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 a 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! A foodie who claims 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 badly, 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 their desire.
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 badly, I would definitely not believe it. But since it was the host Fang Zheng who said it, I believe it! No! Wait!"
Several tourists who followed him also seemed to trust Song Ergou. Song Ergou said no, and they gave up. I just looked at the dozen or so people who went 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 smart enough to temporarily empty a large hot water bottle. Fill it directly with a water bottle. Although it may not be the most filling, it can keep the temperature 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 rich aroma wafted out. Mr. Gu took a deep breath, feeling refreshed all over his body, as if all his taste buds began to protest at this moment, wanting 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 well-cooked. This year's porridge is better, but it's better than last year's. Bad? I think this is a brand new way of dividing porridge by the Master! Otherwise, if we just order porridge, how can we share it with 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 cast 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." A tourist 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. On the contrary, the villagers of Yizhi Village have been standing there steadily. Their thoughts were the same as Song Ergou's, and they believed in Fang Zheng's words!
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 to 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. When there is porridge on the mountain, you don't drink it. What are you doing?" 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?"
"Hmph!" Chen Jin snorted coldly and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Others swallowed secretly. Regardless of whether the porridge was cooked badly or not, the taste was really exciting! Everyone wanted to rush up and get a bowl back to drink. But in the end, they still took a look at the Ichiji Temple and held back.
When Chen Qiang saw this, he curled his lips. He didn't understand why these people were so stupid! Instead of drinking the delicious food you saw with your own eyes, and not grasping the beauty in front of you, you just believe a word without any guarantee!
Although Founder is amazing, Chen Qiang has always felt that one should be realistic in life, and the benefits gained are real benefits! The rest is just a fantasy. Similarly, Mr. Gu also thinks the same way. As a businessman, he pays more attention to what he actually gets. Especially when the thing is obviously very good, he will not miss the opportunity! In addition, he also had a bold idea, even if the porridge was cooked badly, so what? When the good porridge comes out, he can just go and ask for it. If he goes there shamelessly, how can he be equally shameless and refuse to give it to him? Even if you don't give it to him, won't he buy it? Money can make the world go round. Even if the living Buddha cannot be pushed, these villagers can always push one or two, right
The two of them were making small plans, and they were drinking loudly, as if they were afraid that others wouldn't hear. At the same time, take a sip and say, "It tastes great!"
Hearing this, the others turned their heads one by one and said to themselves: "These bastards are too beasts! What do you mean by drinking your food and being greedy for us? Damn, you have no character... Well, this porridge is so delicious... "
Seeing a group of people swallowing their saliva because of his greed, Mr. Gu and Chen Qiang subconsciously looked at each other, and then laughed at the same time. It was clear that both guys were up to mischief and had similar personalities.
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, who had absolute trust in him.
Therefore, when Red Boy said that the porridge was cooked badly, he 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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