In the Tang dynasty, where resources were scarce, it was not easy for even the citizens of Chang 'an to eat meat.
The Mo Family's Food City's variety of delicious and cheap meat had completely ignited the appetite of the citizens of Chang 'an.
"It's delicious and not expensive!"
In addition, there were all kinds of delicious food. Before leaving, they could pack some delicious cakes in paper bags to enjoy. It was one of life's greatest pleasures.
With the rise of the Mo Family's Food City, the entire food and beverage industry in Chang 'an City was in a state of mourning!
Sun Yangzhen Restaurant was not far from the Mo Family's Food City. The impact of the Mo Family's Food City's popularity on Sun Yangzhen Restaurant was disastrous.
Especially the popularity of Yu Zhuangyuan Restaurant's stir-fry, which filled up all the seats in Yu Zhuangyuan Restaurant.
In comparison, Sun Yangzhen Restaurant was much more miserable. There were only one or two tables of customers.
"What's going on these days?"
In Sun Yangzhen Restaurant, Wang Zhe's face was gloomy as he pointed at the accounts of Sun Yangzhen Restaurant.
"Young Master! This is not a small mistake. Not only our Sun Yangzhen Restaurant, but also the other restaurants in Chang 'an City! "The manager of Sun Yangzhen Restaurant, Wang Ningcheng, said bitterly.
If it was an ordinary restaurant, it would be fine. The people there did not care much about taste. As long as the food was good and cheap, it was fine. However, restaurants like Sun Yangzheng Restaurant only served rich and powerful people. These people came here to enjoy the first-class service. What they ate was their status.
In the past, there was no comparison. Now that the Mo Family's stir-fry had directly lowered the quality of the food in Sun Yangzhen Restaurant, naturally, fewer people came.
"Apart from that, there's another reason?" Wang Ningcheng said.
"There's another reason. Hurry up and say it! "Wang Zhe raised his eyebrows and scolded.
"Shopkeeper, replace these chopsticks with new ones. Remember, no one has ever used them before. They're brand new!"
Before Wang Ningcheng could answer, a fat squire who had just taken a seat at the table said loudly.
"Yes, Squire Zhou, please wait a moment. I'll change them for you immediately!" Wang Ningcheng hurriedly replied loudly.
"By the way, how many times have you wiped the table? Are your bowls and plates sterilized? "Steward Zhou continued to ask.
"Don't worry, guest! You can rest assured that all the bowls and chopsticks have been disinfected, "Wang Ningcheng quickly replied." That's right.
Soon, a waiter came forward and brought a new pair of chopsticks to Squire Zhou's table.
"A new pair of chopsticks? Disinfection? " Wang Zhe heard these two new terms and stared at Wang Ningcheng with an unfriendly look. He had a vague guess in his mind.
"Young master!"
Wang Ningcheng's heart skipped a beat. Looking at Wang Zhe's unfriendly face, he broke out in cold sweat. Ever since his young master had been defeated by Mo Jiazi twice in a row, he would get angry whenever he heard anything about Mo Jiazi.
"What's going on? Tell me everything from the beginning to the end! "Wang Zhe suppressed his anger and said.
"Yes, young master!"
Wang Ningcheng hurriedly took out a magazine from the backstage, pointed at the front page headline and handed it to Wang Zhe.
"Prevention and treatment of infectious diseases?" Wang Zhe was puzzled.
"Young Master, please look at the signature." Wang Ningcheng smiled bitterly.
"Sun Simiao?" Wang Zhe's heart skipped a beat. Although he was arrogant in Chang 'an City, he knew that there was one person he could never offend, and that was Sun Simiao.
Not to mention how high Sun Simiao's reputation was, just based on his medical skills, who could guarantee that the Wang family would not need Divine Doctor Sun one day?
It shouldn't be! Wang Zhe was puzzled. According to Sun Simiao's status, no matter how ruthless he and Mo Jiazi were, it was impossible for him to do it himself!
"Young Master, of course, Doctor Sun wouldn't pay attention to such trivial matters. That's why he was used by the Mo Family. After many years of research, Doctor Sun came to the conclusion that typhoid and febrile diseases are caused by the mouth." Wang Ningcheng briefly explained the outline of Sun Simiao's article. In this era, typhoid was not a minor disease. A continuous high fever could easily take away a person's life.
"You even know this! The ingredients in Sun Yangzheng's restaurant are all top-notch. It's impossible for there to be a problem, "Wang Zhe said anxiously.
Diseases are transmitted through the mouth, and disasters are caused by the mouth. This was Jin Fu Xuan's famous saying, which advised people to pay attention to their diet and hygiene. However, it was impossible for there to be a problem in Sun Yangzheng's restaurant.
"Young Master, you don't know. Doctor Sun not only pointed out the source of the ingredients, but also pointed out that the bowls and chopsticks in the restaurant are one of the transmission channels. If a person who is ill eats in the restaurant and the bowls and chopsticks are used by others, he may be infected with the disease," Wang Ningcheng smiled bitterly and explained the reason why the customers asked for new chopsticks.
"Hiss!"
Wang Zhe gasped. The bowls and chopsticks in Sun Yangzheng's restaurant were custom-made and top-notch. If every customer changed their bowls and chopsticks, Sun Yangzheng's restaurant would suffer a great loss.
"Didn't Doctor Sun say that boiling water is enough to disinfect the bowls and chopsticks?" Wang Zhe pointed at the Mo Journal. Sun Simiao, of course, was not a person who only cared about killing and not burying. He proposed the most economical and practical proposal.
"But it seems that all the diners don't seem to trust us. Almost all the customers want new chopsticks and keep asking if the bowls and plates are disinfected with boiling water!" Wang Ningcheng said bitterly.
Wang Zhe finally understood the meaning of Squire Li's action of asking for new chopsticks and asking questions.
"That's not a big deal. What's more terrible is that many people think that eating outside is likely to be infected with the disease, so they all leave the restaurant, "Wang Ningcheng said. Panic was the reason for the sudden decline of the restaurant's customers. Since eating outside was so risky, it was better to eat at home.
"Mo Jiazi is sacrificing himself to kill a thousand enemies!"
Wang Zhe looked at the empty tables and chairs in Sun Yangzheng's restaurant and couldn't help but say with hatred. He, Mo Jiazi, still had the Gourmet City of the Mo Family. What good would it do him to do this?
He could imagine that this must be Mo Jiazi's revenge. Otherwise, how could Doctor Sun's article be so coincidentally publicized by the Mo Journal? But what he didn't understand was that even if he was not afraid of offending the public just to make trouble for Sun Yangzheng's restaurant, Mo Jiazi had made a lot of teahouses and restaurants in Chang 'an City suffer because of this.
"Uh!"
Wang Ningcheng looked at the angry Wang Zhe and wanted to say something but stopped on second thought.
"Say it!" Wang Zhe said angrily.
"As far as I know, the Mo Family has launched a new product on the day the Mo Journal was published. It's a very cheap pair of chopsticks. You can buy a pair of them for one copper coin. They also have disinfected bowls and plates!" Wang Ningcheng had already prepared for this. He handed a pair of disposable chopsticks and a bulging paper bag to Wang Zhe.
"Is this also a pair of chopsticks?"
Wang Zhe stared at the simple chopsticks in his hand in astonishment. They were made of the cheapest paulownia wood, which could break easily with a light twist. Moreover, the surface was rough. If it was in normal times, he would dislike it. But now it had become the magic weapon of the Mo Family.
"Pah!"
Wang Zhe used a little force and the paper bag broke, making a crisp sound. He tore the paper bag easily, revealing a spoon, a cup, a small bowl, and a plate. It was very complete.
"Young Master, you may not know this, but these kinds of bowls and chopsticks are very popular in the teahouses and restaurants in Chang 'an City. Many restaurants use these kinds of bowls and chopsticks. A pair of disposable chopsticks cost one copper coin, which is almost negligible when it comes to the cost of meals. And these paper bowls and plates are sent out by the Mo Family's staff. After they are used, the staff will take them back and disinfect them professionally.
"So these bowls and plates are packaged for free? Mo Jiazi is so kind?" Wang Zhe sneered.
"When these bowls and plates are sent out, they cost one copper coin for two. When they are eating, they directly add one copper coin to the diner's bill. In this way, the restaurant not only does not lose money, but also makes a lot of money." Wang Ningcheng explained.
"Mo Jiazi is so calculating!" Wang Zhe said with hatred.
In this way, the diner's hygiene problem was solved and they could eat without worry. The restaurant and the Mo Family both made money. It was a perfect plan.
"Young Master, why not Sun Yang's Restaurant also …" Wang Ningcheng said halfway, but his meaning was obvious.
"No, you want me to bow down to Mo Jiazi? No way!" Wang Zhe said angrily.
Wang Ningcheng sighed and thought that his young master's temperament was just as expected.
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