Wen Jiu saw Wen Yunhuai lowering her head in shame. She was about to say that she could arrange to try new products at Jiuju, but Wen Peizhu suddenly spoke out.

"I recently met a new friend who is the management of Wenjiuju. If you really want to try it, I can contact her and ask her to find a way to help arrange it."

When Wen Peizhu said this, the expression between her eyebrows and eyes seemed to be proud.

At a party, the management of Wenjiuju learned that she was Wen Zichuan's sister and took the initiative to talk to her and add friends.

The other party’s intention was very obvious, just to develop it through her and Wen Zichuan.

Wen Peizhu felt that if she made this request, the woman would definitely agree.

This is just a chance to let her see Wen Zichuan, she should be grateful.

When everyone heard Wen Peizhu's words, they were stunned, with a look of surprise on their faces.

Is Wenjiuju a restaurant like this that can go to the backstage?

If so, it wouldn’t be possible to launch a few new dishes and make a sensation at the TV station reporter for an interview.

After experiencing the pain of falling from the clouds, the personality of the God of Food has changed drastically. He no longer contacted his former friends, nor did he care about anyone's face. He opened the back door and let people not have to go in and eat with an appointment number.

No matter who it is, you must have an appointment number when you arrive at Wenjiuju to have a meal.

Otherwise, everyone would have to go backstage, and the regulations on the limited reception of guests in Wenjiuju will lose their meaning.

Of course, although Wen Qing would not open the back door with regard to anyone's face, he would unconditionally support it if it was a political activity that the country needed to support.

"Pezhu, are you kidding?" Wen Jingchuan spoke with a serious expression, "We can't do this. If you, a new friend, really open the door of convenience for us, the person in charge of Wenjiujuju House discovered it, it will definitely affect her."

Wen Peizhu: “………”

She frowned and thought to herself that her elder brother was too worried.

"Brother, as long as we don't say it, how could the person in charge of Wen Jiujuju find out?" Wen Peizhu said for granted.

Mr. Wen suddenly thought of something and turned to look at Wen Jiu.

Isn’t one of the people in charge of Wenjiuju? Isn’t it his young sister?

Wen Jiu met the big brother's gaze, guessed what he meant, and said with a slight nose: "I can ask Wen Qing to send a few invitation letters."

When Wen Peizhu heard this, a look of astonishment appeared on her face.

Wen Qing? How many invitation letters should I send?

Wen Peizhu couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

It’s really like lying without drafting paper. You can make up such outrageous lies!

She felt that Wen Jiu said this to surpass her!

Just because she just said that she met a new friend, the management of Wen Jiuju, Wen Jiu directly asked Wen Qing to send an invitation letter!

This is a strong desire to win or lose.

Wen Peizhu rolled her eyes in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She asked curiously: "Does my sister-in-law know Wen Qing?"

Wen Jiu is a matter for Wen Qing’s partner, and Mr. Wen and Wen Shuyang did not make any statement after they came back that day.

Since I didn't say warm wine, there must be her reason.

Therefore, no one else in the family knew about this.

Wen Jiu glanced at Wen Peizhu with a faint voice: "Yeah, I know you."

"My sister-in-law, will it just be the same name?" Wen Peizhu said with a smile, "Don't make any big mistakes, it won't look good then."

Wen Jiu raised his eyebrows and smiled as if he was smiling: "What are you talking about?"
Chapter completed!