Give one hundred million to answer the question

Chapter 183 Not alone at all
"Are you sure you made the fried rice earlier?" The man didn't even use the honorific title, and just called him 'you'.

He also tasted the fried rice before, and it tasted really good, something he had never tasted before.

Originally, he thought that the freshly fried one would taste better.

But as soon as the rice was put into his mouth, he noticed something was wrong.

The gap between these two fried rice is too big, it doesn't taste like it was made by one person.

If the last serving of fried rice was rare in the world, then this one is just ordinary, not even mediocre.

So the man doubted without hesitation that these two fried rice were not made by one person at all.

A chef is like a painter. Every chef has his own style of cooking, just like a painter has his own best style of painting.

Even if the performance is abnormal, the paintings will not lose their own style.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, and Wang Long stood there awkwardly, not knowing how to answer this question.

Seeing this, Changsun Gong quickly smoothed things over and said, "Well, maybe he made some mistakes in performance. After all, he is really busy at work today, and it is inevitable to perform abnormally."

The man shook his head, pointed to the plate of fried rice in front of him, and said with a bad face: "Although I am not a professional chef, I can still taste how well a dish is made. These two plates of Yangzhou fried rice are not at all delicious. Not a level thing!"

The more the man talked, the more excited he became. This fried rice was a hope he saw with great difficulty, so he was naturally looking forward to it.

The higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

How surprised I was just now, how disappointed I am now.

"I offered 100 million, not for you to make this kind of thing for me!" The man slammed his fist on the table, causing the dishes to jump up, and he calmed down after a while, waving his hands, " Sorry, I lost my temper."

Seeing the man's reaction, the woman took a sip of the fried rice with a puzzled face, and her face darkened immediately: "What is this?"

Changsun Gong also looked puzzled, glanced at Wang Long, and asked him what was going on.

Wang Long scratched his head, expressing that he didn't know what was going on.

The initial ecstasy has been diluted by the reaction of the two, and there are ten thousand reasons in my heart.

This is obviously his fried rice, how can it taste different?

Seeing Wang Long's bewildered expression, Changsun Gong secretly cursed something unbelievable, and then explained to the two: "Our restaurant has always pursued the perfect taste of food, and there will never be a situation where two dishes are not of the same standard."

"Really? Then you can try it for yourself." The man's face was as dark as water, and he didn't continue to get angry, but this gloomy attitude made people panic, and a long-standing high-ranking voice came out with the man's words, The flow of air seemed to slow down.

Hearing this, Changsun Gong hesitated for a moment, then picked up a new spoon: "I'll give it a try."

He walked to the table, stretched out his spoon, took a spoonful from each plate and put it into his mouth.

The moment of the entrance, Changsun Gong's expression suddenly changed.

Originally, he thought that after he ate it, the chef might have made a mistake or had a problem with the choice of ingredients, so there was a difference in taste.

But the difference between these two fried rice dishes is really too big!

Although he is not a professional chef, he has never eaten pork, but he has seen pigs running, right?

Even if he doesn't know how to cook, he can always taste the taste.

Even he couldn't convince himself that this is fried rice made by the same person!

"It seems to be... something like that." Changsun Gong put down the spoon, awkwardly not knowing what to say.

Seeing Changsun Gong's entanglement, the man raised his eyes and said calmly: "You should be able to tell that the level of these two fried rice dishes is not at the same level. What I want is a chef who cooks the first fried rice dish, and It's not that you just find a third-rate chef to fool me!"

A third-rate chef.

This word was like a knife piercing Wang Long's heart, deeply hurting his heart.

Today is already the second person to describe him in this way!

Although the first takeaway boy didn't say it clearly, his strong strength all showed that he was at the level of a third-rate chef in front of him—wait a minute, takeaway boy? !
Wang Long's breath suddenly became stagnant. Did the takeaway guy cook Yangzhou fried rice?
Could it be that what this customer ate before was the one made by the delivery boy? !

Changsun Gong noticed the change in Wang Long's face, and his heart tightened suddenly.

Is it possible that it was hit by the customer?
He really didn't make this fried rice in the first place? !
"I'm sorry, I'm going to find out now, and I will definitely give you a reasonable explanation." Changsun Gong explained to the customer with a smile on his face.

The man nodded solemnly: "Okay, I'll wait for you here."

Changsun Gong turned around with a smile, his face suddenly collapsed when he looked at Wang Long, and he growled, "Come with me!"

The two walked to the corner of the corridor, Changsun Gong asked a little annoyed: "What's going on? You didn't make that fried rice?"

Wang Long's face was flushed red, and he couldn't hold back his fart for a long time.

Changsun Gongchang sighed: "Let me tell you, this guest's identity is unusual. I saw his business card just now. Do you know who he is?"

"Who?" Wang Long had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"President of the Medical Association of Modu!" Changsun Gong said in a deep voice.

The Modu Medical Association, the full name of the Modu Physician and Pharmacological Exchange Association, the top doctors in the entire Modu, and the top pharmaceuticals in the industry all flow out of this exchange association.

Life and death are not just words.

As the president, although he is not good at medical skills, he definitely knows a lot of top doctors, and even those diseases that doctors can't cure are cured by a fried rice.

It is conceivable how much the chairman will value this fried rice now!
"If you can't explain why today, then don't do it!" Changsun Gong was a little annoyed, too many things happened today, even with his good temper, he felt upset.

Wang Long was shocked when he heard this.

He understands how important the identity of the president of the Medical Association is.

It is impossible for a person to not get sick in his life. If he gets sick, he needs to see a doctor and prescribe medicine, so almost everyone has to rely on the hospital.

The Medical Association is the backbone behind the hospital.

If no one can be found today, and the president is offended, there are a lot of people who want to let the president out.

At that time, he, Wang Long, will not have a good life...

"I said, it was made by a delivery boy." Wang Long finally dismissed other thoughts and bowed his head.

(End of this chapter)