Era: You're asked to cook a home-style dish, but you cook Wellington.

The Hongyun Hotel retaliated very quickly.

The next day, Gao Yang set up his stall and wrote down today's dishes on a small blackboard.

Across the street, near the Hongyun Hotel, people started banging drums and gongs.

"Look, look! Hongyun Hotel is having a big sale! Stir-fried bok choy is only 3 yuan, and twice-cooked pork is only 5 yuan!"

As soon as the sound rang out, everyone's eyes immediately turned to it.

"Look, look! That's the Hongyun Hotel!"

"Yeah, this food is so cheap! Let's go try it!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! If we're late, we won't make it home in time to cook!"

The crowd dispersed and headed towards the Hongyun Hotel across the street.

There's no way around it; the Hongyun Hotel is luxuriously decorated, and ordinary people would never choose to eat there. Now that the price has dropped, everyone will definitely rush to buy it.

As for the alleyway hotels, I'm afraid that apart from some older people, no one else would come.

"They are shameless!"

Lin Xiaoyu stood to the side, her hands clenched into fists, puffed out in anger, like an angry pufferfish.

"Knowing our vegetable prices are cheap, they deliberately lowered them—isn't that intentional?"

Gao Yang also glanced at it.

Over there, a long line of people had formed, and people were still joining the queue.

"No rush, let the bullets fly for a while."

He said slowly.

At that moment, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Young man, what are you selling today?"

Upon closer inspection, the two realized that it was the woman who had been the first to arrive at the stall with her bicycle yesterday.

The eldest sister also noticed the bustling atmosphere at the Hongyun Hotel, but she didn't take it to heart and shook her head with a smile.

"Young people these days are chasing these new flavors, but we older folks miss the taste of the past."

"Young man, you must be new here. You probably don't know that the alleyway hotel has been open for over a hundred years. My family has been bringing me here to eat since I was a child. The chefs have changed batch after batch, but yours is the one that tastes the most like it did back then."

"I remember there was a loquat tree in your yard. When I was little, my grandpa would carry me up to pick loquats. Now he's gone, and I'm married with kids. The old taste is still the most appealing."

Lin Xiaoyu stared blankly at her elder sister's kind face, momentarily at a loss for words.

She had been pampered since childhood, and with the help of the Su family's background, her life had been smooth sailing. She had never had this kind of feeling before.

At that moment, something seemed to sprout in her heart.

Gao Yang reacted quickly. After thinking for a moment, he picked up the small blackboard, erased the menu on it, and wrote down two dishes in a flash.

White dish, 7 yuan.

Stir-fried amaranth, 3 yuan.

He put the small blackboard back in front of the stall.

When the older sister saw the menu, her throat involuntarily bobbed, and childhood memories flooded back into her mind.

She slightly opened her eyes, and her gaze instantly brightened, as if she had suddenly seen an old acquaintance she hadn't seen in a long time.

She subconsciously took a half step forward, leaned slightly forward, and stared intently at the three characters "Bai Shipan" on the blackboard, even her breathing became soft.

"Bai Shi Pan, it's been so many years since I've had it here."

The eldest sister murmured softly, her fingers slowly tracing the small characters, a thin layer of mist appearing in her eyes.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her brows furrowed gently, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes gathered together as she tried to recall the taste of her childhood.

"Young man, you really understand me. Just these two dishes, one of each, I'll pack them up and take them home so my kids can taste them too."

A moment later, the eldest sister slapped her thigh, her smile gradually deepening, the mist in her eyes dissipating and replaced by childlike joy.

"Let me tell you, back then conditions were tough. Eating a dish like 'white mixed platter' would make us happy for a long time. Now conditions are better, and we've changed chefs, so it's hard to find that same taste as before."

Lin Xiaoyu stood to the side, watching this scene, and also felt a lump in her throat.

At first, she didn't understand why her sister had sent her over.

Now she understood that as the origin of the Su family, the alleyway hotel was not just a restaurant, but also the sentiment of several generations of elders, a flavor etched in time, and her sister wanted her to experience this feeling.

Along the street, the sycamore trees are covered with new buds, and small flowers of various colors are sprouting from the cracks in the soil.

Lin Xiaoyu looked up at the man in front of her.

The shadows of the leaves fell on his pristine white chef's uniform, dappled and interwoven, and one could almost smell a faint scent of sunshine.

Gao Yang wore a gentle smile.

"Okay, please wait a moment, I'll make it for you right away."

…………

Hongyun Hotel.

"Boss, as you instructed, business across the street is really bad today. Only a few people went to buy. Your strategy is really effective."

The subordinate's voice still carried a hint of flattery and ingratiation.

Upon hearing this, the young man could no longer suppress his smile and picked up the Coke on the table, pouring it straight into his mouth.

"That's right, don't you know who I am? Everyone says I'm smart."

Upon hearing this, the subordinate realized that he had pleased his boss by flattering him, and quickly added, "That's right, our boss is awesome, unlike the previous one who only knew how to mistreat us, and the hotel hasn't improved at all."

"Bang!"

The young man suddenly slammed his fist on the table.

"Hmph, I'll get angry with anyone who mentions that old geezer to me. I demanded he give me the hotel, but he wouldn't. Now look what happened, it's still in my hands."

The young man laughed smugly.

His subordinates were startled and terrified, and quickly echoed his words.

"Yes, yes, you're right, boss."

Just then.

"Knock knock knock"

The door slammed open three times before being forcefully pushed open.

"Boss, you can't do this!"

An angry voice rang out.

A middle-aged man walked in, dressed in a chef's uniform and holding a spatula. He looked indignant. Behind him, four or five burly men tried to stop him, but to no avail.

The young man looked over, his anger at being disturbed turning into understanding.

"Master Guo, what brings you here?"

The young man then berated the security guards.

"Master Guo is here to talk to me about something. Why are you stopping me? Get down here now."

The bodyguards looked at each other, then quickly loosened Master Guo's clothes and left the private room.

"Boss, your pricing is way too low! We're losing money on every single dish!"

Master Guo's dissatisfied voice rang out.

"Yes, that's true. Then why don't you just reduce the portion sizes and lower the cost of ingredients? I remember you're using pretty expensive soy sauce, why not switch to a cheaper one? And as for the other ingredients, just buy decent quality ones, why buy such expensive ones?"

The young man's mouth chattered incessantly, like a machine gun.

Master Guo's expression froze.

"You can't change it, otherwise the taste won't be right."

"Then you can just reduce the portion size. Since the prices are cheap, the guests can eat more."

The young man spoke as if he were casually remarking on how sunny the day was.

Master Guo was speechless for a long time before finally managing to mumble, "Okay, I understand."

The young man waved him away, telling him to get down quickly, and then turned to instruct his subordinates.

"Those distinguished guests are coming soon, right? Make sure you treat them well!"

"Okay, okay, don't worry."

The subordinate quickly replied.

At the same time, Su Wanqing was also calling Gao Yang.

"I've sent you a bunch of big clients, so you'd better take good care of them. The life or death of your little hotel might be in their hands."