Chapter 1855

McGonagall smile jaw head, after all, born into a rich family, this basic literacy is still there.

With such a good location and a strong marketing plan, if you can get the best food in six days after hanging up, octopus series will surely become one of the special dishes in the city of chaos.

Of course, this idea is too idealistic, and it really does not pay attention to other businesses.

Although Robert hesitated, he finally agreed to McGonagall's plan to participate in the food conference in the next six days. He must have thought of the same point with McGonagall. This new way of participation may bring some new changes to the food conference.

McGonagall, their preparations are complete. It's eight o'clock. Robert speaks. The food conference opens on time.

Guests flow into the venue from various entrances, and the main channel where the display cabinet of Maimi restaurant is located undertakes nearly half of the flow of people.

"Wow, it's the Maimi restaurant! Is that the famous Maimi restaurant recently? "

"Er... What are these terrible tentacles? Why are they in the best position? "

"Octopus balls, 40 coppers! Octopus sashimi 50 copper coins! Fried Octopus need 100 copper coins! Fried octopus in soy sauce needs 100 copper coins! The boss is crazy about money

"Look! The owner of Maimi restaurant should open the menu and teach on the spot! No, I'm going to stay here today. It's a rare chance to learn how to cook with top chefs in a century! "

"These little sisters are so beautiful... Sucking."

The eye-catching display cabinets and beautiful waiters of Maimi restaurant soon attracted the attention of the guests, and even led to the channel blocking.

Fortunately, the main passageway was spacious enough, and the staff of the food association were able to ease the traffic and barely resume the traffic.

"Maimi restaurant is worthy of being a gold lettered signboard. It is packed with people as soon as it is launched. In the history of food conference, it is still" well, today's fried dishes series are free with a bowl of rice. " MEG nodded.

"Hey, hey, that's a big benefit." Harrison had a big smile on his face, happier than honey.

The guests around him looked at him suspiciously. Isn't the rice free? Why is this fat man so happy to hear that he has a bowl of rice for free? Is he a fool? Or an actor?

"I want an octopus ball!"

"I want an octopus ball, too!"

"Ma Ma, I want to eat that lovely little ball, too."

After Harrison opened a table for McGonagall, the guests in the back also ordered one after another. High definition pictures of four kinds of dishes were hung on the top of the stall. You can see from a distance that the cheap and lovely looking octopus balls have become the first choice for people to taste.

"This..." abelmia looked at the guests who were crowded into a pile, holding out a hand from a pile of heads to order. She was in a bit of trouble for a moment. How could she do that?

McGonagall is also aware of this problem. After all, he is not a regular customer of McMillan restaurant. He has not experienced the baptism of queuing rules. Although crowded and busy, it is a headache for businesses and some frail guests.

"Take out the rules and hang them up. Make a rule first, and then we can start our business." MEG turned off the fire and said calmly.

"All right." As soon as abelmia's eyes brightened, she took out a standing card of more than one person from behind and hung it in front of the stall.

When people saw MEG turn off the fire, they put up a standing card again and looked at it. The card said: please line up in order to buy, half a meter apart, first come first served, no violators, onlookers, please stand outside the queue area.

It's the first time to make rules for the guests at a food conference, and it's a forbidden area for the onlookers, which immediately caused an uproar.

"The boss has a lot of airs. He even makes rules for the guests. If he doesn't obey the rules, he doesn't receive them. He really takes himself seriously."

"No, the focus of the food conference is a bustle. The boss, relying on his good position, drives the guests out. He can't do business."

"If you don't look, don't look. If you don't stay here, there's a place to stay. The roast suckling pig in the Dukas restaurant next door doesn't smell better than this?"

When even a lot of the guests who join in the fun leave, the onlookers are less than half immediately.

"Well, I'm still too young to do business and drive customers out? The boss doesn't look like a business man. " At the entrance of Dukas next door, alvar's originally dark face and smile gradually bloomed. As long as he was a little experienced veteran, he would not do such a thing that was popular with passers-by.

The owners of the stalls were also a bit joking. Originally they were worried that they would be run over by the Maimi restaurant, but now it seems that their boss is not very smart.

McGonagall looked at the guests left behind, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned. He could see that many of them were housewives. They were the most likely group to buy octopus and have to go home to cook. They had the most enthusiasm to learn and were also his best target group.

Generally speaking, they are not dominant in body shape and strength.

And the queuing rules, so that they can get comfortable waiting for food and learning space, so greatly increased their favor for McGonagall.

As for the white whoring party, he doesn't care at all. No matter how many people there are, they will have a good time.

From the perspective of consumption value chain, their value is nothing, which is worse than that of pet dogs who eat dog food.

Such a precious front row position, of course, should be left to the women with high value.

McGonagall looked at the guests still standing in front of the stall and said in a loud voice, "ladies and gentlemen, I'm McGonagall, the chef of the Maimi restaurant. Thank you for your support. No rules, no square, no queuing order, no order.

So now, please line up with eight people in a row, half a meter apart. When you get to the evacuation point, turn outside and line up in order.

I can assure everyone that we will order and serve according to the order of queuing. Please also abide by a conscious queuing agreement. "

Soon, the guests standing disorderly in front of the stall, under the guidance of abelmia and Sheryl, formed into eight teams, extending backward at an interval of half a meter, in perfect order.

"Does anyone really want to line up?"

The stall owners, who have begun to receive scattered guests, are staring at this scene.