The other party smiled and said: "Tan Ming, this porridge is so magical as you said, of course I have to come and have a look. I know very well how this porridge is like. I have eaten all the delicacies in the world, but such a fragrant porridge,
I have never tasted such unique porridge. The taste fascinates me, so I must take a sip!"
"Mr. Gu, are you sure?" Tan Ming then remembered that this fat man is a complete foodie! He claims to be a foodie who wants to eat all over the world!
Mr. Gu smiled and said: "Of course! I know what's going on, so please get out of the way first."
Tan Ming smiled bitterly and said: "I just want to tell you that Chairman Fang Zheng never lies or is stingy. When he said the porridge was cooked bad, it must be bad. Otherwise, why do you think others don't want the porridge?"
"You know Fangzheng, but I know food! I believe my taste buds will not lie to me. Okay, little mage, I want it!" Mr. Gu raised his hand high and shouted.
Hearing this, Honghai'er smiled slightly and said, "Who else wants to donate?"
With Mr. Gu taking the lead, some hesitant tourists finally couldn't bear the temptation of the porridge aroma and raised their hands to express that they wanted it.
Someone asked Song Ergou in a low voice: "Boss Song, do we want it?"
Song Ergou shook his head decisively and said: "If someone else told me that the porridge was cooked bad, I would definitely not believe it. But since it was the host Fang Zheng who said it, I believe it! No! Wait!"
The few tourists who followed him seemed to trust Song Ergou. When Song Ergou said no, they also gave up. They just looked at the dozen or so people who came up to receive the porridge with a bit of reluctance and greed.
Mr. Gu didn't bring a basin, or even a bowl, but he was so excited that he temporarily emptied a large hot water bottle and filled it directly with a water bottle. Although it wasn't necessarily the most filled, it could keep things warm.
After making the porridge, Mr. Gu happily took the porridge and stepped aside. As soon as he opened the lid of the pot, a strong fragrance floated out. Mr. Gu took a strong breath and felt refreshed all over his body, as if all his taste buds were
At this moment everyone started to protest and wanted something to eat!
Many people gathered around him at the same time, eagerly looking at the porridge in his pot.
Mr. Gu chuckled and said, "It tastes so good! Is the porridge you drank last year as good as this?"
Everyone shook their heads subconsciously.
Mr. Gu said with great pride: "That's right. This year's porridge tastes even better than last year's. This shows everything! Besides, what's worse is that it's cooked. This year's porridge is better, but it's boiled."
What's wrong? I think this is a brand new way of dividing porridge by the Master! Otherwise, if we just order porridge, how can we divide it among so many people?"
When Mr. Gu said this, many people were tempted. No matter how they thought about it, they all felt that what Mr. Gu said made sense.
Some tourists began to come forward to make porridge, and the tourists around Song Ergou also stole inquiring glances.
Song Ergou was actually a little moved, but he believed in Fang Zheng deeply, so he said: "No matter what others say, I only believe in what Fang Zheng presides over! Living Buddha, you will never lie to us, right?"
"The problem is, it seems that this was not said by Master Fang Zheng himself, but by Master Jingxin himself." Some tourists muttered.
Song Ergou said: "Anyway, I believe them! If you can't help it, you can go make porridge, but after that, don't blame me for not reminding you."
Everyone thought for a while, and finally, a group of people ran over to make porridge with cheers. On the contrary, the villagers of Yizhi Village stood there steadily. Their thoughts were the same as Song Ergou, and they firmly believed in Fang Zheng.
if!
However, there are always exceptions to everything.
For example, Chen Jin's family...
Chen Jin said angrily: "You brat, come back!"
Chen Jin's nephew Chen Qiang didn't listen. He ran towards Honghai'er with the big shot in his hand and said at the same time: "Uncle, it was you who asked me to go up the mountain to drink porridge. What are you doing when there is porridge on the mountain but you don't drink it?"
I think what the brother said makes sense. This porridge must be good porridge. It is a special way of dividing porridge by Founder. This is just like our interviewer interview. There are so few positions and so many applicants. Of course it must be
Use some means."
Facing this disobedient nephew, Chen Jin almost became angry, pointing at Chen Jin and said: "You will regret it later!"
"Forget it, the only thing I regret is that I didn't listen to you and bring a bigger container. This bowl is a bit small..." Chen Qiang said disapprovingly.
Soon, Chen Qiang came back with a big bowl. Smelling the aroma in the bowl, he chuckled and said, "Uncle, do you want some?"
"Humph!" Chen Jin snorted coldly and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Others swallowed secretly. No matter whether the porridge was cooked badly or not, the taste was really exciting! Everyone wanted to rush up and get a bowl of it and drink it.
.But in the end, they still took a look at Yizhi Temple and held back.
When Chen Qiang saw this, he curled his lips. He didn't understand why these people were so stupid! He didn't drink the delicious food he saw with his own eyes, he didn't grasp the beauty in front of him, but he believed a word without any guarantee!
Although Founder is amazing, Chen Qiang has always felt that one should be realistic in life, and the benefits obtained are real benefits! The rest are just a dream. Similarly, Mr. Gu also thinks this way. As a businessman, he is more
Values what he actually gets, especially if it is obviously very good, he will not miss the opportunity! In addition, he also has a bold idea, even if the porridge is cooked badly, so what? Wait for it
When the porridge comes out, he can just go and ask for it. How can he be so shameless and refuse to give it to him? Even if he doesn’t give it to him, won’t he buy it? Money can make all the devils push the wheels, even if they can’t push the Living Buddha.
, these villagers can always push one or two, right?
The two of them were making small calculations, and they were drinking loudly, as if they were afraid that others wouldn't hear. At the same time, they took a sip and praised: "It tastes good!"
Hearing this, the others turned their heads one by one and said to themselves: "These bastards are too beasts! What do you mean when you drink your food and are greedy for us? Damn, you have no character... Well, this porridge is really delicious.
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Seeing a group of people swallowing their saliva due to their greed, Mr. Gu and Chen Qiang subconsciously looked at each other, and then laughed at the same time. It was obvious that the two guys were playing pranks, and they also had similar odors.
Seeing this scene, Xu Xun cursed in a low voice: "These two bastards! The Living Buddha will take care of them."
Ma Yuan said: "They will regret it!"
If we say who trusts Fang Zheng the most, one is Song Ergou, and the other is definitely Ma Yuan. He was brought back from the brink of death by Fang Zheng, and he has absolute trust in Fang Zheng.
Therefore, when Red Boy said that the porridge was cooked badly, he firmly believed it and just waited for the cooked porridge to come out of the pot.
Tan Ming almost means the same thing...
At this moment, there was a noise behind him.
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