The descendants of Tie Xian are in the city Chapter 010 It’s better to ask for others than to ask for yourself (Additional update 3 for the leader’s pocket)
Chapter 010 It’s better to ask for others than to ask for yourself (Additional update 3 for the leader’s pocket)
Another test, I should have known a long time ago that this elixir is not so easy to get, and cooking skills are not so easy to learn.
Gu Zhengshu has some understanding of what this weapon spirit is like. It is not that easy to get benefits from it. A test to open the ancient space made him exhausted. If he had known in advance that there would be a test to receive additional rewards,
He would definitely not agree to this extra reward.
The test cannot be refused, which means that Gu Zheng is not given the right to choose at all. The only thing that makes Gu Zheng a little relieved is that he does not have to worry about his life this time, but what is the punishment of a hundred lashes? Beat yourself with a whip?
"Flogging is the basic punishment since ancient times. Use fairy strips to spank your butt. You can try it first!"
"no!"
Gu Zheng suddenly screamed. He had a bad feeling when Qi Ling said he wanted to try. Unfortunately, before he could say "Don't try", he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his buttocks, like dozens of blades at the same time.
It's like cutting his butt off.
Gu Zheng was so painful that his body bent over, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"You, bastard!"
Gu Zheng couldn't help but cursed in his heart. It felt really sour and refreshing. He was cutting meat with not just one knife, but dozens of knives at the same time.
Think about it, how does it feel to use a knife to cut dozens of knives on your body at once, not to mention that this kind of punishment is a hundred times. It is hard to imagine what he will look like after a hundred lashes. Gu Zheng has a feeling that after being punished by one,
A hundred lashes, it would be better to die.
No matter how Gu Zheng scolded him, Qi Ling didn't respond. He could only walk back to the room and lay there to rest for a while. His buttocks were still burning and he didn't dare to lie down or sit down.
While lying on his stomach, Gu Zheng began to think about this test.
Fifteen days is not a long time, which Gu Zheng can accept. He doesn't like to stay in one place for too long, nor does he like to do one job for too long, otherwise he wouldn't choose the job of a food critic. He cooks
Although his skills are not as good as those of his father, under his influence, he still has no problem if he wants to be a chef in an ordinary restaurant.
The income of a chef is much higher than that of writing food reviews. Because the chef is too fixed and the food reviews are free, he finally chose to be a food critic.
Fifteen days is still acceptable, but how can he find this place? Is it possible to set up a pot on the street and sell fried eggs directly? Not to mention whether others will buy it, I am afraid that the urban management uncle will become his most loyal customer.
, chasing him every day.
If you can't sell it on the street, how about opening a store? It's even less reliable.
Is there any store that only sells omelettes? Not to mention that Gu Zheng doesn't know how to open a store. He doesn't like to be restrained. Besides, he doesn't have the capital to open a store at the moment.
When he thought about money, Gu Zheng's eyelids twitched again.
In order to complete the test before, he spent a lot of money. Honey, sorghum rice and wild ginseng didn't cost him much. After all, they were all at home. The other items cost him more than 5,000 yuan. Fortunately, he still had a box of water left.
There is also a lot of sesame oil left.
Even so, the cost of that meal would be over 5,000 yuan. For Gu Zheng, who only had an income of 5,000 to 6,000 yuan a month, this was a considerable expense.
I don’t know how much money will be needed to make the next omelette. The ingredients are limited to second-class ingredients, which means that everything used cannot use inferior ingredients, including water. When I think of washing the dishes, I have to use his ten
A bottle of imported mineral water cost eight yuan, and Gu Zheng couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.
The water source is available and the oil is ready. Omelette with sesame oil is better, but where can I find the raw materials for the eggs?
Not to mention other eggs, just use the most commonly used eggs. But according to the rating of Tiexian ingredients, these eggs must be eggs laid by pollution-free chickens. Not to mention the price, such eggs are difficult to find.
Tie Xian's standards are so strict that even a little bit of feed for the hens will directly affect the quality of the eggs.
Gu Zheng remembers that black-bone chicken. Firstly, it grew up in the mountains. Secondly, it also ate inferior ingredients, and finally got an inferior rating.
Thinking of this, Gu Zheng cursed the weapon spirit again. If the weapon spirit wasn't invisible and intangible, he would have thought of beating it. The prerequisite was that he could defeat the weapon spirit.
After scolding for more than half an hour, Gu Zheng struggled to get up. Although he scolded harshly, he did not dare to ignore this test. In order to let him understand the consequences of punishment, Qi Ling had already asked him to try something.
It's called whipping, and he definitely doesn't want to feel like this again.
Gu Zheng took out his mobile phone and started to make a call: "Mr. Wang, this is Gu Zheng, yes. I wrote an article for you last time. I want to ask you something, hello..."
He called the manager of an ecological villa. The villa was mainly about original ecology, green and pollution-free. The food was grown and raised by himself. He once invited Gu Zheng to review it and even gave Gu Zheng a red envelope.
Gu Zheng did not ask for the red envelope, but the food was actually reviewed. The ingredients were acceptable, but the cooking skills were average, and the evaluation was average. Such evaluation is worse for the ecological villa, and naturally it does not look good on Gu Zheng.
"Boss Gao, I am Gu Zheng, which Gu Zheng? I wrote an article for you last time..."
Not fifteen seconds after the second call, the other party hung up the phone again. This was the chef of a big hotel. Big hotels had more purchasing channels. He wanted to ask, but after the other party knew his identity, he hung up the phone directly.
Gu Zheng was a little confused. This boss Gao didn't seem to have offended him, and he seemed to have written good things about them. Why did he hang up the phone like that?
Little did he know that the review he made at the beginning was good and the food was good, but at the end he added that one dish was not as good as it was. As the saying goes, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts. It is the same as a chef, because of that sentence
People are so jealous of him now, how could they still be nagging him when they heard it was him.
"Mr. Zhu..."
"Old Zhao..."
"Captain Guo..."
I made several calls in a row, but only one had a better tone, but also told him that he didn't know, and another asked him if he was unemployed and looking for a job.
"Am I so popular? It shouldn't be!"
Holding his cell phone, Gu Zheng looked puzzled. He usually did not accept red envelopes from others, but only wrote comments that he believed in. Although the fee was less, he had a clear conscience. Unfortunately, he did not know that it was precisely because of these pertinent comments that he did not let anyone know.
Those businesses who want to be praised are satisfied, but he has offended many people.
But for magazines and websites, food reviews cannot just be good, they must be a little different. Guzheng’s reviews happen to be just that different. They are fair and impartial, and people will not think that they have been bribed. Therefore, Guzheng
Only when you compete for articles can you publish them from time to time.
"La La, I am a spinach, Cai Cai Cai..."
Gu Zheng's cell phone suddenly rang. He had used this ringtone for several years. Wang Tao and the others said that Gu Zheng was indeed a true foodie, and his cell phone ringtones were all delicious.
Quickly picking up the phone, Gu Zheng's face immediately showed a trace of disappointment. He thought the person who called before had some news to reply to him, but he didn't expect it was his old classmate, Hu Yueyue.
"Gu Caizi, have you been busy lately?"
Hu Yueyue was a classmate of Gu Zheng's at university. She was a female man who was usually crazy. After graduating from college, Gu Zheng contacted very few classmates. He was a bit introverted and didn't like to take the initiative to contact others. Only Hu Yueyue liked to call him when something was fine.
"It's okay, what's the matter?" Gu Zheng replied weakly.
"What's wrong with the great ancient talent and gourmet today? He's so lethargic. Could it be that he overworked himself in the afternoon?" Hu Yueyue first made a joke in a weird voice, and then continued: "Of course I'm asking you where the food is delicious.
, by the way, I want to inform you that this class reunion is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. You promised me last time that you will come this time!"
The class reunions Hu Yueyue was talking about were some of their regular contacts with their college classmates who stayed in the city after graduation. The number was small, only ten or twenty people. Hu Yueyue and the others often organized gatherings, and every time they would ask Gu Zheng which hotel was the best.
Eat and then stay there.
Gu Zheng had participated in it several times before, but gradually lost interest. The last time Hu Yueyue invited him, he didn't go, but in order to avoid Hu Yueyue getting entangled, he said he would definitely go next time, as if he really couldn't avoid it this time.
“Wangyuelou Bar on Qinchuan Road, the honey chicken there is pretty good!”
Gu Zheng thought for a moment and then agreed. He had just eaten honey chicken and didn't eat enough. Although he knew that other people's chicken was definitely not as delicious as his own, when he mentioned the food, he immediately thought of the honey chicken just now, which made him think of it.
He recommended a restaurant with the specialty honey chicken.
"Okay, Wangyue Tower, see you at six o'clock the day after tomorrow!"
Hu Yueyue quickly hung up the phone. This call somewhat diluted some of Gu Zheng's bad mood. It is better to ask for help than to ask for help. If others are not willing to help, he will go find it himself.
