Chapter 88

After confirming the opening time of the new store, people's hearts were relaxed and began to care about the name of the store.

We all talked a lot about the names of immortal soup, heyday and prosperous. Anyway, there are all kinds of names from high-end atmosphere to grounding atmosphere, and we can't settle the quarrel all the time.

Finally, Zhou Mengru had a sudden idea: "I think since we all like Ono's craftsmanship, we think the dishes he makes are delicious, and we all have a good time together. It's like a family in the countryside. It's better to call it How about Weixiang? "

Taste country?

Everyone was stunned and began to think about the name in his mind.

Han Changwen's foresight, everyone nodded, and continued: "and I think Master Zhang's talent is obviously not just a soup of immortals. In the future, your hometown of flavor will surely become bigger and bigger."

Everyone quieted down and listened to him carefully. He didn't understand what he wanted to say.

Chang Wenyuan pushed his glasses and continued: "I suggest you take advantage of Zhang Yulu, the God of food. Although the craftsmanship of master Xiao Zhang is obvious to all, it's an age of information explosion. It's necessary to have good publicity. Good wine is also afraid of deep alleys. "

The eyes of all the people lit up.

"That's a good idea. Master Zhang, although you are skilled, if you add the publicity stunt of the descendants of the God of food, you will surely become famous at one stroke." Zhao Dahu said.

"Yes, I think so, too." Mr. Guo agreed.

Everyone else thought it was a good idea. Even Zhang Ye nodded and said, "brother Chang, I'm afraid I can't do this kind of thing."

"No problem, it's up to me." Chang Wenyuan agreed with a smile.

With the opening time and the name of the store, even the direction of publicity has been worked out.

Everyone finally saw the specific hope of the new shop, and left Zhangye's house with satisfaction.

After seeing these people off, Zhang Ye noticed that Feng Yan was drunk. She was lying on the sofa with a lonely look on her cheek.

"Sister Yan'er, you've drunk too much. Let's have a rest at home tonight. Don't go back." Zhang Ye is a bit embarrassed to say.

"No, I'm going home, I'm going home..." Feng Yan suddenly opened her eyes and jumped up from the sofa, swinging her body as if she might fall down at any time.

Zhang Ye was so scared that he quickly went to hold her, and looked at Zhou Mengru in embarrassment.

It is Zhou Mengru to smile to shake head, very generous say: "small wild, you still send Yan younger sister back, always can rest more comfortable in own home."

"But Well, I'll be back soon. Take a rest, sister Ru. I'll clean up the dishes and chopsticks when I come back. " Zhang Ye had to nod and help Feng Yan to dress her.

This process made him feel very embarrassed, because Feng Yan seemed to have no strength at all, as if all the people were on him.

Feng Yan is not that kind of bony beauty. She is thin and full of bumps and bumps, which makes Zhang Ye feel swaying.

especially in these days, Zhang Ye has never really broken through the last layer of intimacy with Zhou Mengru.

Finally dressed for her, Zhang Ye and Zhou Mengru love to say a word, this just out of the door.

At the moment of going out, neither of them noticed that Feng Yan, with her head down and her eyes bleary, had a sharp smile on her lips.

In the taxi, she leaned back in Zhang Ye's arms, her face always with a happy expression.

Even if she knew that Zhang Ye was just a moment of warmth, she still cherished it.

Since I met Zhou Mengru, she felt more and more that she and the little man who had loved her for many years were far away from her.

Zhou Mengru's gentle, virtuous, knowledgeable and reasonable seem to have become an insurmountable gap, so she does not know how to fight for it.

To fight and to rob?

Did she really fight for it?

Feng Yan feels powerless.

She knows that she is not that kind of gentle temperament, she is happy to jump off, like unrestrained, yearning for a free life.

This is the opposite of Zhou Mengru. Her temperament seems to be more suitable to be a wife at home, the woman who pays silently behind Zhang Ye.

Although she knows these things, she also knows that her everything may be moths to the fire, but even if she has a little hope, Feng Yan doesn't want to give up.

Because her heart is very clear, if you don't work hard to fight for, I'm afraid that the little man who can bring her warmth and security will always be separated from her life.

Tonight Maybe it's the last chance.

Feng Yan secretly decided that her soft body moved again, and her whole body was eager to squeeze into Zhang Ye's arms.Zhang Ye looked down at Feng Yan in his arms awkwardly, smelling the familiar and pleasant smell from her body, and his heart could not help shaking.

He is also a normal man, now there is such a big beauty and his intimacy lying in his arms, how can not be excited, how can not be impulsive.

In history, Liu Xiahui absolutely likes men. Otherwise, how can she be completely indifferent in the face of such a scene.

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes and wailed. He didn't even dare to touch Feng Yan with his hands. He let her hold him tighter and tighter. He almost hung on himself.

After more than 20 minutes, he felt as if it had been half a century. When he finally got to the place, he immediately jumped out of the taxi and forced the wild man in his body to help Feng Yan out of the car.

Feng Yan seems to be more drunk now. She can't even stand steadily. She seems to be falling down at any time.

Zhang Ye helped her to walk two steps forward, but he couldn't walk steadily. Even once, his hand was accidentally pressed to a soft position.

That moment!

He could even feel Feng Yan's body tremble slightly.

God, do you mean to play with me.

Zhang Ye rolled his eyelids and wailed. At last he gritted his teeth and picked up Feng yanheng, just like a strong Knight picked up a beautiful princess.