yasinovel Chapter 107 Provocation 3 More
Chapter 107 Provocation 3 More
This was an angry rebuke, and it was Grandpa Liu who uttered it first.
Next up are Grandpa Xu and Grandpa Zhang, two veteran customers who have supported Chen Yuan since he started.
Grandpa Xu stepped forward, pointed at Wang Qiang, and said.
"Are you here to eat or not? If not, get out! What gutter oil? Do you think I don't know what kind of oil they use?"
Grandpa Zhang also squeezed out of the crowd and spoke up.
"Exactly! We saw clearly this morning what kind of oil he used to fry it. Do you really need to slander us like this?"
Seeing this, Wang Qiang was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he became even more excited.
Very good!
This is ready-made traffic!
He pointed the camera at the angry crowd around him and shouted.
"Family members, did you see that? They're trying to attack me! Everyone, record this. If anything happens to me today, it'll be their doing!"
The number of viewers for live streaming is steadily increasing.
Some people sent virtual gifts, while others stirred up trouble.
[This is too domineering! Brother Qiang, be careful!]
[Don't be afraid, Qiang! We've got your back!]
[Brother Qiang, please be careful! You absolutely must be careful!]
Chen Yuan's voice was unexpectedly firm, and his tone left no room for doubt.
"This is the kitchen, not for staff. You absolutely cannot go in; it's a food safety regulation. If you want to see it, you can only stand at the entrance. Going inside is absolutely impossible!"
Wang Qiang's voice rose a few decibels, filled with the excitement of having found a weakness.
"Did you hear that, family members? He even brought up the Food Safety Law. Let me tell you, he's just guilty!"
"If the kitchen is spotless and has no problems, why are you afraid of me seeing it?"
[Exactly, I don't dare watch it, there must be something wrong with it!]
[Brother Qiang is awesome! He hit the nail on the head. No wonder he's been in the restaurant business for over a decade.]
[This is confirmed to be a shady business; it was all thanks to unscrupulous internet celebrities like "Sweetie Sister" who promoted it.]
[Strongly resist!]
Chen Yuan's eyes turned cold: "You can call the police and let the relevant departments investigate, but you yourself are not qualified to go in."
"Fine, you won't let me in, huh?" Wang Qiang withdrew his hand and sneered.
His purpose was never to go into the kitchen. As Chen Yuan said, the kitchen is a restricted area and no unauthorized personnel are allowed in. He had been working in the restaurant kitchen for more than ten years and he understood this principle very well.
All he wants to do is stir up the audience's emotions and get them to send gifts.
"Fine, then I'll line up and buy! I want to see if your stuff can stand up to scrutiny. I'll stand here in line and see what you can do to me!"
After saying that, Wang Qiang swaggered back to the group.
Next, while waiting in line, Wang Qiang kept talking to the camera, occasionally making sarcastic remarks about the elderly people around him, saying they were professional actors.
Because Wang Qiang was holding up a camera, those around him were unwilling to have a conflict and could only choose to swallow their anger.
It's almost eight o'clock.
It was finally Wang Qiang's turn.
The queue was a little shorter, but only slightly; the queues behind it were still quite long.
Wang Qiang approached Chen Yuan and said to him.
"Give me two of everything in your shop, I want to really enjoy them."
Aunt Li looked at Chen Yuan with concern, and Chen Yuan said softly.
"Give it to him."
Aunt Li moved swiftly, picking up steamed buns, serving porridge, and packing fried dough sticks, each movement clean and efficient.
After Wang Qiang scanned the QR code to pay, he deliberately spoke loudly.
"Boss, are you ready for my inspection?"
Chen Yuan tilted his head away, too lazy to pay him any attention.
Wang Qiang and his three assistants carried their belongings to an empty table and sat down.
I set up the tripod, adjusted the lens, and also installed a lighting fixture and a reflector.
Wang Qiang picked up a steamed bun with fresh meat, broke it open forcefully, and showed it to the camera.
"Come on, family members, Brother Qiang is exposing the fakes! The truth will be revealed immediately!"
"Whether this steamed bun is divine or garbage, we'll find out after we taste it!"
Wang Qiang was jumping around like a monkey in the morning, all for this very moment.
He had already planned out what kind of disgusting expression he would make later.
He opened his mouth wide and took a big bite, immediately preparing to spit it out and criticize.
however.
Just as his teeth bit through the dough and the meat juices burst in his mouth, Wang Qiang's expression froze.
His mind went blank.
The carefully prepared critical words seemed to have been washed away by some rich and fragrant meat juice.
The rich and savory meat juices flowed slowly down the tip of the tongue and down the throat.
The aroma of wheat from the dough blends perfectly with the savory flavor of the meat filling, creating layers of flavor on the tongue. The taste is so delicious and so pure.
As a professional chef, Wang Qiang could easily tell that there were no additives in the food, only the purest flavor of the ingredients themselves.
Seeing that Wang Qiang remained silent and stared blankly, the live stream chat exploded with comments.
Why isn't Brother Qiang saying anything?
[Is it stuck?]
[Brother Qiang, say something! I'm so anxious!]
[Was it so bad you couldn't even speak?]
Wang Qiang only realized what was happening after his assistant reminded him. He quickly swallowed the meat bun in his mouth and then picked up a chive and egg bun and a custard bun.
It's a ghost!
Why are all the buns so delicious?
Wang Qiang ignored the comments.
His movements were somewhat hurried, and his breathing was also a little unsteady.
Unwilling to give up, he immediately reached out, grabbed a fried dough stick, broke it in half, and stuffed it into his mouth.
A "click" sound.
The crisp sound was transmitted into the live broadcast room through the microphone.
These fried dough sticks are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fragrant but not greasy.
This absolutely cannot smell like gutter oil!
The two flavors of fried cakes entered Wang Qiang's mouth in an instant.
too delicious!
He glanced at the camera, then looked down at the fried dough stick in his hand, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.
This is not what he imagined!
Wang Qiang tried to find fault, but his voice sounded weak.
"This oil...this oil..."
"I have a feeling this oil has been used repeatedly..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself twice.
This oil must be reused repeatedly; you can't possibly change the oil every time you fry a dough stick.
Wang Qiang took a deep breath in utter frustration, picked up a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of calming millet porridge.
It's just a bowl of millet porridge.
It is the least impressive thing, and also the easiest thing to find fault with.
But he was disappointed.
As the porridge entered my mouth, the warm rice oil slid down my throat, bringing a warm sensation.
As it entered his stomach, he felt a sense of relief emanating from within, which unconsciously relaxed his previously tense shoulders.
The spoon hovered in mid-air. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.
He had never eaten anything like this before, let alone made it.
The words I had initially imagined, such as "unpalatable," "technologically advanced and grueling," and "false advertising," seemed so powerless and pale in the face of these truly delicious noodles.
The urging voices in the live stream room grew louder.
[Holy crap! Qiang-ge, why aren't you saying anything?]
[Brother Qiang, say something! Is it delicious or not?]
Could it be that I've actually been proven wrong?
[Did Brother Qiang's plan backfire?]