Zhi Pheasant Restaurant is a restaurant that focuses on nostalgia and high consumption, and has achieved great success. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A pot chicken is eight hundred and eight, which is much more expensive than the well-known roast duck at home and abroad, and the people who can come here to eat, not to mention that they are either rich or expensive, at least they can be regarded as successful in society, and only those who have small assets can consume it.

Reservations are not accepted here, and the decoration of the store is also very Republican.

Of course, the customers who come here are very cultivated.

An uncle who is more polite and polite, no matter what he wears or exudes temperament, is very different, and he inexplicably dropped the plate on this occasion.

One by one, the guests exchanged their heads and their eyes were excited.

"This gentleman, what can we negotiate, why should we lose our temper?" the young manager's gaze was faintly disdainful. It's not a food stall here, who can be scared by smashing dishes and bowls?

"Negotiation?" Xiao Jun laughed angrily, pointed to the chicken bones on the dinner table, and said loudly: "I have eaten dozens of times in your restaurant, and you will negotiate with me?"

"Okay, tell me. Your altar chickens here have serious heavy metals exceeding the standard, how are you going to negotiate with me?"

Heavy metals are seriously exceeded?

When these words reach the ears of diners, it is no less than breaking open their skulls and dropping an atomic bomb.

What rich people pursue is health, what is greasy not to eat, not to fry, not to eat barbecue, not to drink, just for a good health.

The richer a person is, the higher the pursuit of quality of life.

They came here to eat a chicken of nearly 1,000 yuan, in addition to the taste, the picture is the original ecological stocking on the mountain, and several nourishing ingredients are added.

It's delicious and healthy, and now they're being told. This kind of altar chicken, which they regard as a delicacy, has serious heavy metals in it.

"Manager, you explain it to me. A somewhat balding man stood up and looked very angry: "I have eaten the chicken from your house for four whole years, and I still hope to maintain my health." ”

"As a result, the old man raised was bald, I said how inexplicably bald, there must be something wrong with your chickens. ”

"You!" The manager jumped to his feet angrily and asked Xiao Jun: "You said that the heavy metal of our altar chicken here is seriously exceeded, what credentials do you have?"

"Credentials?" Xiao Jun snorted coldly: "Take the chicken to the laboratory for testing, won't the evidence come?"

"People say that I have a serious amount of heavy metals here, so I have to take it to the laboratory for testing. ”

A sturdy man about forty years old, with some businessmen in the shopping mall and a strong and wealthy atmosphere between his eyebrows, strode over: "Then others say that I use gutter oil, industrial salt, vegetables with excessive pesticide residues, and unclean drinking water. ”

"Is it that when we go to the pheasant restaurant, we have to take the materials to the laboratory again and again for testing?"

"Boss~Boss~" The man stopped here, and the manager and waiters immediately retreated behind him as if they had found the backbone.

Looking at the lively diners, there is some hesitation at this time.

Psychologically, most of him is reluctant to believe that the heavy metals of the altar chicken are seriously exceeded, and believing this is not equivalent to his own body being damaged?

However, the seeds of mustard are completely planted today.

This time the matter has not been satisfactorily resolved, and the diners must have a pimple in their hearts, and in the future, the signature dish of the Pheasant Restaurant is likely to have a problem, 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 see that you are also very familiar, you must be our old customer here." You say we have a problem with the altar chickens here, can you tell me where you came to your conclusions?"

"Yes, this brother, you can tell me quickly. The balding man said anxiously, "If there's a problem, I'll have to sue this restaurant." Maybe my baldness is caused by eating a chicken in the altar. ”

"When the people of industry and commerce and quality inspection come, it will naturally come to light. Xiao Jun naturally couldn't figure out the reason inside, but he was very sure that there was something wrong with these chickens.

"Then what if we prove our innocence?" Jiang Song asked rhetorically: "Our altar chickens have been stocked on Daming Mountain since they were children, and they only grow up by pecking insects on their own, and never feed any feed. ”

"Many of you here have been to Daming Mountain, we went to the ecological breeding base of the pheasant restaurant, and those who have been there believe will understand that what I said is true. ”

"When the rooster is in the jar, it is placed in the hallway, and everyone knows what they are feeding each day. ”

"You don't even have a basis for judgment, isn't this slandering our Zhizhi Pheasant Restaurant?"

"I think this gentleman has drunk too much. ”

"Yes, where did you judge it?" The diners next to him agreed with Jiang Song's words, and the ecological breeding base of the Zhizhi Pheasant Restaurant is near the scenic spot, where the free-range hens and eggs are very popular with tourists who pursue green food.

"You can't really drink too much, do you?"

"I've been to the ecological breeding base, and last month my wife bought 200 original grass eggs there, the eggs are bright in color, and they don't look like there is a problem. ”

"There is no basis to slander the chicken in the pheasant restaurant as having a problem, which is not good at all. ”

"Yes, come up with a basis?"

Diners have become grass on the wall, pouring wherever they feel it makes sense.

Xiao Jun's face was hot, he didn't know, and he didn't plan to answer, so he took out his mobile phone and prepared to make a complaint.

Just looking at the boss's picture of victory, Xiao Jun is really afraid, even if the Industrial and Commercial Bureau sends someone over, they have a way to reconcile this matter with the mud.

It's not hard for them to get to this point if they're prepared in advance.

"I was the one who told him that the heavy metal of the altar chickens here is beyond the standard. Ye Qing stood up.

Originally, Ye Qing wanted to persuade Xiao Jun to calm things down first, and then call the complaint phone after leaving, or contact the metal laboratory himself to issue an inspection report.

Seeing that Xiao Jun was frustrated by the boss's arrogant words, Ye Qing naturally wanted to find a place for Xiao Jun.

"Who are you?" Jiang Song, who was thick-skinned to the limit, turned his head and said confidently: "If you don't make it clear to me today, I reserve the right to pursue your slander to the Pheasant Restaurant." ”

"Look at your big breath. Xiao Jun smiled, and Ye Qing also smiled.

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's my next words that matter. ”

"Metals with a density greater than 4.5 grams per cubic centimeter are called heavy metals. ”

"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 the body's organs. ”

Ye Qing picked up the broken chicken leg bone from the dining table, looked around and said, "Why did I conclude that the heavy metals of the altar chicken are seriously exceeded?"

The answer lies in this seemingly ordinary bone. (To be continued.) )