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After Zhang Siwen finished speaking, he looked at everyone, shook his big head, and said with a smile: "Brothers, what do you think of the food in our Dewang Building? Is it okay?"

When everyone heard the question, they all nodded, indicating that the dish was okay.

"How is it better than Zuiweilou?" Zhang Siwen asked

Wang Yugui laughed after hearing this and thought: It seems that Fatty Zhang has set his sights on Zuiweilou and is determined to compete with it.

Mr. Zhou smiled and said, "I think it's no worse than Zuiweilou!"

"Yes, I also think it's not worse than Zuiweilou." Mr. Li also nodded and smiled.

Master Qian said, "Hey, it's not just as good as Zuiweilou, I think it's even better!"

Then he looked at Wang Yugui and said, "Brother Wang, what do you think?"

"Well, what Brother Qian said is very true. In my opinion, the dishes at Dewanglou are even better than those at Zuiweilou." Wang Yugui smiled.

He added: "Not only the dishes, but also the environment of the entire restaurant is more spacious and comfortable than Zuiweilou!"

"Well, that's true. Brother Zhang's Dewang Building is a new building after all. Zuiwei Building is a bit old." After hearing this, Mr. Xu also nodded.

Zhang Siwen was very satisfied after hearing this. He shook his big head and laughed, "Haha, as long as you guys are satisfied, then let's eat and drink well!"

"Please come and support me more often in the future, ah, haha."

After saying that, he bowed and went to other tables to toast.

Wang Yugui smiled, but actually he hadn’t finished speaking yet. He wondered what the prices of the dishes at Dewanglou were.

If the price is similar to Zuiweilou, then it’s fine. If it’s more expensive than Zuiweilou, I’m afraid customers will still go to Zuiweilou.

After all, the dishes are all similar. Although the food at Dewanglou tastes good, there is nothing special about it.

Everyone ate and drank, and Wang Yugui listened to them bragging for a long time. They ate until the banquet was over, then said goodbye to each other and went home.

"Brother, how is Fatty Zhang's restaurant? Are the dishes delicious?" As soon as Wang Yugui came back, the second sister started asking.

Wang Yugui smiled: "The food is OK, but the opening day is not a good choice!"

"Brother, today is an auspicious day, suitable for opening a business, how can it be a bad day?" The eldest sister heard this and looked at Wang Yugui.

Wang Yugui smiled and pointed outside: "It's too hot!"

"Eating a banquet, my clothes are almost soaked"

"I'd rather sit in the private room. There's a servant fanning me. If I dine in, it'll be even hotter!"

"That's right. Today is not only hot, but also very stuffy." The eldest sister nodded.

As he said this, he looked outside and said, "Brother, do you think it's going to rain heavily?"

"Maybe," Wang Yugui nodded, and prepared to go upstairs to change clothes.

Suddenly, someone called him at the door: "Painter Xiao Wang, are you going to sell watermelons today?"

Wang Yugui was stunned when he heard this, then he turned around and smiled: "Oh, Uncle Zhong, it's you!"

The old man standing with a cart at the door was none other than Mr. Zhong, the watermelon seller.

"Uncle Zhong, we don't need to sell watermelons today, we still have some at home." The eldest sister also recognized him and hurried forward and said with a smile

Uncle Zhong was a little disappointed when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Really? Oh, I passed by your store and asked by the way."

"It doesn't matter if you don't buy it, hehe!"

"Uncle Zhong, it's quite hot this afternoon. Since you are here, come in and have a glass of water to cool down." Wang Yugui walked over and greeted him with a smile.

Then he said to his eldest sister, "Quick, pour a bowl of water for Uncle Zhong!"

"Oh, Painter Xiao Wang, you are too polite." Uncle Zhong smiled and said, "Hey, I am just a watermelon seller, I won't get thirsty just by guarding these watermelons!"

"Uncle Zhong, you sell watermelons, not eat them. I think you are reluctant to eat them." The eldest sister smiled and poured a bowl of water for Uncle Zhong.

Uncle Zhong took the water and drank it standing at the door without entering the store: "Hey, uncle, I'm very dirty, so I won't go in and dirty your store."

"Just drink some water at the door and take a break, hehe!"

"Uncle Zhong, are the watermelons selling poorly today?" Wang Yugui looked at Uncle Zhong's watermelon cart, which was full of watermelons, but it seemed that only a few had been sold.

After hearing this, Mr. Zhong sighed and said, "Hey, Painter Xiao Wang, I'll be honest with you."

"Not only are sales bad today, they've been bad these past few days!"

He frowned and said, "I don't know what happened, but suddenly a lot of young men appeared in the city, working day and night to set up stalls to sell watermelons in the city."

"Oh, that voice is louder than mine! Many people went to them to buy watermelons."

"There are fewer people buying melons from me!"

"Uncle Zhong, they must be selling it cheaper than you." The eldest sister laughed

Uncle Zhong looked at the eldest sister and said, "No, I don't have any. It's already like this, how can I dare to sell it at a higher price? It's all the same price!"

Wang Yugui laughed after hearing this. The young men that Uncle Zhong was talking about must be the yamen runners who helped Shuijing Temple sell fruits and vegetables.

“Uncle Zhong, don’t worry too much. Those guys don’t have many watermelons, so they won’t sell them all after they’re sold,” Wang Yugui smiled.

After hearing this, Mr. Zhong asked hurriedly, "Master Xiao Wang, how did you know that?"

"Ah, I, I heard it from my friend, haha" Wang Yugui laughed

Uncle Zhong listened and nodded: "I don't know where those guys got the melons from. They don't look like melon growers to me!"

As he said this, he raised his head and drank the water in the bowl: "Thank you, Painter Xiao Wang!"

"I have to sell the melons quickly. I have to sell more now before those guys come out to set up their stalls."

"Okay, Mr. Zhong, then you should take it easy and be careful of heatstroke," Wang Yugui said hurriedly.

Uncle Zhong laughed: "Painter Xiao Wang, don't worry, I am used to working, I am not afraid of the heat, haha"

After Uncle Zhong finished speaking, he pushed the melon cart away in a hurry.

"Oh, this old man, doesn't he have a son? Why is he selling melons alone?" the second sister asked.

Wang Yugui smiled: "I heard him say that he has two sons."

"Both sons are busy working at home. Uncle Zhong said that selling melons is easier than working in the fields."

"So, the two sons let him do the job of selling melons!"

The eldest and second sister laughed when they heard this. The second sister blinked her eyes a few times and said, "But I see, it's not easy to push a cart and sell watermelons in this hot weather!"

"Ah, it's so hot, how many people working outside can relax?" Wang Yugui sighed, shook his head, and turned around to go in and change clothes.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside, and someone shouted, "Oh no! The Dewang Building is on fire!"

Wang Yugui was shocked when he heard this, and hurried out towards the food street.

When he got to the street corner, he saw that many people had gathered on the street. Wang Yugui asked hurriedly, "Where is the fire?"

"It's the newly opened Dewang Building," said a passerby.