Courier Delivery Was Tricked, I Let The Female Anchor Die On The Spot

"KR..."

The moment he saw the words on the lunch box, Tang Renjie frowned tightly, and at the same time, there was a trace of anger in his eyes looking at Qin Luo.

But this anger lasted for two seconds, and then quickly dissipated.

He took a bite of Wang Dahai's fried rice before, and the taste was completely different from Qin Luo's fried rice.

I don't know if others can feel it, but as a chef and senior food lover, he definitely noticed it right away.

For example, it's like a collision between technology and nature, the difference is quite obvious, so it's impossible for Qin Luo to use the same recipe as Zhu Dahai's to cook the rice.

So he asked involuntarily, "What are you?"

Qin Luo shook the lunch box in his hand and said, "Brother Tang, the water friend who watched my live broadcast just now said that you came from the food street just now, and you also tried the fried rice of that Fried Rice King?"

Tang Renjie nodded: "Yes, it was recommended to me by one of my fans, and told me to try it. I originally wanted to do a test somewhere today, but the result...heh."

Tang Renjie sneered, his face full of disdain.

Qin Luo could guess from his tone and reaction that Tang Renjie must have sensed something was wrong after reading Zhu Dahai's fried rice.

After all, he is the head chef of a big hotel, and his knowledge and experience are not comparable to that of ordinary diners, so it is only natural to be aware of it.

So Qin Luo said: "Just now I was still thinking about how to deal with this matter. Now that you are here, it is just right. I will give you this lunch box, and I will hand it over to you later."

As he spoke, he handed out the 20 lunch box in his hand.

Although he now has millions of fans and is a well-known Internet celebrity, it is obviously more convenient for Tang Renjie, a master in the chef field, to handle this matter than him as a courier. suitable.

Tang Renjie took the lunch box subconsciously, and asked after a while, "Take it? How should I deal with it?"

Qin Luo glanced at him suspiciously: "Instinctively report."

"Ah? Report directly?"

"Otherwise? Didn't you find something wrong with his fried rice?"

"Um... something is wrong with the food, but I have to look at what's wrong. I originally planned to bring a copy back to a friend for analysis..."

Tang Renjie was a little depressed when he said this, because he found that there was a little surprise in Qin Luo's eyes, it seemed that Qin Luo already knew what was wrong with the fried rice but he didn't.

As a chef, Tang Renjie instinctively felt a little ashamed...

Seeing his reaction, Qin Luo guessed what was going on, and said with a casual smile: "Oh, actually, I don't know the specific situation, what I mean is to investigate and report before you understand, and you have tens of millions of fans Gourmet shop anchor, I think it's better to leave this matter to you."

Tang Renjie glanced at him, and said with a wry smile: "Okay, since you know it, just tell me directly, and you don't have to save face for me."

"Well..……"

Now that Tang Renjie said so, Qin Luo had no choice but to explain the mystery of Wang Dahai's fried rice.

Although he left the live broadcast ball at the side of the booth when he came over, and there was no picture of the live broadcast, he still lowered his voice when he said the key words.

After listening to what Qin Luo said, Tang Renjie's eyes widened, and his tone contained uncontrollable anger: "It's actually this kind of addictive thing—I provoked so many people to react after eating it." So strange, so it is!"

Qin Luo nodded and asked him: "Isn't it illegal to put this thing in the meal?"

"Not only is it illegal? It's simply harmful!"

I don't know whether it was Wang Dahai's behavior that made him angry, or Wang Dahai's way of ruining food made him unbearable—in short, Tang Renjie's angry voice trembled a little.

Qin Luo asked again: "How serious is it? Enough punishment?"

Tang Renjie thought for a while and said: "I don't know much about the law, but... If he just used it for himself, it might be controlled for a while, but he put that thing in fried rice and returned it to him. So many people eat it... probably enough to eat peanuts.

"hiss"

Qin Luo couldn't help but gasped, he really didn't expect the matter to be so serious.

Tang Renjie, on the other hand, stared at the lunch box in his hand for a long time, and finally took out his mobile phone to make a call.

Qin Luo quickly asked, "Are you going to call the police?"

"No, call the Food Supervision Bureau first, and then call the police."

"Don't worry, you have to be a priori, otherwise if you guess wrong, don't you want to lose your reputation?"

Tang Renjie pondered for a moment, then asked Qin Luo: "Can you guarantee that your feelings are true?"

...I can be 100% sure, but I suggest you keep your focus, after all, there are accidents in everything," Qin Luo's tone revealed confidence and worry.

Confidence comes from the skill of [cooking proficiency]. The illegal substances that Wang Dahai added to fried rice generally belonged to the category of plants.

Although Qin Luo's [Cooking Proficiency] is not an encyclopedia of plants, as long as it is a plant and food that enters the mouth, there will be nothing to hide under his perception.

Because of this, although Qin Luo had never eaten that kind of food before, he recognized Wang Dahai's fried rice immediately after eating it.

Originally, he planned to report to the Food Supervision Bureau by himself tomorrow, and then check the ingredients in the fried rice, and then report to the police.

But now that Tang Renjie is here, it's just right to leave this matter to him—it's not that Qin Luo is afraid of trouble or responsibility, but really thinks that Tang Renjie will handle this matter.

However, Tang Renjie's impatient appearance made Qin Luo hesitate a bit. Although he was very confident in his skills, Tang Renjie was involved after all. That would be bad.

But Tang Renjie didn't put down his phone for a long time, but said to himself: "Wang Dahai is still setting up a stall. Every second his stall exists, one more person may be harmed."

"As a chef, I don't allow anyone to use food for such outrageous things."

"One minute and one second, I can't stand it!"

After all, he directly dialed the number of the Food Supervision Bureau.

Qin Luo watched silently, and finally gave Tang Renjie a thumbs up silently.

No wonder he can become a star chef with tens of millions of fans. Just because of his quality as a chef and his character as a person, it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

After putting down the phone, Tang Renjie said: "The Food Supervision Bureau has my friend. I have explained the matter to him. He will bring someone here now. If the matter is true, the police will arrive as soon as possible to arrest Wang Dahai."

Qin Luo nodded and said nothing more.

At this time Tang Renjie asked again: "By the way, how many years have you studied as a chef?"

He seemed to have wanted to ask this question before, but now he had the opportunity to ask it. When he asked, he looked at Qin Luo intently, as if he wanted to hear "twenty years" from him before he took it for granted.

But Qin Luo said: "I haven't studied it, I just watch videos at home and think about it. It's a hobby."

"Hobby……………"

Tang Renjie muttered something to himself, then sighed helplessly, and said, "This is talent.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just think you are very talented. The way you fried rice just now reminded me of me when I first entered the industry. You are very similar to me at that time, but you are much better than me at that time."

"It's nothing, it's just fried rice."

"Chinese cuisine is extensive and profound, and a single serving of fried rice with eggs can already reveal a lot of problems...To be honest, seeing so many people queuing up in front of your stall before eating, I thought you were also Wang Dahai, but I didn't expect it did not expect....."

While talking, Tang Renjie seemed to have remembered something, and said solemnly: "Please be sure to join my team!"

Qin Luo stepped back tactically: "Are you continuing the thread just now?"

"What the hell?"

Tang Renjie realized later, and said dumbfoundedly: "No, I'm serious, and you know what I do. With your talent and your current age, I am confident that I can train you to be a good person before you are 40 years old." A state-level chef!"

"I will take you to taste the special delicacies from all over the country first, and then try the dishes that are difficult to eat on weekdays, and then recommend you to the back kitchen of the big hotel."

"Only 650 have to go through a period of systematic training, coupled with my teaching, within five years "you can become a head chef in a big hotel!"

The more Tang Renjie talked, the more excited he seemed to have seen the shining appearance of the future star he cultivated.

This also made Qin Luo a little dumbfounded, and didn't even know what to say.

Because he really didn't want to hit Tang Renjie... Although Tang Renjie is the head chef of the hotel and has a certain reputation and status in the entire Longguo gastronomy circle, Qin Luo, who has [cooking proficiency], can be unceremonious To put it bluntly - on this planet, at most there are only people with the same level of culinary skills as him, but there will never be anyone better than him.

In addition, there will never be too many people with the same level as him, and Tang Renjie may not be among these people.

In other words, he is not qualified to teach Su Luo.

This is a bit arrogant, but the fact is true, Qin Luo will not say it, because he also knows that Tang Renjie has a heart for talents and really wants to cultivate himself. You can feel it in your eyes and the way you speak.

But Qin Luo finally shook his head and refused: "Sorry, I have no plans to be a chef."

Tang Renjie was taken aback for a moment, and asked anxiously, puzzled, "Why?"

"Because I just want to be a courier."

"Can you be a cook as a courier? Or can you make money as a cook?"

"In my eyes, there are no distinctions between occupations. As for making money... Well, I don't lack money.

Qin Luo's casual words made Tang Renjie a little angry, and he wanted to persuade him a few more words, but by this time his assistant had already come back with a bunch of vegetables.

Seeing this, Qin Luo quickly greeted him, returned to the booth with the dishes, and started to work again enthusiastically under the expectant eyes of the diners.

At the same time, in the food street not far away, Wang Dahai, who was making fried rice, had noticed something was wrong...

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