Another test. He should have known that the elixir of immortality was not so easy to get and that cooking was not so easy to learn.
Gu Zheng knew a little bit about the character of the Device Spirit. It was not so easy to get benefits from it. The test of opening the Untainted Land had made him exhausted. If he had known in advance that there would be a test to receive the extra reward, he would definitely not have agreed to take the extra reward.
The test could not be refused, which meant that Gu Zheng did not have the right to choose. The only thing that made Gu Zheng feel a little relieved was that he did not have to worry about his life this time. But what was the punishment of 100 lashes? Would he be whipped?
"Lashing is the basic punishment in the Untainted Land. You can have a try by whipping your butt with the Immortal Strip!"
"No … Ah!"
Gu Zheng suddenly screamed. When the Device Spirit said that he wanted to have a try, he had a bad feeling. Unfortunately, before he could say 'don't try', he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his butt, as if dozens of blades were cutting his butt at the same time.
Gu Zheng was in so much pain that he bent down, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"You, bastard!"
Gu Zheng could not help cursing in his heart. This feeling was really good. Cutting his flesh with a knife, not just one, but dozens of knives at the same time.
Think about it, what would it feel like to be cut dozens of times with a knife, not to mention that the punishment was 100 times. It was hard to imagine what would happen to him after 100 lashes. Gu Zheng had a feeling that he would rather die than suffer 100 lashes.
No matter how Gu Zheng scolded, the Device Spirit did not respond. He could only walk back to his room and lie there to rest for a while. His butt was still burning with pain, so he did not dare to lie down or sit down.
While lying on his stomach, Gu Zheng began to think about the test this time.
Fifteen days was not a long time, which was acceptable to Gu Zheng. He did not like to stay in one place for too long, nor did he like to work for too long. Otherwise, he would not have chosen to work as a food critic. Although his culinary skills were not as good as his father's, under the influence of his father, it was not a problem for him to be a chef in a general restaurant.
The income of a head chef was much higher than that of a food critic. Because the head chef position was too fixed, and food criticism was too free, he finally chose to be a food critic.
Fifteen days was still acceptable, but how was he going to find this place? Was he going to set up a pot on the street and fry eggs to sell? Let's not talk about whether other people would buy it or not. He was afraid that the urban management officer would become his most loyal customer and chase him every day.
If you can't sell on the street, why don't you open a shop? It was even more unreliable.
Which shop only sold fried eggs? Needless to say, Gu Zheng did not know how to open a shop at all. He did not like to be tied down. Moreover, he did not have the capital to open a shop at the moment.
Thinking about money, Gu Zheng's eyelids twitched again.
Previously, in order to complete the test, he had spent a lot of money. The honey, sorghum rice, and wild ginseng did not cost him much. After all, they were all from home. The other things cost him more than five thousand. Fortunately, he still had a box of water and a lot of sesame oil left.
Even so, the cost of that meal was more than five thousand yuan. For Gu Zheng, who only earned five or six thousand yuan a month, this was not a small expense.
The next fried egg, he did not know how much it would cost to make. The ingredients were limited to second-grade, which meant that everything used could not use second-grade ingredients, including water. Thinking that he had to use his 18 yuan bottle of imported mineral water to wash the dishes, Gu Zheng could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
There was water, and the oil was also ready-made. The effect of fried eggs with sesame oil was better, but where could he find the ingredients for the eggs?
Not to mention other eggs, even the most commonly used eggs, according to Gokusen's rating of ingredients, the eggs must be eggs laid by chickens with no pollution. Not to mention the price of such eggs, it was difficult to find them. Gokusen's standards were so strict that even if the hen ate a little feed, it would directly affect the grade of the eggs.
Gu Zheng remembered that black chicken. First, it grew up in the mountains. Second, it had eaten second-grade ingredients, which finally gave it a second-grade rating.
Thinking of this, Gu Zheng scolded the spirit again. If it were not for the fact that the spirit could not be seen or touched, he would want to beat it. The premise was that he could beat the spirit.
After scolding for more than half an hour, Gu Zheng felt that his butt was not so painful. He struggled to get up. Although he scolded fiercely, he did not dare to ignore this test. In order to let him understand the result of the punishment, the spirit had already let him experience what it was like to be whipped. He absolutely did not want to experience this a second time.
Gu Zheng took out his mobile phone and began to make a call. "Mr. Wang, this is Gu Zheng. Yes, yes, last time I wrote a letter to you, I want to ask you something. Hello …"
He called the manager of an ecological mountain villa. The villa's focus was on the original ecology. It was green and pollution-free. The food was grown and raised by the villa's own people. Once, they invited Gu Zheng to review it and even gave Gu Zheng a red packet.
Gu Zheng did not accept the red packet, but the food was actually reviewed. The ingredients were not bad, but the culinary skills were average. The review was just average. Such a review was better for the ecological mountain villa than not. Naturally, the manager did not treat Gu Zheng well.
"Mr. Gao, this is Gu Zheng. Which Gu Zheng? Last time I wrote a letter to you … "
In less than 15 seconds, the other party hung up again. This was the head chef of a big hotel. The hotel had more sources of goods. He wanted to ask, but the other party hung up directly after knowing his identity.
Gu Zheng was a little confused. This Mr. Gao, he did not seem to have offended him. He even wrote good things about them. Why did he hang up just like that?
He did not know that his review was not bad and the food was good, but in the end, he added a sentence, saying that the dish was not good. As the saying goes, there is no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts. It was the same for chefs. Because of that sentence, the other party was jealous of him. How could he be long-winded when he heard it was him?
"Mr. Zhu …"
"Old Zhao …"
"Captain Guo …"
He made several calls in a row. Only one of them sounded better, but he also told him that he did not know. Another one asked if he had lost his job and wanted to find a job.
"Am I that unpopular? It shouldn't be!"
Holding the phone, Gu Zheng was puzzled. Usually, he did not accept red packets from others. He only wrote reviews that he believed in. Although the remuneration was less, he had a clear conscience. Unfortunately, he did not know that because these pertinent reviews did not satisfy the merchants who wanted to be praised, he had offended many people.
But for magazines and websites, food reviews couldn't always be good. There had to be something different, and Gu Zheng's reviews happened to be different. They followed the rules and didn't deviate from the norm, so people wouldn't think that they had been bribed. That was why Gu Zheng's reviews were published from time to time.
"La la, I'm a spinach, a vegetable, a vegetable …"
Gu Zheng's phone suddenly rang. He had used this ringtone for several years. Wang Tao and the others said that Gu Zheng was a real foodie. Even his ringtone had food.
Quickly picking up the phone, Gu Zheng's face immediately showed a trace of disappointment. He thought that the person who called him before would reply to him. He did not expect that it was his old classmate, Hu Yueyue.
"Talent Gu, have you been busy recently?"
Hu Yueyue was Gu Zheng's university classmate. She was a tomboy who was usually crazy. After graduating from university, Gu Zheng rarely contacted his classmates. He was a little introverted and didn't like to take the initiative to contact others. Only Hu Yueyue liked to call him if she had nothing to do.
"Not bad, what's the matter?" Gu Zheng replied weakly.
"Talent Gu and gourmet, what's wrong with you today? You look so tired. Did you overwork yourself in the afternoon?" Hu Yueyue joked with a strange voice and then said, "Of course I want to ask you where the delicious food is. By the way, I want to inform you that this class reunion is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. You promised me last time that you will definitely come this time!"
The class reunion that Hu Yueyue mentioned was some of the people that they often contacted after graduation. There were not many people, only ten or twenty people. Hu Yueyue and the others often organized these gatherings. Every time, they would ask Gu Zheng which restaurant was delicious and then set the meeting there.
Gu Zheng had attended a few times before and gradually lost interest. The last time Hu Yueyue invited him, he did not go. However, in order to not let Hu Yueyue pester him, he said that he would definitely go next time. It seemed that this time, he really could not avoid it.
"Qinchuan Road's Wangyue Restaurant. The honey sauce chicken there is good!"
Gu Zheng thought for a moment and then agreed. He had just eaten honey sauce chicken and did not have enough. Although he knew that other people's food was definitely not as good as his, when food was mentioned, he immediately thought of the honey sauce chicken just now. He asked him to recommend a restaurant with a special dish called honey sauce chicken.
"Okay, Wangyue Restaurant. The day after tomorrow at six o 'clock in the evening. See you there!"
Hu Yueyue quickly hung up the phone. This phone call somewhat diluted Gu Zheng's bad mood. It was better to rely on oneself than to rely on others. If others were not willing to help, he would find it himself.
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