In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed.
The guesthouse hadn't done much in the way of promotion.
But after several guests tasted the food and praised it highly,
word of the delicious dishes at the guesthouse in the suburbs gradually spread around the vicinity.
The most obvious change was that the usual number of guests, around two or three dozen tables, had increased to over a hundred.
"The shopkeeper is doing well. Is little Zhang cooking today?"
"Oh? Brother Li, you're here too? Are you also here to taste Chef Zhang's dishes?"
It was one afternoon about a month later.
Familiar guests chatted while waiting for their meals.
Some were old acquaintances who wished they could come every day.
Some even stayed at the guesthouse.
But it's undeniable that they were all wealthy people.
Otherwise, who would stay at a guesthouse just to eat?
However, a few bosses and gentlemen wanted to invite Zhang Feng to cook at their homes.
