Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

The development of the Northeast is on the agenda, but a player of Yuchi Baoqi's level doesn't have to do it himself. He can only sit in the study and read telegrams.

"The development of the Northeast, the completion of docks and ports, I heard from the Japanese country that everything is going well, and Ma Zhou also trains seamen for me every day. What's wrong, I have become a substitute! I don't have to do anything, and the national happiness is still rising! No, Find something to do!”

Yuchi Baoqi didn't drive, so he wandered onto the street by himself and walked around Chang'an City.

"How's business?"

Yuchi Baoqi picked up a small wooden comb and started chatting with the stall owner.

The stall owner was a man who looked honest and honest: "Thanks to His Majesty and the British Duke, I have a smooth life now. It's good!"

Yuchi Baoqi was a little confused: "Do you know me?"

The stall owner was a little confused as to why this customer was so strange: "I have never seen this customer before, so I don't know what he means?"

Yuchi Baoqi breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he didn't recognize himself, but just sighed.

"It's okay, it's okay. How much does this wooden comb cost?"

The stall owner picked up the wooden comb and introduced it: "This comb is not favored by high-ranking officials. They are sold to maids and women from nearby villages. They cost four cents each, and they make small profits but quick turnover."

Yuchi Baoqi nodded. It seemed that the stall owner was very sure about the positioning of his product and put the comb back on the stall.

I asked around at this stall without buying anything, but the stall owner still smiled and looked honest.

Yuchi Baoqi thought of helping him.

"You can sell this comb to Ganye Temple. I think it can get a good price."

The stall owner was still smiling: "Guest, please stop teasing me. How can I sell this comb to the master who practices in the temple?"

Yuchi Baoqi pointed to a blank space on the comb: "Whether it's carved here or burned, if you write 'Comb out three thousand worries', someone will buy it."

"The workmanship of this comb is not exquisite, but it is of good quality. Women will not wear it out quickly if they buy it, so your business will never be tepid."

The stall owner listened carefully and did not refute. He felt that what the customer said made sense, but could he really sell the comb to the temple?

When Yuchi Baoqi saw him thinking, he stopped staying and went elsewhere.

After Yuchi Baoqi left, the owner of the stall next door came over to say hello: "You are so lucky. Do you know who that is?"

Before the comb stall owner could speak, the owner of the stall next door couldn't wait to say: "That's the British Lord, our God of Wealth in the Tang Dynasty! You are really lucky that he gave you advice!"

The comb stall owner quickly packed his combs and pushed his cart to Ganye Temple.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"Listen to the British man! Find another place to sell combs!"

Yuchi Baoqi just wandered aimlessly on the street, giving some pointers to the kind people he saw.

"Guru~"

Yuchi Baoqi's stomach growled. After eating enough at Baolilou every day, he casually walked into a restaurant with a large number of people.

The waiter was very enthusiastic: "Welcome to the door! Sir, the store is grateful for your patronage and taking care of the business. When you enter the store, you will be given a piece of cake as a gift!"

Yuchi Baoqi looked fresh, even in later generations there was no such enthusiastic waiter.

The waiter put a towel on his shoulders and led Yuchi Baoqi to sit down. He took off the towel and wiped the table again: "What do you want, sir?"

Yuchi Baoqi casually reported a few dishes that Baoliou often eats, and they are not expensive dishes.

The waiter was a little embarrassed: "Your Majesty, do you usually eat at Baoli Restaurant? Our restaurant also has these dishes, but they are not as good as those at Baoli Restaurant. Please forgive me."

Yuchi Baoqi nodded: "It doesn't matter. I'll bring you a pot of tea. You can do whatever you want. This restaurant doesn't taste as good as Baoli House, but there are a lot of customers."

The waiter took the tea cup from the drawer of the table and helped Yuchi Baoqi wash the tea set: "Not everyone can afford Baoliu. It's good that cheap restaurants like us can still survive."

After Yuchi Baoqi heard what the waiter said, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself in the face.

"Yuchi Baoqi, Yuchi Baoqi, how long have you been separated from the masses!? You should be beaten!"

Then, in front of the waiter, he slapped himself four or five times.

The waiter was shocked. This matter was beyond his ability to solve, so he quickly went to invite the shopkeeper.

As soon as the shopkeeper came over, he saw the bright red slap marks on Yuchi Baoqi's face, which was particularly dazzling.

"My guest, how can I help you?"

Yuchi Baoqi shook his head: "It's just a matter of serving the food. It's strange that this restaurant of yours still cares about me and beats myself up?"

While waiting for the food to be served, Yuchi Baoqi began to write some recipes, mainly copying them into the system.

"It's not bad to let people come and study for free. It's still a matter of ingredients. His grandma's South America is waiting for you. I have to go!"

"The dishes are ready. Sir, please take your time."

After finishing speaking, the waiter did not dare to stay for a moment, and the original singing session was omitted.

Generally, after the patrons order the food, they will be served. When the dishes are ready, the waiter will sing out the names of the dishes to show off the host's strength. By the way, he will thank the host for choosing his own restaurant for dinner, and finally give him a plate of kung fu side dishes.

If the customer is a big customer, the entire kitchen staff will come out to salute the customer after finishing the dishes, which is a great honor.

But there is no such thing as Baolilou. After all, you are lucky to come to Baolilou for dinner.

Yuchi Baoqi picked up the battered cabbage with chopsticks. The meat was silky and tender, and the cabbage was fresh and sweet. As for the oil, lard is used, which is very fragrant. You can tell from the first glance that they have put a lot of effort into researching it.

Yuchi Baoqi opened a small jar on the table again, and then took off the soaked paper on it. As soon as he opened it, the aroma of meat filled the room.

Yuchi Baoqi took a deep breath: "It's really good. This braised braised pork smells delicious."

When the waiter saw that Yuchi Baoqi was no longer acting strange, he bravely came over to explain: "Sir, this is the signature of our store. Even Baoli Restaurant doesn't have it!"

Yuchi Baoqi smiled and asked him to come over: "No need to use water."

After hearing this, the waiter felt like he was struck by lightning. How could someone discover the secret recipe of his restaurant? What should he do?

Yuchi Baoqi comforted him: "This is the first version of Baolilou's braised pork recipe. I expected that there would be too many people ordering and I couldn't keep up with the meal, so I changed it to a big pot to braise it. The taste is a little lacking but the meal is served quickly."

The waiter gave a thumbs up to Yuchi Baoqi: "Your guest is a knowledgeable person, Gao!"

The waiter left after explaining the explanation, but as he walked, he kept thinking, what is the origin of this guest, and does he know Baolilou's recipes?

By the time he figured it out and rushed over to find Yuchi Baoqi, they were already gone. There was only a pile of brand new treasure money on the table.