To the Pheasant Restaurant is a restaurant with a nostalgic style and high consumption, and has achieved great success.
A jar chicken cost eight hundred and eighty yuan, which was much more expensive than the famous roast duck. Those who could eat here were either rich or noble, but at least they were considered successful in society. Only those who had small assets could afford to eat here.
Reservations are not accepted here, and the decoration of the store is also very much like the Republic of China.
Of course, the customers who come here are all Wen Bin and have a very cultured feeling.
A more Wen Bin, no matter whether it is dressed or exuded temperament, is very different from the uncle, in this occasion inexplicably fell the plate.
The guests whispered to each other one by one, and their eyes were excited.
"This gentleman, what can we discuss, why do you lose your temper?" In the eyes of the young manager, there is a hint of disdain. This is not a food stall. Who can be scared by the smashing of the plates and bowls?
"Negotiate?" Xiao Jun laughed, pointed to the chicken bones on the dinner table, and said loudly: "I have eaten dozens of times in your shop, and you want to negotiate with me?"
"Well, you tell me. You have a jar chicken here, heavy metal seriously exceeded the limit. How are you going to negotiate with me? "
Heavy metal seriously exceeded the limit?
When these words were passed to the diners' ears, it was no less than opening their skulls and throwing an atomic bomb.
The pursuit of rich people is health. They don't eat greasy food, fried food, barbecue, drinks, just for a healthy body.
The richer the person, the higher the pursuit of the quality of life.
They come here to eat a chicken for nearly a thousand yuan. In addition to the taste, the picture is the original ecological free-range on the mountain, and several nourishing ingredients are added.
It's delicious and nourishing, and now someone tells them. This kind of jar chicken, which they regard as a delicacy, has a serious excess of heavy metals.
"Manager, you explain it to me." A bald man stood up and looked very angry: "I have been eating for four years since your family launched the jar chicken, and I am still counting on health."
"As a result, Laozi is bald. I say how to be bald inexplicably. It must be your chicken that has a problem."
"You!" The manager was so angry that he jumped and asked Xiao Jun, "You said that the heavy metal of our jar chicken here is seriously exceeded. What evidence do you have?"
"Evidence?" Xiao Jun coldly snorted: "Take the chicken to the laboratory for testing, and the evidence will not come?"
"If others say that I have too many heavy metals here, I have to take it to the laboratory for testing."
A sturdy man in his forties, who had the amiable aura of a businessman in the business world, strode over. "Then others will say that I used gutter oil, industrial salt, vegetables with excessive pesticide residue, and dirty drinking water."
"Do we have to take materials to the laboratory again and again for testing in the Pheasant Restaurant?"
"Boss ~ Boss ~" When the man stood there, the manager and the waiters immediately retreated behind him as if they had found their backbone.
The diners who were watching the fun were hesitant at this moment.
Psychologically, most of them were not willing to believe that Jar Chicken was seriously over the limit of heavy metals. If they believed this, wouldn't it be equivalent to damaging their own bodies?
However, the seeds of ill-feeling had been thoroughly sown today.
This time, the matter has not been satisfactorily resolved, and the diners must have a knot in their hearts. In the future, the signature dish of the restaurant is likely to have problems, and the doubts will definitely spread.
The boss, who introduced himself as Jiang Song, also understood this problem.
Jiang Song touched his forehead: "This customer, I think you are very familiar. You must be a regular customer here. You said that there is a problem with the jar chicken here. Can you tell me, where did you draw the conclusion? "
"Yeah, this brother, you tell me quickly." The bald man said anxiously: "There is a problem, I have to go to this restaurant. Who knows, my baldness might have been caused by eating jar chicken. "
"When the people from industry and commerce and quality inspection come, it will naturally come to light." Xiao Jun naturally could not figure out the reason, but he was very sure that there was a problem with these chickens.
"What if we prove our innocence?" Jiang Song asked: "Our jar chickens have been raised in Daming Mountain since they were young, and they only rely on their own pecking insects to grow up, and they are never fed any feed."
"Many of you have gone to Daming Mountain to play. We have gone to the ecological breeding base of the restaurant. People who have been there believe that they will understand what I said."
"After the rooster is put in the jar, it is placed in the corridor. Everyone knows what is fed every day."
"You don't even have a basis for judgment. Isn't this slandering our restaurant?"
"I think this gentleman is drinking too much."
"Yeah, where did you judge it?" Some of the diners next to Jiang Song agreed with what he said. The ecological breeding base of the restaurant is near the scenic spot. The hens and eggs there are very popular with tourists who pursue green food.
"You won't really drink too much, right?"
"I have been to the ecological breeding base. Last month, my wife bought two hundred original ecological grass eggs there. The eggs are bright and don't look like problems."
"There is no basis to slander the jar chicken of the restaurant. This behavior is not good at all."
"Yes, come up with a basis?"
The diners became fence-sitters, and they felt that they were reasonable.
Xiao Jun's face was burning. He didn't know, and he didn't intend to answer. He took out his mobile phone and prepared to dial a complaint.
Just looking at the boss's winning look, Xiao Jun was really afraid. Even if the industry and commerce bureau sent someone over, they had a way to smooth things over.
If they are prepared in advance, it is not difficult to achieve this.
"I told him that the jar chicken here exceeded the limit in the heavy metal eye." Ye Qing stood up.
Originally, Ye Qing wanted to persuade Xiao Jun to calm down first, and then make a complaint call after he left, or contact the metal laboratory to issue an inspection report.
Seeing that Xiao Jun was defeated by the boss's arrogant words, Ye Qing naturally wanted to get back for Xiao Jun.
"Who are you?" Jiang Song, who was cheeky to the limit, turned his head and confidently said: "Today, if you don't make it clear to me, I reserve the right to pursue your slander to the restaurant."
"Look at your big tone." Xiao Jun smiled, and Ye Qing also smiled.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is what I say next."
"The metal with a density of more than 4.5 grams per cubic centimeter is called heavy metal."
"Trace metals are indispensable nutrients for the human body, but excessive heavy metals in the human body can have a strong interaction with organs and harm body organs."
Ye Qing picked up the broken chicken leg bone from the table and looked around. "Why do I conclude that the heavy metal of the jar chicken is seriously excessive?"
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