Meg finished a table of dishes, and Mara finally finished making the pig tongue salad.
Looking at the bright color, evenly sliced, and delicately arranged pig tongue salad, Meg nodded slightly.
He had watched Mara make this dish, and the whole process was pretty good. She did what she needed to do, and the completion rate was very high.
It could be seen that she really put in effort to learn and practice.
Meg was quite satisfied with this disciple.
"Try it." Mara stood at the table with her hands behind her back, and looked at Meg nervously.
Meg took a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of pig tongue, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it. His eyebrows slightly raised, and then he put the pig tongue into his mouth.
The crispy pig tongue was wrapped in red oil and chili sauce. The more he chewed, the more fragrant it was. It was really good.
Meg put down his chopsticks, looked at Mara and nodded with a smile, "Not bad, but it's still a thousand plates away from being able to be sold in the tavern. There are some problems with the red oil, the burnt taste is slightly strong, and the taste of the pig tongue still has room for improvement. It will take a long time to understand. "
"Okay, I understand!" Mara listened carefully, and then nodded solemnly.
"I think it's enough to be sold in the tavern as a side dish. If this dish isn't available, then when the Saipan Tavern reopens, the customers can only stare at the empty tables." Efie also picked up a piece of pig tongue to taste and interrupted.
"It's delicious, Sister Mara's cooking skills have improved." Amy chewed on the pig tongue and said happily.
"To run a tavern, you still need to pursue something." Meg shook his head, looked at Efie and said: "Quality can determine the difference between a tavern and other taverns. I hope that Saipan Tavern will always be that exquisite and beautiful existence. It's almost like a poison. Once it starts, it will lose its bottom line. "
Efie looked at Meg in silence for a moment, and then nodded: "I understand."
Although he had become the owner, Meg still hoped that Saipan Tavern could stay true to its core.
After lunch, Efie left.
After taking over Saipan Tavern, the first thing she had to do was to recruit a new group of employees.
Although Saipan Tavern already had six waiters, it was far from enough.
After all, not everyone could be like Meg. Cashiers, waiters, kitchen staff … all of them had to be assigned.
It was obviously unrealistic for the Saipan Tavern to reopen immediately. She had to rebuild a team.
"Let's go to the opera this afternoon," Meg said to everyone as he cleared away the bowls and chopsticks.
"Are you going to see Miss Black Cat?!" Amy's eyes lit up as she asked.
Anne also looked up at Meg with anticipation.
"Yes, the Black Cat Opera House has moved to our street. Let's go take a look." Meg smiled and nodded. Carrying the large bag of clothes, he led his family and Mara to the Black Cat Opera House not far away.
Soon, Meg arrived at Building 101. The once dusty circus venue had been cleaned up and looked brand new.
On the door hung a simple wooden board with the words "Black Cat Song Troupe."
There had been a light drizzle in Rodu yesterday, and the paint was chipping a little.
Well …
After moving to a new place, it still gave off a sense of poverty.
It was indeed rare to see such a poor opera troupe.
The door of the opera house was half-open, but there was a wooden sign hanging on the door with the time of the performance. The afternoon performance would start at one o 'clock. There was still half an hour until now.
"I forgot to say that it's not time for the performance to start yet." Mara shrugged in embarrassment.
"It's okay. I happen to have something to talk to Miss Vicky about." Meg smiled and walked in first.
Mara hurriedly followed.
Irina followed in with the two children. Anne was holding a picture album in her arms.
The light in the opera house was a little dim. The sunlight that came in through the small windows was not enough to provide sufficient light.
Most likely because of poverty, there were no oil lamps in other places except for the stage. Moreover, they were not lit up at this time.
The stage in the center had been simply remodeled. The newly painted countertop looked a little like an opera house.
Unfortunately, the seats below the stage were too simple. The long benches were placed, making it look a little crowded and messy.
Watching an opera in this kind of environment wasn't going to be a great experience.
The opera troupe had just finished their lunch and were about to rest when they heard the commotion at the door. They all looked over.
"Hello, it's not time for the afternoon performance yet. Please come back later." Old Mi walked over with a smile.
"Old Mi, this is my master. He's here to look for the troupe leader." Mara jumped out and said to Old Mi.
Old Mi walked closer and finally saw Meg's appearance. His face revealed a hint of surprise. "It's you!"
The Black Cat Song Troupe was able to move from a small, run-down courtyard to a place where no one cared about them. It was all thanks to this benefactor.
Not only did he give them the venue, he also gave them the money to tide them over. Everyone in the opera troupe would remember this kindness.
"Troupe leader! Our benefactor is here! "Old Mi turned around and shouted.
The opera troupe immediately rushed over. When they saw Meg and his family, they all smiled.
This family had left a deep impression on them. The two young ladies were just too adorable. It was hard to forget them.
Vicky, who was dressed in a black lolita dress, quickly walked over from behind the stage. She stopped in front of Meg and smiled. "You're finally back."
"I heard that your opera troupe has already opened for business, so I wanted to come and take a look. It seems like I'm early." Meg smiled back.
Meg still held a hint of respect for this lady with dual personalities. After all, you never knew what kind of personality she would change into in the next moment.
"It's true that it's not time yet, but please take a seat here. I still haven't thanked you properly about the opera troupe." Vicky led Meg and the others to the troupe leader's office at the back.
Although it was called the troupe leader's office, it was just a simple and crude office. There was a wooden table with a broken leg, and two long benches.
Vicky's seat was an old wooden chair. It was probably used as the boss's chair.
"The opera troupe has just opened, so it's a little shabby. Please excuse me." Vicky said frankly. She didn't feel inferior at all.
"It's good to have a place to sit." Meg's impression of her improved a little.
"Thank you for providing the venue for the Black Cat Song Troupe and providing so much support." Vicky bowed to Meg and said gratefully.
"You're welcome. Your talent moved me." Meg waved his hand with a smile. "Besides, isn't this a mutually beneficial business?"
Vicky smiled as well. However, the gratitude she felt towards Meg didn't decrease.
Meg's investment and support for the opera troupe was no different from sending charcoal in snowy weather. He had saved them from a quagmire and pulled them back from the brink of disbandment.
Vicky would always remember this kindness in her heart.
"Actually, there's another reason for my visit. Anne has already drawn the story of Miss Black Cat. Take a look and see if it matches your expectations." Meg said.
Anne went forward and handed the album to Vicky.
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