Chapter 6: defamation

"If you don't see this roasted gluten, the aroma alone can really become a first-class food, but..."
Old Mr. Ye looked a little narcissistic, and he glanced at Yang Song with a little arrogant attitude. The latter was blinded. What is this guy here for? So I couldn't help but asked: "Old gentleman, do you want to buy? If you don't buy, please don't block the people behind to buy, okay?
Originally, Yang Song's tone was kind, but when the old Mr. Ye heard this, he was immediately unhappy. He knocked on the crutches in his hand suddenly, and said angrily: "Presumptuous! What is your attitude? I kindly pointed you out. The shortcomings, don't you appreciate it?"
Appreciate? Are you capable of my food system? Rely on the old and sell the old. Yang Song was unwilling to take care of such a person, and directly shouted at the customers behind: "Everyone come forward, line up! Don't grab it!"
As soon as the customers behind heard this, they swarmed forward, holding the money in their hands, or the person holding the mobile phone and ready to scan the QR code to pay, you started buying two strings.
Chen Ming suddenly became anxious. He only sold a hundred strings a day, and now he has sold dozens of strings. When the time comes, there will be no more! Thinking of the deliciousness of roasted gluten, Chen Ming couldn't help swallowing, ignoring Mr. Ye.
"Boss! Give me twenty strings! I will pay now!"
"Good Le!"
Yang Song nodded, shouted, and then quickly prepared the twenty strings that Chen Ming needed. When Mr. Ye saw it, he immediately became anxious and stopped Chen Ming who was about to enter the password.
"Master Chen, this thing can't be eaten indiscriminately. It is baked in a mess. It is sold for 100 yuan. It is clear that there is something shameful in it. I am afraid it will make people addicted to eating it!"
As soon as these words came out, the stall that was still lively suddenly became a lot quieter, everyone stopped looting and looked at Yang Song nervously.
Hearing someone slander him, Yang Song suddenly became furious. After all, he was still a half-old boy. He threw all the roasted gluten in his hand into the trash can with a scream, and then walked out of his car.
"Old man, I respect you as an old man, but don't speak too badly. Be careful, I go to the police station to sue you!"
"Sue me? Haha, if it weren't for something tricky, why are you so excited? You are not a guilty conscience!"
Mr. Ye was not worried, he sneered. He is highly respected in this city. Who saw me and called me Ye Lao, could he be frightened by you kid?
The other hawkers nearby, their eyes lit up when they heard this, and they deliberately raised their voices and whispered.
"Yes, I have been in this business for so long, and I have never seen such an addictive roasted gluten."
"I guess! That kind of thing should have been put!"
"Almost! Do you remember the news from the news last time? There was a hot pot restaurant that put poppy husks in the soup. This roasted gluten probably also put a mess of things!"
"No wonder the business is so good, it's all black-hearted money!"
Yang Song almost didn't get angry. After all, he couldn't talk about his own food system, so Yang Song had an idea immediately.
"Okay!" Yang Song raised his voice and shouted, "Master Chen, can you do me a favor!"
Seeing that Yang Song seemed to have a plan to prove his innocence, Chen Ming didn't want such a delicious thing to be fake, so he immediately raised his hand to show that he was there.
Seeing Chen Ming's answer, Yang Song picked up the notebook in his backpack, took out a pen and wrote a lot of seasonings, including fresh gluten, and placed it in front of Ye Lao.
"You can see clearly that these things are normal seasonings. In order to prevent you from saying that mine has other things, I will let Master Chen purchase these things now."
Ye Lao lowered his head and carefully observed the condiments inside. They were almost all pepper and cumin powder, and there was nothing wrong with them! So he glanced at Chen Ming.
The latter understood that he grabbed the notebook and walked to the nearby supermarket not far away. It had everything in there, and it was normal to have these things.
When Chen Ming came back, Yang Song carried the bag, put it on his stall, and shouted at Mr. Ye: "You can see clearly, these things were just bought by Mr. Chen! If I can't do it. Before I came out, I took the initiative to surrender to the police station!"
"Very good! You can do it!" Mr. Ye doesn't believe that now, a little kid can really make roasted gluten into such a magical flavor that makes people rush for a hundred dollars.
But Yang Song didn't rush to do it, but looked at Mr. Ye with a smile.
"Huh?" Old Mr. Ye thought he would not dare anymore, and sneered: "If you dare not, just surrender yourself quickly and don't harm others."
"No, no, no! You misunderstood me!"
Yang Song shook his head, with an inexplicable smile at the corner of his mouth, "I mean, I failed, I will surrender, but what if I do it? What do you say?"
Uh, at this moment, Mr. Ye was also stunned. He only felt that he couldn't do what he should have done. It must be a failure. He never thought about what to do if it succeeded.
"If you succeed, you will succeed! You can continue to sell your roasted gluten!" Mr. Ye blushed and held back for a long time before suffocating such a sentence.
It's impossible to let him bow his head and admit his mistakes, a long-standing figure! Even if he really did something wrong, then this matter is at best left out!
"Impossible!" Yang Song frowned and shouted: "If I win, then you are slandering me. When you want to leave, how can there be such a cheap thing? I tell you, if I win, you must Apologize to me!"
Yang Song didn't plan to be too stiff, he just asked for an apology. Mr. Ye's face turned dark and he was about to say something, but saw that Yang Song had already started his hands.
The movements are fast and graceful, dazzling, and have an unreal feeling.
In fact, Yang Song himself is a little bit unsure. The system automatically helped him get the gluten before. Now I don't know if he can succeed.
But even so, Yang Song was really angry in his heart. That old man didn't know anything, and if he slandered himself like this, he would definitely be angry! Don't steam buns and fight for your breath!
But the system is so magical. It's obviously my unskilled technique, but the gluten actually began to gradually exude an attractive fragrance, and slowly turned into the dark appearance before, and it looked like it was scorched.
Chen Ming and the other guests could not help but start twitching their noses and swallowing a sip of water unconsciously.
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