slightly, and went to the kitchen to ask Meng Zhan for advice.

Wu Haoran said to the others: "You guys go first, I have something to do."

It was inconvenient for the others to ask, so they left one after another.

After they left, Wu Haoran stayed alone in the restaurant, waiting quietly for a few minutes before seeing Meng Zhan coming over.

"Hello, I'm Meng Zhan, the manager of this store, please give me your advice." Meng Zhan greeted him.

"Hi, I'm Wu Haoran, the director of the Wu Group." Wu Haoran bowed slightly, he would only do this when dealing with elders.Obviously, he already regarded Meng Zhan as a senior who was superior to him in his heart.

Meng Zhan said with a smile: "Let's go upstairs to the living room to talk, it will be very noisy here later."

At this moment, other customers entered the store one after another, and the atmosphere of the restaurant gradually became hotter.

Wu Haoran nodded.

Meng Zhan handed over the kitchen to Su Lingyin and Xia Xiaomi, and led Wu Haoran upstairs.

Arriving at the upstairs living room, Wu Haoran subconsciously looked around, and caught a glimpse of several flower pots on the window sill, his mind was shocked, as if he had been struck by lightning on the spot.

Sure enough, as he expected, the one who can get a hundred-year-old ginseng king to make soup must have more resources in his hand!
Wu Haoran is even more certain that the background of this young man who is about his age is definitely above his!

"Please sit down." Meng Zhan said.

After Wu Haoran sat down, he asked, "Are those ginseng plants on the windowsill used for cooking?"

"That's right, they're all used to make soup," Meng Zhan said.

Wu Haoran's heart was filled with turbulent waves. Among those potted plants, there were definitely centenary-level ginseng kings, and they might even be above the level of ginseng kings.

It turns out that all of them are used to make soup, and the key point is that the pot of soup only costs 3000 yuan!

It's just like giving away for nothing.

Could it be that he opened a shop just for fun?

Wu Haoran took a deep breath and let it out slowly, sighing: "Meng Meng is really proud."

Meng Zhan thought he was talking about making soup with ginseng, and smiled slightly. He might be reluctant before, but now he goes to another world, as long as he is willing to spend time, there will never be any shortage of ginseng, and it doesn't cost a penny.

"In business, you need to make small profits but sell more."

The corner of Wu Haoran's mouth twitched a few times. This ginseng king is worth at least 10 yuan. How can this be called small profits but quick turnover?This is all for charity!

"Shop Manager Meng, actually what I want to discuss with you is also related to these ginsengs." Wu Haoran expressed his purpose.

It turned out that Wu Haoran's grandfather was very old, and the internal injuries left in his body when he was young recurred, and his body became weaker and weaker day by day.

The family members are trying to find a way to cure his grandfather, but there has been no good result.

At this time, a highly respected old Chinese doctor told them that if they could find the hundred-year-old Ginseng King, they would be able to cure his grandfather's illness.

But how can it be so easy to find a hundred-year-old ginseng king?

Wu Haoran's parents used their contacts to make inquiries, but so far they have not gotten any results.

Unexpectedly, he was hit by him.

"So you want to buy ginseng to cure diseases and save lives?" Meng Zhan asked.

Wu Haoran nodded solemnly, "That's right, if Manager Meng agrees, I'm willing to spend a lot of money to buy a ginseng plant."

Meng Zhan waved his hand, "Since it's for curing diseases and saving lives, then you can go to the balcony and pick a pot and take it away. I won't charge you any money. It's your first discount when you come to my place."

Wu Haoran was shocked and said, "Meng Meng, are you kidding me?"

"Do you think I'm joking? I have so many pots here. If you don't take them away, I will use them to make soup. They can cure diseases and save lives, and they can be regarded as displaying their true value." Meng Zhan said.

Wu Haoran was overwhelmed with gratitude, and immediately regarded Meng Zhan as an expert who transcended the mundane world.

"Meng store manager, Wu Haoran has remembered this great kindness. From now on, you will be my elder brother. If you have anything to do, you can ask my younger brother. I will never hesitate!" Wu Haoran was so excited that he almost knelt down and kowtowed to Meng Zhan.

Meng Zhan said: "It's serious, go pick it, pick the biggest and best one."

"No, no, my grandfather's body can't bear such a fierce medicine."

Wu Haoran doesn't dare to pick the biggest one, even if others give him benefits, he still has to know what's good and not to push his feet.And the famous doctor said that as long as it is a hundred-year-old ginseng king, it is enough, and the old man who is too powerful can't bear it physically.

He picked the smallest one, but it is definitely a ginseng king that can attract many rich people to loot it.

The two went downstairs, and Meng Zhan escorted him to the door.

Wu Haoran put the ginseng potted plant on the co-pilot of the Cayenne, and said with great gratitude: "Meng store manager, when my grandfather recovers from illness, I will definitely bring him to the door to thank him personally! Let him taste the Mengdian Long craft."

"Then I wish the old man a long recovery."

"Thank you, see you someday!"

Wu Haoran drove the Cayenne and left.

Meng Zhan turned around and walked into the store. As soon as he turned his head, he saw an Audi car with a familiar license plate parked on the side of the road.This made him frown slightly.