The boss served the food very quickly and soon the table was full of dishes. Ye Feng and Lu Qingqing did not consume a lot of physical energy like Zhao Dongqiang and the others. When they smelled the fragrant aroma of the food, they also felt hungry.
Enjoying delicious food and wine is one of the greatest happiness in life.
Most of the dishes at Tiantianle food stall are fresh river seafood, which is fresh and delicious. No wonder the business is so good.
Ye Feng looked at the dozen or so food stalls on the Yu Shui Bridge Square and found that this one had the best business. All the seats were full, and people came over every now and then to ask if there were any empty tables. Some people even stood nearby waiting instead of going to other stalls.
Also in Yu Shui Bridge Square, there is a food stall. Although it is decorated with lights and colorful decorations, the tables and chairs are clean and tidy, and the lights are shining, there are not many customers. The empty scene is in sharp contrast to the bustling scene here.
After having a full meal and a few drinks, Ye Feng left his seat to smoke a cigarette, using the excuse of going to the restroom. While enjoying the night breeze by the river, he suddenly heard the sound of chanting.
Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw three monks in yellow robes on the Yu Shui Bridge, sprinkling some white paper money into the surging river and chanting something.
Behind them, there were two middle-aged couples with sad faces. The middle-aged woman kept shaking her shoulders and crying. She was obviously very sad.
Ye Feng had excellent eyesight and saw a word "Xuan" embroidered on the chest of the three monks' robes.
He turned out to be a monk from Xuankong Temple. He chanted the scriptures with a powerful voice, a calm face, and was composed and at ease, which was very different from others.
It seems that they are here to pray for the souls of the dead. With such a large river, it is inevitable that some people will fall into the water and die tragically. The monks of Xuankong Temple pray for the souls of the dead, which can be regarded as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.
Zhao Dongqiang also came over, took out a pack of hard Zhonghua cigarettes with a smile and forced it on Ye Feng.
"Master, seeing that you haven't returned to your seat for such a long time, I know you are smoking here. I have a pack of good cigarettes here, Master, you can have a smoke."
Ye Feng pushed Zhao Dongqiang's hand away: "I have a lot of good cigarettes here, you can keep them for yourself."
Zhao Dongqiang stuffed another one in his hand: "Hey, Master, as your disciple, I want to give you a pack of cigarettes as a gift. Please accept it. If you don't accept it, you are being disrespectful."
Ye Feng put the cigarette into his pocket and said with a smile: "Your face is really not worth this pack of cigarettes."
He also saw the monks performing a ritual: "A monk has arrived. Alas, three days ago, a ten-year-old boy fell into the river nearby. He was later rescued, but he has become a vegetable. How pitiful."
Ye Feng said calmly: "Life and death are determined by fate, wealth and honor are determined by heaven, life and death, **, there is no need to take it too seriously."
Zhao Dongqiang was a little puzzled and said, "Five people have fallen into the water recently, and four of them died. Only this child is still alive, but he is in a vegetative state. I don't know when he will wake up."
"Oh, five in a row?"
A question flashed through Ye Feng's mind. It was not surprising if one or two people fell into the water, but five people in a row did so, which made people feel suspicious.
At this time, Ah Song's voice came: "Master, Ah Qiang, come back quickly, Ah Qiang, are you afraid of drinking with me and ran away to hide?"
Provoked by Asong, Aqiang urged: "Master, let's go back and have two more drinks. Asong is almost drunk. Haha, he insists that he can drink more than me. I'll let him drink two glasses."
Ye Feng was about to return to his seat when he suddenly heard the guest at the next table drop his chopsticks, fall to the ground, and groan in pain.
Seeing someone lying under the table, Ye Feng thought at first that this person was drunk, but when he saw him rolling on the ground holding his stomach with big beads of sweat on his forehead, he realized that this person was sick.
Strangely enough, when this man fell to the ground and groaned in pain, people at other tables also showed the same symptoms. Every day, there were guests at more than a dozen tables holding their stomachs and groaning in pain.
It looks very much like the symptoms of acute enteritis and acute appendicitis.
If it's just one guest, maybe he has a weak constitution and is sick, but if there are more than a dozen guests at more than ten tables falling ill, it's easy to think it's food poisoning.
The boss was immediately panicked. The dishes of the day were all very fresh, the chefs had been working for him for several years, and the kitchen fully met the hygiene standards. How could so many people get food poisoning? The money he earned would not be enough to pay it back.
Some people poured hot water, some people called the emergency number, and suddenly Tiantianle Restaurant was in chaos. The people around were talking about it, most of them making random guesses.
"Boss, do you use gutter oil at home?"
"How is that possible? They are all salad oils bought from supermarkets, from regular manufacturers, and they are non-GMO oils."
“Has the fresh food from the river gone bad?”
"Oh, these are all fish and shrimp caught that day. Not a single one is dead."
"Impossible. So many people got food poisoning. You are responsible."
"Boss, if anything happens to our friend, I will smash your store."
The boss couldn't defend himself and burst into tears: "My ingredients are the freshest and best every day, and I respect every customer's opinion. What a sin I have committed, God is punishing me. I borrowed one million to rent this store, and now I'm going to lose all my money."
Seeing his boss crying pitifully, Ye Feng felt a little sympathy.
For a while, Tiantianle Restaurant was in an uproar. The customers were making a lot of noise and accusing the boss of deceiving customers and using something bad that caused so many people to get food poisoning.
Ye Feng and his friends had almost finished drinking, and when they heard that someone had food poisoning, they didn't dare to eat anymore. Asong had drunk a little too much, so he didn't care. Other people's food poisoning had nothing to do with him, so he continued to pick up food and eat.
"A Song, someone has food poisoning, and you dare to eat it."
"What are you afraid of? It's not like I have food poisoning. Come on, ignore them and drink ours."
A doctor is like a caring person. So many people are suffering from food poisoning and are in pain. Ye Feng plans to help.
One customer even rolled his eyes and was nearly unconscious. His relatives and friends frantically pinched his Ren Zhong point, but the effect was not very obvious.
Ye Feng hurried over: "I'm a doctor, let me do it."
When they heard that Ye Feng was a doctor, they bowed to him as if they had seen a bodhisattva who could save the suffering and the distressed. “Doctor, please be kind and save him.”
"Be quiet, let me take a closer look."
Looking at the symptoms of these people, he also thought it was food poisoning. He swept his divine eyes over the abdomen of a patient, but found that there was no black gas in the patient's abdomen.
He was stunned. From the time his divine eye of destiny was first opened until now, he had never made a mistake. Now there was a situation where his divine eye of destiny was not working. Could it be that his divine eye of destiny was not working today
Impossible! These people were sweating profusely from the pain. They were definitely not pretending.