In the era of material shortage in the Tang Dynasty, it is not easy for even the citizens of Chang''an city to eat meat.


    All kinds of cheap meat in Mohist Food City have completely ignited the appetite of Chang''an citizens.


    "Delicious but not expensive!"


    With all kinds of delicious food, it is a great enjoyment of life to pack some delicious cakes in paper bags before leaving.


    With the popularity of Mohist Food City, the catering industry in Chang''an city is in mourning!


    Sun YangZheng store is not far from Mohist food city. The popularity of Mohist food city has a disastrous impact on sun YangZheng store.


    In particular, the popularity of fried vegetables in yuzhuangyuan restaurant has made yuzhuangyuan restaurant full of diners who come to admire its reputation,


    In contrast, sun YangZheng''s shop is much more miserable. There are only a few guests at one or two tables.


    "What''s going on these days?"


    In sun YangZheng''s shop, Wang Zhe''s face was gloomy, pointing to the daily accounts of sun YangZheng''s shop these days.


    "Young master, it''s really not a small mistake. It''s not only our sun YangZheng store, but also other hotel businesses in Chang''an city!" Wang Ningcheng, the shopkeeper of sun YangZheng store, said bitterly.


    If ordinary shops are OK, people there don''t pay much attention to taste! As long as it is good and cheap. However, sun YangZheng''s Restaurant entertains people who are either rich or expensive. These people come to dinner to enjoy "we all know that the ingredients in sun YangZheng''s restaurant are top-level, and there can be no problem," Wang Zhe said urgently.


    Illness comes from the mouth and misfortune comes from the mouth. But Jin Fu Xuan''s famous sentence exhorts people to pay attention to food hygiene, but these problems can''t happen at sun YangZheng''s store.


    "The young master doesn''t know. Doctor sun not only puts forward the source of food materials, but also points out that the dishes and chopsticks in the hotel are one of the transmission ways. If a sick person uses the dishes and chopsticks after eating in the hotel, it may also infect other people." Wang Ningcheng said with a bitter smile, explaining the reason why the guest asked for new chopsticks.


    "Hiss!"


    Wang Zhe took a breath. The dishes and chopsticks in sun YangZheng''s shop are the top of the customization. If every guest changes a pair of dishes and chopsticks, sun YangZheng''s shop is expected to lose a lot.


    "Doctor sun has not explained that it is enough to disinfect as long as he cooks in boiling water for five minutes." Wang Zhe pointed to the ink magazine. Of course, Sun Simiao did not just kill the buried owner, but put forward the most economical and affordable proposal.


    "But it seems that all diners don''t trust us. Almost all customers have to go to new chopsticks and ask whether the dishes are disinfected with boiling water!" Wang Ningcheng said bitterly.


    Only then did Wang Zhe understand the meaning of Li Yuanwai''s request for new chopsticks and questioning.


    "It''s nothing? What''s more terrible is that many people think that eating out is likely to infect diseases, and they pass through restaurants instead of entering." Wang Ningcheng said that panic is the reason for the sharp drop in the flow of people in restaurants. Since eating out is such a big risk, it''s better to eat at home.


    "Mozi is killing thousands of enemies and losing 800 of himself!"


    Wang Zhe looked at the empty tables and chairs in sun YangZheng''s shop and couldn''t help but hate to say that he didn''t have a Mohist Food City in mojiazi. What good would it do him.


    He can imagine that this must be the Revenge of the Mohists. Otherwise, how could it be so coincidence that doctor sun''s article was hyped by the Mohist magazine. But what he didn''t understand was that even if he didn''t want to offend and provoke public anger for the sake of the whole sun YangZheng store, the Mohist family would have hurt so many tea shops and restaurants in Chang''an city.


    "Er!"


    Wang Ningcheng looked at the angry Wang Zhe and stopped talking.


    "Say!" Wang Zhe said angrily.


    "As far as I know, the Mohists have launched a new product on the day of ink publication, a very cheap chopsticks, one for a penny, and this kind of disinfection dishes!" Wang Ningcheng had already prepared to deliver a disposable chopsticks and a bulging bag wrapped in paper to Wang Zhe.


    "This is also chopsticks?"


    Wang Zhe stared at the rudimentary chopsticks in his hand. The wood was the cheapest Tung wood. It broke when it was folded gently, and the surface was rough. If he used it at ordinary times, he hated it. Now it has become a magic weapon for the Mohist school to win.


    "Pa!"


    Wang Zhe exerted slight force. The paper bag was broken and made a crisp sound. He easily tore up the paper, revealing a spoon, cup, small bowl and plate inside. It was complete.


    "Young master, I don''t know. This kind of dishes and chopsticks has become very popular in major tea shops and restaurants in Chang''an city. Many restaurants use this kind of dishes and chopsticks. A penny of disposable chopsticks can be spread on the meal money, and this kind of paper wrapped dishes and dishes are sent out by Mohist special personnel. After use, they are taken back by special personnel for professional disinfection. The hotel saves even the small workers who wash the dishes "What''s wrong?" Wang Ningcheng sighed.


    "Don''t you want money for these packaging dishes? The Mohists are so kind?" Wang Zhe sneered.


    "When these dishes are delivered, one Wen is paid for two, and one Wen is directly added to the diner''s head when eating. In this way, the restaurant not only doesn''t lose money, but makes a lot of money." Wang Ningcheng explained.


    "The Mohists are good at calculating!" Wang Zhe said angrily.


    In this way, diners can solve the health problem and eat at ease. Restaurants and Mohists have made money, which is perfect.


    "Young master, why don''t sun YangZheng shop..." Wang Ningcheng said half, and the meaning was already obvious.


    "No, I don''t want you to bow your head to the Mexican family!" Wang Zhe said angrily.


    Wang Ningcheng sighed. His heart was like this. The young master still had this heart.


    "However, I''m afraid the losers have come. Let them solve this little thing first!" Wang Zhe sneered.