Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live when I preached to animals

The originally yellowed clear soup in the pot suddenly became yellow and viscous,

"Did you see it? Isn't the sesame paste that comes out of this technological artifact ten times purer than the one you bought?"

Another chef frowned, "Your color is not right either."

The boss was taken aback when he heard the words, the yellow in the pot was a little yellow, but what he wanted was dark yellow, it shouldn't be such a bright yellow.

"That's right! Your color is wrong, how can customers buy it? They will be discovered."

"This is outrageous, let's do it honestly."

The boss rolled his eyes and reached out to stop the chefs.

"Wait a minute! I have a solution!"

As he said that, the boss took off his leather shoes, picked out some yellow-brown soil from the soles of his feet, threw it directly into the pot, and stirred it vigorously!

The original bright yellow and the soil merged together, and instantly turned into the dark yellow he wanted.

"See? Use your brain, use your brain!"

"To be a chef, you have to use everything available. Anyway, there are technological artifacts, who can eat them? Ah?!"

The thin chef's face was very ugly, his eyebrows were almost wrinkled, and he said dissatisfiedly:

"You just use some additives, but you throw the mud into the pot. The guests pay for the food, not the mud! You are too much!"

"Are you disgusting or not!"

The boss pointed at him angrily, "If you can do it, do it! If you can't do it, get out! You don't want a salary that is [-]% higher than other restaurants? Some people want it!"

"With these things, even a pig's palm spoon can be used to cook vegetables! Why do you give me the face? Without you, Lao Tzu's restaurant will continue to operate, and the food will continue to sell!"

The chef's face was getting darker and darker, as black as the bottom of a pot.

It is unbearable to be insulted with additives and mud by a layman who has no knowledge of cooking skills after working hard as a chef all his life!

boom!

The thin chef slammed his chef's hat off!

"I don't do it anymore!"

"Such a conscienceless thing will be punished sooner or later!"

"There are a few of you, if you continue to do such unconscionable things for his [-]% salary, you are not worthy of being chefs!"

As soon as the words were harsh, the chef turned and left without turning his head.

This scene made the boss unexpected, he suddenly panicked, pointed at the other chefs and said:

"What are you looking at? No salary? Hurry up and work!"

"Who is that? You didn't add enough, keep adding!"

Everyone dared not speak out, when another chef took off his hat and fell to the ground hard.

"I don't miss your two words! Quit!"

"I won't serve you anymore!"

"I'm a chef, not a pig in charge of the spoon!"

One chef after another quit working in a blink of an eye, and all four pots were left unattended and left unattended.

The boss is stupid, no matter how much he shouts, no one pays attention to him.

In the back kitchen, there are only a few pier cutters and kitchen helpers left, and even vegetable and dishwashing workers.

The boss called them all over with a dark face, one counts as one, but anyone who can cook will be sent to watch the pot.

In a word, technology and hard work!

They only need to throw additives into it, and they can reap double or even triple their original wages.

All of them were overjoyed, and waved a large spoon to do the job of holding the spoon. Regardless of Sanqi 21, they poured everything they thought could be used, and even when they tasted it themselves, they only licked it, thinking it was almost ready. dish.

After seeing this scene, Xu Huan felt disgusted, his eyes suddenly became cold, and a trace of sword intent escaped.

Cheng Fan hurriedly woke her up with a sound, for fear that she could not bear it and blood would splash in the back kitchen.

"They're just a bunch of ignorant ordinary people, don't make a fuss."

Xu Huan lowered his head slowly, restraining his sword intent.

"I'm sorry, Master, I couldn't restrain myself just now."

"It's okay, I understand how you feel."

Cheng Fan patted the back of Xu Huan's hand and comforted him in a warm voice.

The instant touch made Xu Huan's brain empty for a moment, and his mind became clear.

Cheng Fan was secretly surprised, is Mingzhen's self-regulation ability already so strong?really not bad.

Xu Huan took back the phone and whispered, "Master, the video has been recorded."

"Well, it's good to record it. When the people from the relevant departments come over in a while, just hand it over to them."

Xu Huan nodded, but shook his head again.

"not enough."

"Huh? What's not enough?"

Cheng Fan was a little puzzled.

"The punishment is not strong enough. At most, his business license will be revoked. I am afraid that he will still do this kind of thing in another place in the future. I am very worried about this."

Xu Huan said solemnly.

Cheng Fan touched his chin, and somewhat understood her thoughts.

But Xu Huan has always been a straightforward person, what will she do?You can't cut the weeds with one sword, can you?

"What do you want to do?"

Cheng Fan looked into Xu Huan's eyes and said.

Xu Huan pursed his lips and said softly, "I want to implant a dream into him like Master, so that he can feel the consequences of eating too much additive."

Hearing this, Cheng Fan nodded slightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"allow!"

Chapter 406 As long as the elder brother looks good, the three views follow the five senses

"Okay, sister Huanhuan wants to punish the bad guys!"

The little milk baby applauded happily, and other guests in the hotel looked sideways, and couldn't help but exclaim: Whose cutie is this?

The little milk boy rolled his big round eyes around, and said with a smile in his eyes:

"Master, Sister Huanhuan, do we have to eat somewhere else?"

With a smirk on his face, the little milkman pushed the bamboo stick by his hand, so the big bag of grilled squid has been dazzled!

Cheng Fan rubbed the little baby's head, and said angrily: "Understood, Master will take you to eat snacks later."

"Yeah! Master is the best!"

The little milkman grabbed a roasted yam and put it in his mouth happily.

Seeing this, Cheng Fan smiled and shook his head.

Cheng Fan stood up, straightened his Taoist robe, and secretly transported mana to his throat.

Running mana said in a loud voice: "Guests, please stop eating first and listen to what the poor have to say."

The sound instantly spread throughout the restaurant and into the ears of the guests waiting in line outside.

A group of guests looked over in confusion, some recognized Cheng Fan's identity, and many tourists did not know Cheng Fan, but this did not prevent them from enjoying the fun.

"Pindao is the master of the Dishui Temple. His name is Daoxuan. He is well-known in the small town. It is really important to disturb everyone this time. Please forgive me."

As soon as the words fell, some townspeople said with a smile:

"What did the temple master say? You are the living god of Wuzhen Mountain. If you have any orders, just say it!"

"I am a pilgrim in Guanli, and I go there every week. Don't worry, Taoist priest, I will listen to you!"

"My parents said, I don't need to listen to their words, but I must listen to the words of Taoist Master Dishui!"

"Hahaha! Even a young man in the rebellious period said that, don't worry, Guanzhu."

The townspeople said something to each other, and some diners who didn't know Cheng Fan suddenly widened their eyes and looked at Cheng Fan curiously.

A tourist asked in a low voice, "Who is this guy? Why is everyone willing to listen to him? He seems to have a high status? And this Dishui Temple, where have I heard of it?"

The friends around him immediately began to introduce them with joy.

"Drip Temple! Isn't it the Immortal Temple I told you about! I brought you here just to go to his Dishui Temple and ask him to tell a fortune! This is a fairy-like figure!"

"Huh? He looks so young, is it reliable?"

The tourist looked suspicious, feeling that his friend was exaggerating, so he didn't quite believe it.

"Cut! Do you think all powerful Taoists must have white hair and youthful face? You are out! It's outdated! People call it 'Back to Basics'!"

The corner of the tourist's mouth twitched, "You should be talking about 'rejuvenation'?"

"Hi! One meaning!"

The friend waved his hand and continued to tell about Cheng Fan's great achievements.

There was a table of beautifully dressed girls who hadn't caught a cold yet, and were still burying their heads in eating.

Suddenly, one of the girls caught a glimpse of Cheng Fan out of the corner of her eye, and her eyes straightened instantly!

"Ahh! He's so handsome!"

The other girls in the same group immediately raised their heads and looked around, and immediately found Cheng Fan who stood out from the crowd.

"How can there be such a young and handsome Taoist priest! This Taoist robe is too fairy-like! I love it!"

"Ah! He just glanced at me, ah, I'm dead!"

"Nonsense, he is clearly looking at me!"

"You! Brother Taoist is looking at me!"

The four girls quarreled, and even scuffled together. The diners looked over one after another, and some people who were doing good things made a fuss.

"Fight! Fight!"

"Ahahaha! I like watching women fight the most!"

"Yes! Squeeze her hair! Pull her shoulder straps!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Cheng Fan couldn't help shaking his eyelids.

It never occurred to him that he just said a word, which would trigger a tragic war.

Cheng Fan smiled wryly and shook his head, silently saying the word "quiet".

The anger of the four girls dissipated in an instant, and they stared at each other with wide eyes and puzzled.

"Why are we fighting all of a sudden?"

"How do I know? Why are you pulling my hair?"

"Ah! My shoulder strap was torn off by someone, and I was almost gone!"

"Did you do it?"

Seeing that the quarrel between the four girls was about to intensify, Cheng Fan hurriedly interrupted them.

"Everyone, Pindao will get straight to the point. There is something wrong with the food in this restaurant. The store has put excessive additives in the food, so you can't eat it anymore!"

As soon as the words fell, there was an uproar in the hotel!

"Damn it! I just finished eating a big pot, and I'm about to pay the bill! It's broken, do I have to go to the hospital for gastric lavage?"

"Look at this mutton soup, it's white and rich, it seems to be a bit too fragrant."

"The mutton soup I ate at other houses was clear and watery. Just now I praised his family's conscience. I co-authored it with additives!"