After hearing Mr. Park's words, Rita and others looked at the plate half filled with kimchi in their hands, and their faces were all embarrassed.
"well!"
Ye Yixiu took a breath and took Yun Qingqing to leave.
"Haha," Mr. Park laughed and said, "That's right. I'm telling you that you can eat kimchi from the Great Han Kingdom. You shouldn't be too happy about it. You should put it in a jar and take it back with you to cherish it. Now.
"
Mr. Pu stepped forward, picked up the fork from the plate in Ye Yixiu's hand, smelled it first, then pinched his nose and took a bite with a look of disgust——
Purua!
Mr. Pu spat on Ye Yixiu's plate and said, "Is this food also for people to eat?"
Seeing his behavior, Rita and others couldn't help but frown, feeling a little disgusted.
Ye Yixiu glanced at Mr. Park lightly, but didn't say anything.
But Mr. Park was not satisfied.
Because of the previous commotion, a lot of people have gathered around now.
Among them, there are many global media.
This is a good opportunity to embarrass lpl.
Mr. Park didn't want to let it go. He raised his eyebrows and said, "xiu, don't you have anything to say about your Chinese cabbage?"
Ye Yixiu: "Very good."
"Ah?" Mr. Park chuckled lightly, put one hand in his pocket, and pointed to the plate on which the kimchi had just been spat on. "Okay? Did I hear you right? Do you Han people have such a low standard? Hahaha."
As he spoke, Mr. Park shook his head.
The expressions of Rita and others were already a little ugly.
But Ye Yixiu's expression was still calm and he said: "Yes."
"ah?"
Mr. Park and others all looked stunned.
What does it mean to admit it?
Rita: "Cultivation of God?"
Ye Yixiu raised his hand to tell Rita not to worry and said, "You just said in vain that this kimchi is not good. Do you have any evidence?"
Mr. Park: "You don't even eat, isn't it enough?"
Ye Yixiu: "We are not professionals, we are just not used to Han Guo's methods. I must be very knowledgeable, Mr. Park, right?"
Sister Shui Long and others looked at Ye Yixiu in confusion, not knowing what he wanted to do.
Mr. Park also became vigilant.
But he thought for a moment that kimchi was indeed not a high-end food in Han Dynasty.
If you miss them, you will definitely not be able to appreciate them.
I just pulled some random stuff, and they definitely don’t know.
Take this opportunity to belittle lpl again and bring glory to our country!
Thinking of this, Mr. Park stood up slightly and said, "Everyone happens to be here. Let me teach you how to judge the quality of kimchi."
snort!
Xiu, you want everyone to think that what they eat is inferior kimchi, right?
That’s it, young!
Mr. Park said loudly: "We provide two kinds of kimchi, one is produced locally in Han, and the other is produced from Chinese cabbage. I originally thought that Han people would prefer to eat the kimchi from their own country, but it seems that I
Wrong, everyone, look, these two kinds of kimchi... huh?"
Mr. Park's brows raised slightly.
Why doesn't it seem to be any different?
That's right, it's originally a pickled product, so it's hard to tell the difference.
No matter, just talk about it, they won't recognize it anyway.
Mr. Park said calmly: "This kind of kimchi has no toughness. It shatters when you tear it lightly. It is obvious that it is bad."
Anyway, I tore it open myself, so I just controlled the intensity and that was it.
Mr. Park was very proud.
Ye Yixiu: "Oh, this is bad? Are you sure?"
Mr. Park chuckled lightly and said: "Are you questioning me? One of my industries is the production of kimchi. I am professional."
Ye Yixiu nodded and said: "No wonder, the quality of the kimchi in Han is so low that even you won't eat it, let alone us."
Um?
What's the meaning?
Mr. Park's smile faltered slightly.
Immediately, Ye Yixiu completely displayed the label that he had shown Mr. Park before, and then threw it on the plate where Mr. Park had just vomited.
What was written on the label was clearly Han Wen.
Moreover, there is also a Chinese translation - each Chinese cabbage is carefully selected from the country.
Ah this!
It turns out that Ye Yixiu just said that this thing is made from Chinese cabbage, and it was just an act.
Now, Mr. Park's "professional" identification has actually made the kimchi produced in Hanguo inferior.
Mr. Pu's face turned green on the spot, and he pointed at Ye Yixiu and said, "You Xiba tricked me!"
Wow!
What a live cub.
Then you just said that this thing is produced from your own cabbage, and your face didn't change and your heart didn't beat.
Wow!
Mr. Park: “Shameless Han people!!”
Can this be defeated?
Weren't you the one who started the trouble?
Ye Yixiu shrugged and left with Yun Qingqing and the other girls.
For the rest, the media and teams from various countries will make clear arrangements for Mr. Park.
"Are you the supplier?"
A blond white man came over, grabbed Mr. Park by the collar, and said in a low voice: "You serve us with inferior kimchi?"
Mr. Park immediately turned pale with fright.
Even if this white man is just an ordinary reporter.
But in the country of Han, who is not afraid of white people?
Mr. Park: "No, no, no, what you are eating is..."
Wait a minute!
As I said just now, the ones given to lpl are of inferior quality and are made in China.
If we still say that the food we feed them is also Hanguo’s choice, it will cause serious problems!
Axi, Zhuge Xiu!!
Mr. Pu looked back at the direction where Ye Yixiu and others left, eyes wide open.
But the next moment, the white man said again: "I want to ask you something."
Mr. Park: "No, no, no, sir, what I gave you is the Chinese cabbage specially supplied to Han Dynasty. The quality is different. The one you eat is better. I have seen it before, and it is better."
My scalp is numb!
There was no other way, so Mr. Park could only admit on the spot that the kimchi produced with Chinese cabbage was of better quality.
As for the follow-up?
How can I care!
Mr. Park can only live in the moment now.
And in the elevator.
"Haha!" Rita was so excited that she grabbed Ye Yixiu's shoulders and said, "Xiu Shen really has you, and he tricked Boss Huya into giving it away."
Ye Yixiu touched his nose and said, "He wants to deliver spring water himself. What can I do?"
Yun Qingqing blinked and said: "Master, if my guess is correct, then the label is also fake."
Sister Shui Long: "Ah? White wolf with empty gloves? No way?"
The girls couldn't believe it.
But Ye Yixiu scratched his head with an embarrassed look.
Turtle!
Even the labels are fake.
Ye Yixiu: "Where should I go to fix the kimchi label? Isn't this one of their towels? The quality is very poor. As soon as I used it, the label fell off. When I was washing my face, I wanted to put it in my pocket and think about throwing it away, but it turned out
I forgot about it for a while.”
Rita: "No wonder everyone calls you Zhuge Xiu. This is too stupid."
Ah this!
Ye Yixiu touched his nose and said: "It's not that I want to use such a bad towel, it's all arranged by Pu himself."
Hearing this, Yun Qingqing's face became solemn and said: "Master, tell Abu and the others immediately not to eat the food here, or they may do anything."