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

Hearing Dawei's words, everyone at the scene looked at the restaurant owner in surprise.

Just now the Taoist priest only mentioned the excessive amount of additives, why is there sand, gravel and soil?

The guests who had just finished eating here suddenly felt a chill.

"It's wrong! The small business depends on everyone's support, how could it be possible to do such a move! Doing so will kill off children and grandchildren!"

Cheng Fan said indifferently: "You are clear about whether you do it or not. It is still too late to confess and surrender yourself."

How dare the hotel owner admit it?He immediately denied Cheng Fan's words.

"My store uses the best raw materials immediately, and the fragrant mutton soup has been boiled since last night. It's all because someone is hurting me!"

The people from the Market Supervision Bureau glanced at him, and then said to Cheng Fan:

"Daozhang Daoxuan, there is no basis for empty words. Since you reported him, there should be evidence, right?"

"Yes! You have to show evidence!"

The restaurant owner immediately agreed.

Cheng Fan shook his head, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

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"Evidence? Evidence is the pot of soup beside you. If you feel innocent, please drink it up."

The restaurant owner glanced at the pot of soup he personally brought, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

It was filled with mud that he personally dunked from the soles of his feet. He couldn't understand how dirty it was. Just thinking about it made him feel nauseous!

"If I finish this pot of soup, it proves that there is nothing wrong with my restaurant, how about it?"

The owner of the restaurant was so heartbroken that he went all out!

Didn't it just drop a piece of mud?No one can drink it to death!

"Then you have to finish drinking it first... A friendly reminder, overdose of additives will kill you."

The man with gold spectacles suddenly interrupted.

The restaurant owner gave him a look of disbelief.

Hasn't this guy been helping himself to speak?

Why did you suddenly change your mind? !

"What? You dare not drink?"

There was a smirk on the corner of the mouth of the golden glasses, he was sure that there must be something wrong with the boss.

Seeing the hesitation on the boss's face, other guests also started booing.

"Drink! Why don't you drink?"

"Could it be that there are too many additives in it? You dare not drink it yourself?"

"Not only additives, but also mud."

"Hey, is such a disgusting thing really drinkable?"

The owner of the restaurant picked up the iron pot and said with a heavy body:

"Drink... isn't it just a pot of soup? To prove that the restaurant is okay, I just drink it."

Gudong - Gudong -

A small half pot of yellow soup went into the belly.

"Ha! No problem! Delicious!"

The restaurant owner suppressed the feeling of nausea and nausea, and forced a smile on his face.

"Now you can prove that the things in my store are all right? Hiccup~~~"

A smile appeared on the corner of Cheng Fan's mouth, Xu Huan and Xiao Nannan were also holding back their laughter.

"Hee hee! Uncle, your expression and your words don't seem to match well~~!"

The little milkman said in a childish voice.

Others also started talking in low voices.

"Would it be like this if you drink well? Why does it look like you're constipated?"

"Yeah, I also find it a bit strange. This soup looks like miso, and it looks like curry. I don't know what kind of soup it is."

"Let's see what other evidence there is. This evidence alone doesn't seem to be enough."

The restaurant owner hung his neck and said to Cheng Fan, "What else do you have to say now?"

Cheng Fan smiled faintly, and was about to speak, when the man with gold rim glasses grabbed the conversation again:

"Everyone! I'm here to crack down on counterfeiting! The Taoist priest is right, this store is indeed tricky!"

Many people were shocked when they heard the man's words.

Well, you thick-browed, four-eyed boy, just now you told us to trust the boss, yet you surrendered to the enemy without saying a word!

Everyone pricked up their ears one after another, wanting to hear how he cracked down on counterfeiting.

Xu Huan felt a little troublesome, and wanted to hand over the phone to Dawei, but was stopped by Cheng Fan, who also wanted to hear what this guy thought.

"Boss, let me ask you first, what kind of soup is this pot?"

The restaurant owner said with a dark face: "Sesame curry soup."

"Oh? But as far as I know, ordinary sesame paste on the market can't make such a pure color?"

"That's because I use the best ingredients."

The man with gold spectacles walked to the pot of soup, poked it twice with an iron spoon, and picked out a piece of soil that hadn't completely melted.

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "In that case, why don't you come and taste the curry that hasn't melted for 10 minutes and show us?"

The restaurant owner's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, but his fists were already clenched, and he lowered his head not to look at the man, for fear that he would show his murderous eyes.

Chapter 409 Eating mud, a professional faker

"I'm really sorry, someone misplaced this curry in the freezer, it was our mistake."

As he said that, the boss looked directly at the man with gold-rimmed glasses, picked up the lump of mud with his fingers, and slowly put it in his mouth to chew.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out another finger and provocatively said:

"Very good curry, would you like to try it?"

The man with gold spectacles glanced at the restaurant owner, then his eyes fell on the man in the back kitchen beside him.

Yin Yang said strangely: "Is the person next to you the chef in charge of the back kitchen?"

The man didn't expect the man to call him, so he couldn't help feeling a little flustered, and tremblingly said:

"I, I'm just a cutie, not a cook."

How dare he lie under the watchful eyes of everyone?

He still has a B number for his own level, and if he asks if the chef is knowledgeable, he will reveal his secrets.

"Cut dun? Then what are you doing here from the back kitchen when you have nothing to do? If there is a dispute, it should be the one who comes here, right?"

"You came here out of nowhere, I'm afraid you're passing some news to him!"

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses said with a half-smile.

The boss was breathless when he heard the words, did this guy see it?

The man trembled even more violently, his eyeballs rolled, and he was quick to think.

"The person in charge of the spoon... the person in charge of the spoon suddenly fell ill. Something happened to the restaurant, and the boss couldn't leave. But the illness of the person in charge of the spoon couldn't be delayed, so I asked the dishwasher to take him home first. No, I'll come and report to the boss this matter."

"Yes! That's right! He just came to tell me about this matter. The owner of the spoon fell ill and couldn't open the store!"

The boss put on a show and sighed.

Seeing this, Cheng Fan, the man with gold-rimmed glasses, spread his hands, indicating that he had done his best.

This boss is ruthless enough, the rest depends on whether you have any other evidence.

The restaurant owner suppressed the bitterness and swallowed the mud in his mouth.

This time I really smashed my teeth and swallowed it in my stomach. If I knew it, I wouldn't need mud.

The boss thought bitterly.

But the most difficult situation is over, I see what else you can do to mess with me!

So he glanced at Cheng Fan provocatively, and said confidently:

"My restaurant absolutely does not have any non-compliant additives, let alone throw mud into the pot. Comrades from the Supervision Bureau please check casually!"

Hearing this, Dawei, Xiaoxia and the people from the Supervision Bureau immediately looked at Cheng Fan.

The diners in the restaurant and the melon-eating crowd watching the excitement outside also all looked at Cheng Fan.

"Is there any other way? If not, the Taoist priest may be in trouble."

"Are you stupid? How could the Daoist tell lies? His words are authoritative, but we still need to find evidence to verify it."

"Curry should be thawed even if it's frozen? Why do I think there's a problem?"

"Hey, if it's really mud, it's too pretty! I'm impressed with this boss!"

Everyone talked a lot, but in the end they all waited for Cheng Fan to speak.

Looking at the hotel owner with a proud face in front of him, he consciously escaped disaster.

The corners of Cheng Fan's mouth curved slightly, he patted his hands lightly, and said with a faint smile:

"Brilliant show!"

"I didn't expect such a great potential to be stimulated in the desperate situation. It's really a pity not to become an actor."

The restaurant owner snorted coldly:

"Stop pretending to be a fool, I'm not done with you today! I want to sue you for slander! I want you to compensate me for lost wages, reputation damage, mental damage..."

"Hehe, Mingzhen, open the video for everyone to watch."

"Yes, Master!"

Xu Huan nodded vigorously. After watching the farce for so long, it was finally her turn to appear!

"I used a little trick to take pictures of their back kitchen, please take a look!"

As he said that, Xu Huan turned on the online sharing, and everyone could share and view the video on her phone.

"I'll take a spoonful of Sanhua evaporated milk, come! See for yourself, whether it's for nothing..."

"Be sure to add more! The more you add, the more authentic the taste!"

"To be a chef, you have to use everything you can use. Isn't it right to throw mud into it to color it?"

"With these technologies and hard work, even a pig's palm spoon can be used for cooking!"

"..."

For a while, needles could be heard in the restaurant, and the silence was a little scary.

Those who have already eaten, those who have lined up for a long time to eat, and those who are watching outside.

Everyone was silent, all trembling with anger.

Every time a sentence is broadcast, the fear on the restaurant owner's face will deepen.

"No! . . . No! How is that possible?"

"I've clearly checked, the back kitchen can't be photographed!"

"Fake! The video is fake! Trust me!"

"Please don't let it go..."

Feeling countless hatred, loathing, and cold gazes, the hotel owner can no longer speak hard.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses chuckled lightly, and took the opportunity to say: