Chapter 1682

"Why?"

McGonagall looked at the rapid increase in the number of people entering the store in his mind and looked up to the door in surprise.

Few new customers entered the store before, but unexpectedly, there was a small explosion. Three or two groups of customers came into the door and took their seats under the guidance of the waiter, which made the hall lively.

The number of people entering the store soon exceeded 300, and it continues to rise.

"What's going on out there? All of a sudden, a lot of people came in Mia looked back at the direction of the door in some surprise, looking at Rena who was just around them and asked.

Rena was also a little surprised by the sudden surge of passenger flow. After a little thought, she was not sure and said, "I often come to the restaurant to buy a lot of rougamo. Those guests want to eat hot pot outdoors. I asked them to arrange a table for them. It's time to start eating."

"It turns out that the guests must have watched the Burning Legion eat hot pot, and then they couldn't help coming into the shop to eat hot pot." Mia thought deeply, looked at McGonagall with a smile and said, "the boss often asks Xiaomi to do things like this. It's not easy to try."

"It's really a good idea for a hotpot that most customers don't know about." McGonagall nodded with a smile. Rina also let the Burning Legion make a live advertisement for the hot pot, and the effect was excellent.

What's more, it's equivalent to screening the customers. The customers who enter the store are very purposeful, and the order rate is naturally high.

"Then I should thank them." Rina said with a smile.

The guests walk into the hot pot shop and look at the hall one after another. The bright lights illuminate the hall. The golden and resplendent decoration style is interspersed with small and fresh green decoration. There are nearly 100 tables on display. There is a simple partition between them, but the space does not affect the permeability at all.

It's very warm in the restaurant. The air is full of the strong smell of hot pot. There are more than 20 tables for guests. The white heat rises from the pot. The guests are chatting while they are washing hot pot, waiting for the delicious food to mature. The chat becomes relaxed and pleasant.

This kind of environment makes people feel relaxed soon.

Under the guidance of the beautiful and generous elf waiter, you can take a seat in your favorite place, and then get the menu to start ordering.

To the surprise of most of the guests, the restaurant, which is decorated so luxurious and employs all elf waiters, has a low price of dishes, which is lower than the average price of many restaurants in Aden square, so they begin to order with confidence.

An endless stream of customers came into the store, forming a very good driving effect. The Burning Legion people sitting at the door not only successfully deterred Isaac who wanted to intercept customers, but also completed the task of demining for other guests. Just standing nearby for a while, most people could not stop walking towards the hotpot store.

"Let go of that duck gut. I dropped it three rounds ago!"

"So I really let it go?"

"No, no, put it in my bowl. If you put it down, I won't be able to find it again after three rounds."

The Burning Legion is totally unaware of this, and has been completely immersed in the fun of hot pot.

People are like six flaming torches, but it brings some warmth to the visitors.

Of course, I can't rule out that some people come here specially to cook.

Isaac and the skinny man looked at the scene from across the street with a melancholy face.

"Supervisor, what to do now?" The thin man asked in a low voice. He didn't dare to come forward if he wanted to cut off the passengers. He couldn't beat them again. He couldn't even walk over and lie on the ground.

"I'm too Southern." Said Isaac with a gloomy face.

There are several door gods guarding. Today, no matter who comes to their casserole, it's useless.

"Didn't you say in the morning that we were going to see what they were selling? Do you want to go now? " The skinny man then asked, looking at the fiery lava devil over there, his legs trembled a little.

"Go now, not to tell people what we want to do." Isaac gave him a white look, stood up holding the copy of the bench and said, "hold me. Let's go back to the store and ask the boss to send someone back."

"OK, slow down." The thin man was relieved and helped the lame Isaac walk slowly towards the direction of CASIA hot pot shop.

By the time MEG and his family had almost finished eating, the first floor hall was half full, steaming with the sound of people chatting, as hot as the boiling soup in the pot.

"I don't think I need to think of anything extra." McGonagall glanced at the number of people who had become 4211000 in his mind. Now it's noon, and the evening is the hottest time for hot pot shop business.

The guests look very satisfied. The unique fun of hot pot and the delicious taste after eating bring them a happy and novel dining experience.

Through word-of-mouth delicacy, it can bring a very high conversion rate of new customers. McGonagall believes that these 400 guests will bring more new customers to the hot pot shop in the near future, and will continue to fission through high-quality word-of-mouth.

"Check out." MEG raised his hand to the waiter.

"Sir, the boss of your table says it's in her name. If you finish your meal, just leave." The elf attendant came up and said with a smile.

"On the first day of business, what should be counted is what should be counted. There is no saying that it should be counted on the boss." McGonagall shook his head with a smile, took his purse out of his arms and said, "come on, how much did we eat at this table?"

"This..." the elf waiter looked at McGonagall with some tangled eyes, scanning left and right, trying to find the boss, but the boss just went upstairs.

"A total of 1250 copper coins. I've worked them out." Amy belched.

"Keep the change. The extra is the tip." MEG took a dragon coin and three gold coins and handed them to the elf. Then he took Amy's little hand and went to the door.

The waiter took the money and didn't know whether to return it to MEG or take it.

"Don't we say hello to Rina before we leave?" Mia took the clothes and asked, looking at MEG.

"She will be very busy today, so we won't give her any trouble." MEG shook his head.

"Oh." Mia nodded cleverly.

The crowd followed MEG away.

Along the way, the familiar customers of Maimi restaurant were familiar with MEG and said hello to them, just like the king of popularity.

McGonagall went out of the door, a heat wave hit, let him a little trance.

"Are these strange uncles burning themselves to warm others?" Amy looked at the Burning Legion people who were burning themselves up, and was surprised.

"Er..." McGonagall pondered. If you really want to explain it like this, it seems that there is no problem.

However, he was really frightened by the Burning Legion's posture of eating hot pot. Six human shaped pillars surrounded a big pot to wash hot pot. Even the iron chair under his buttocks was red, which was very close to the name of hot pot.