He said with a smile, "Tan Ming, you described this congee so miraculous, so of course I have to take a look. I know very well what this congee is like. I've eaten all the delicacies in the world, but I've never had such a fragrant and unique congee before. I'm mesmerized by the smell, so I must have a mouthful! "
"Manager Gu, are you sure?" Only then did Tan Ming recall that Fatty was a complete glutton! He was a glutton who claimed to eat all over the world!
Manager Gu smiled. "Of course! I know what I'm doing, so make way. "
Tan Ming said with a bitter smile, "I just want to tell you that Abbot Fangzheng never lies, nor is he petty. If he says that the congee is messed up, it must be messed up. If not, why do you think no one else wants the congee? "
"You understand Fangzheng, but I understand delicacies! I believe my taste buds won't lie to me. Alright, Little Venerable One, I want it! "Manager Gu raised his hand high and shouted.
When Red Boy heard that, he smiled. "Patron, is there anyone else who wants it?"
With Manager Gu taking the lead, some of the hesitant tourists finally couldn't resist the temptation of the congee's fragrance. They raised their hands, indicating that they wanted it.
Someone whispered to Dog Song, "Boss Song, do we want it?"
Dog Song decisively shook his head. "If it were anyone else who told me that the congee was messed up, I definitely wouldn't believe it. But since Abbot Fangzheng said it, I believe him! No! Just wait! "
The tourists who followed him seemed to trust Dog Song a lot. Since Dog Song said that he didn't want it, they also gave up. However, they looked longingly at the dozen or so people who went up to receive the congee.
Manager Gu didn't bring a basin. He didn't even have a bowl, but he was quick-witted. He emptied a huge kettle at the last moment. He directly used a kettle to store the congee. Although it wasn't the best, it could keep the congee warm.
After filling up the congee, Manager Gu retreated to the side with the congee in delight. When he opened the lid, a rich fragrance wafted out. Manager Gu took a deep breath and felt refreshed. It was as though all his taste buds were protesting. He wanted to eat it!
Many people came over as well, looking eagerly at the congee in his kettle.
Manager Gu chuckled. "How fragrant! Was the congee you had last year as good as this? "
Everyone subconsciously shook their heads.
Manager Gu said smugly, "That's right. This year's porridge is even better than last year's. That explains everything! Besides, how could there be anything bad that was cooked well? It's better this year, but it's worse now? I think that this is a brand new way for mages to distribute porridge! Otherwise, with so many of us here, how are we going to share the porridge? "
When Director Gu said that, many people were tempted. No matter how they thought about it, they felt that Director Gu's words made sense.
Some of the tourists went forward to get some porridge. The tourists around Dog Song also stole curious glances at him.
Dog Song was actually somewhat tempted, but he firmly believed in Fangzheng. Hence, he said, "No matter what others say, I only believe in Abbot Fangzheng! Living Buddha wouldn't lie to us, would he? "
"The problem is that this doesn't seem to have been said by Abbot Fangzheng himself. It was said by Venerable Jingxin himself," a tourist mumbled.
Dog Song said, "In any case, I trust them! If you can't stand it, you can go get some porridge. But don't blame me for not warning you later. "
Everyone thought for a moment. Finally, a group of people ran over to get some porridge. Instead, it was the villagers of One Finger Village who stood there steadily. Their thoughts were the same as Dog Song's. They firmly believed in Fangzheng's words!
However, there were always exceptions to everything.
For example, Chen Jin's family …
Chen Jin said angrily, "You darn punk, come back!"
Chen Jin's nephew, Chen Qiang, ignored him. He ran towards Red Boy with the bowl in his hand. At the same time, he said, "Uncle, you were the one who shouted for us to come up the mountain to eat porridge. Why aren't you drinking the porridge when there's porridge on the mountain? I think what that brother said makes sense. The porridge is definitely good. It's a special method of Fangzheng's to distribute the porridge. It's just like an interviewer's interview. There are so few positions and so many applicants, so of course he has to use some tricks. "
Faced with his disobedient nephew, Chen Jin's mouth nearly went crooked from anger. He pointed 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 little small, "Chen Qiang said disapprovingly.
Soon, Chen Qiang returned with a huge bowl. When he caught a whiff of the fragrance in the bowl, he chuckled and said, "Uncle, do you want some?"
"Hmph!" Chen Jin grunted coldly and couldn't be bothered with him.
The others secretly gulped a mouthful of saliva. Regardless of whether the porridge was messed up or not, just the smell was enough to whet one's appetite! All of them yearned to rush forward and get a bowl for themselves. But eventually, they took a glance at One Finger Monastery and held back.
When Chen Qiang saw this, he curled his lips. He could not understand why these people were so foolish! They did not drink the delicacies they saw with their own eyes. They did not grasp the beauty in front of them, but they chose to believe in words that had no guarantee!
Although Fangzheng was very miraculous, Chen Qiang always believed that one should be more realistic. Whatever benefits one obtained were real benefits! As for the rest, it was just like a dream. Similarly, Manager Gu had the same thoughts. As a businessman, he placed more importance on what he could actually obtain, especially when it was clearly something good. He would not miss the opportunity! Apart from that, he had a bold idea. So what if the porridge was messed up? He could just ask for it when the good porridge was done. If he thickened his skin, would the other party be so thick-skinned as to not give it to him? Even if they didn't give it to him, wouldn't he buy it? Money could make the world go round. Even if they couldn't move the living Buddha, the villagers could at least move one or two, right?
The duo's thoughts ran wild. At the same time, they shouted loudly as though they were afraid others couldn't hear them. At the same time, they drank a mouthful and praised. "Delicious!"
When the others heard that, they turned their heads and thought, "These bastards are too beastly! Go ahead and drink. Why are you coveting us? F * * k, how immoral … Hmm, this porridge is really delicious … "
President Gu and Chen Qiang subconsciously looked at each other and smiled at the same time when they saw the group of people swallowing their saliva due to their greed. Clearly, both of them were pranking each other, and they shared the same tastes.
Upon seeing this scene, Xu Xun cursed softly. "These two bastards! The living Buddha will teach them a lesson. "
Ma Yuan said, "They will regret it!"
If it was asked who trusted Fangzheng the most, one would be Dog Song, and the other would definitely be Ma Yuan. He had been pulled back from the brink of death by Fangzheng, so he had absolute trust in Fangzheng.
Therefore, when Red Boy said that the porridge was messed up, he believed it without a doubt. All he needed to do was wait for the cooked porridge to be served.
Tan Ming had similar intentions.
At this moment, there was a commotion behind them.
PS: I saw other brothers and sisters asking for the group number, so I sent it again. VIP Group: 387645012
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
