Wu Bencao is not without confidence in his cooking skills, and blames the old man for praising too harshly, as if he is eating the best delicacies in heaven and earth, which makes him uncomfortable.

"Eh, seniors praise you, am I really so delicious?"

It was obviously a humble remark, but the old man misunderstood the meaning, thinking that he was not praising it enough, so he said: "Of course there is, there are more than that! If you don't believe it, then I'll give you a more detailed review......

"No, no, no!"

Wu Bencao hurriedly stopped it, and finally understood why Wang Xiang was a chatterbox, it turned out that the poor mouth of the family was ancestral, and he could speak well from old to young.

"That's good," the old man smiled, leaned over to Wu Bencao's side, and whispered, "Since you are very satisfied with my compliment, why don't you send me a few bundles of flowers and grass in private?"

Wu Bencao was suddenly, no wonder the old man was like a river, sparing no effort to pat him on the back, and made trouble for a long time, it turned out that he was waiting for him here!

"Well...... this"

Without waiting for him to answer, Meng'er's voice sounded in his mind, [The ingredients provided by the system are only for cooking in the kitchen, and cannot be used in any other way, let alone given to others. Otherwise, the system will cut off the supply as a punishment. 】

Wu Bencao's heart was suddenly shocked, this punishment is too severe, and it is difficult for the handsome guy to cook without rice, but it is not a joke.

He was embarrassed and said: "Since you know Hua Ze grass, you must also know that this grass grows in a special environment, and it is difficult to plant it locally. ”

The old man's expression was slightly gloomy, "Otherwise, you tell me the seeds and know-how of Hua Zecao, and I will go back and support myself." Don't worry, I will never let you give it in vain, I will give you a heavy gift!"

Wu Bencao said sincerely: "This is a matter of principle, not money. ”

The old man was still unwilling, and tempted: "I can give you a lot of money, and even let you live a prosperous life without opening this shop and working hard every day." ”

Wu Bencao shook his head without hesitation.

As long as he has a lazy system, he lacks nothing but fans. The purpose of opening a store is not to make money, but to gain fans, earn fan value, and use it to exchange everything.

Fans are in hand, I have them all over the world, how can the generous gifts taken out by the Wang family impress him.

The old man was stunned, reminiscing about the residual coriander smell in his mouth, and was a little angry, "You, you don't do any business sent to the door, it's really a dead brain!"

At this point, he had no choice but to get up early every day to drink soup.

Wu Bencao reported a smile.

At this time, on the bed on the other side of the store, a mermaid jumped up, full of vigorous vitality, like a rebirth, which made people's eyes shine.

"I've got a pulse!"

With a smile on his face, he walked up to Wu Bencao, knelt on the ground, and said respectfully: "Thank you Boss Wu for the soup of hope, help me see the sun, open my pulse to practice, and glow with new hope!"

Everyone in the audience could see that he was respectful from the bottom of his heart in his words and demeanor, not perfunctory and polite. He was right, it was Wu Bencao who changed his fate and opened the door to his already closed practice.

Such a miracle medicine, let alone six yuan stones, even if it is sold for sixty or six hundred yuan, no matter how high Wu Bencao's posture is, there are still people queuing up to buy it.

But he only sells six yuan stones, and like a doctor, he hangs a pot to help the world and purify all sentient beings, and he is simply a living bodhisattva with great compassion.

These six dollars are really worth it!

Wu Bencao replied: "You pay, I will serve the soup, this is a fair deal, everyone takes what they need, you don't have to be so polite." If the soup tastes to your liking, you can come back more often in the future. ”

The man said happily: "Let's not talk about how delicious this soup is, with the grace of opening the pulse, I will also come to drink the soup every day!"

Wang Xiang stood beside him, looked at this familiar scene, and said proudly: "How about it, I didn't lie to you, right? This soup is delicious and subtle, it can be called the best in the world, and it only sells for only six yuan, isn't it cheap?"

"Cheap!" the man smiled and nodded, "It's so cheap!"

As he spoke, a second person jumped up from the bed and bowed to Wu Bencao, the same as the first person's movements, equally respectful and pious.

"Thank you Boss Wu for your kindness!"

Since they were drinking soup at the same time, the progress of the nine people was almost the same, and soon, there was a third and a fourth...... Until the seventh person, they all successfully opened their pulses, and like the birth of a gourd baby, they came to thank Yitang one after another.

The onlookers were shocked and couldn't be overwhelmed.

"Didn't you say that it was all successful!"

"I'm dripping, as long as I drink soup, I'll succeed, and the Kaimai Pill is still a fart!"

"Boss Wu is really lying! This is a five-five opening, it is clearly a must be opened!"

Old Man Wang saw it in his eyes, his expression was very complicated, and he sighed: "Xiaocao, you are really raised in our Goose City? As long as you drink your soup, you can open your pulse successfully, I think you are a god descending to earth!"

Wang Xiang couldn't believe that his hair would suddenly be so rebellious, and he could even overcome the cultivation problems of thousands of years, and muttered: "I just said that ninety percent of them dare to believe it, but I didn't expect that I would say that I was missing ......."

Everyone looked at Wu Bencao like a god, and no one despised or questioned this young man.

Just now they also thought that the probability was illusory and could not be confirmed, and it was all made up by one mouth, and Wu Bencao's soup of hope could not really be opened.

But at this moment, there are a total of nine people who have drunk the soup to open the pulse, seven of them have succeeded, and the remaining two are also in sight of victory, and the probability is far more than fifty percent. The terrifying facts are in front of them, and they can't help but be unconvinced.

If the success rate of Kaimai Tang is low, even if you are lucky, how can you be lucky to this extent? At least with the 30% Kaimai Pill, you can't do this.

Therefore, regardless of the specifics, as long as you admit that this soup is awesome, it will be over.

I don't know who it is, but you spit out a sentence, "We mortals, we really have eyes and no beads......"

Wu Bencao walked to the back of the counter, lowered his head and rummaged through the blank ledger, pretending to be calm, but in fact, he pricked up his ears and eavesdropped on these words of admiration, not to mention how happy he was.

The highest level of openness is not to be awesome, but to help your teammates become awesome, and to be sincerely grateful to yourself, so that it is the coolest.

"Meng'er, is this soup really open in five or five? If you count Wang Xiang, there are currently eight people who have successfully opened the pulse, or let's be bold, just declare that it is more tempting to open eighty-two or seventy-three!"

[Hehe, if I'm not mistaken, didn't someone drink five bowls in a row before barely opening his pulse?]

"Hey, if you do this again, I'll turn my face, don't open any pot and mention which pot!"

[I see that you get carried away, turn out your troubles, and make you sober and sober. Today's success rate is so high, it's just their luck. But, then again, it's also good luck for you. 】

Wu Bencao snorted and understood what she meant, "As the saying goes, seeing is believing, and after this test, no one will question the effect of the soup in the future." When they go back and spread the word about today, I'll be famous!"

Fortunately, we were lucky today, and everyone opened the pulse successfully, otherwise, once the collective failure turned into a large-scale car accident scene, the signboard of the wormwood bar would be completely smashed.

At this time, the last two left the bed and failed to open the pulse.

However, their faces were calm and they did not have much sadness. They have been through the same situation, they have been prepared, and more importantly, they have seen hope and witnessed the miraculous power of the soup of hope.

There is still hope, why rush to be sad, it's a big deal to come back tomorrow for soup.

One of them smiled freely: "Boss Wu, you refuse to book, but it can't be difficult for me." I'll go to the door to line up now, with your craftsmanship, I will definitely succeed next time!"

It's still raining heavily, and he's lining up for tomorrow today, and he's also a ruthless man.

The other person also looked firm, "That's right, we have failed twice anyway, what are we afraid of? Even if we fail again, we can drink such a delicious soup for only six yuan, and we will definitely not lose anything!"

Wu Bencao smiled and nodded, and said in his heart, life is to be optimistic, in order to find hope, you think so, I am very pleased.

The scholar who claimed to open his eyes came over and said ashamedly: "Boss Wu's craftsmanship is really eye-opening to me. I teach at the school, and when I go back, I ask the children to tell their parents that there is a god chef in the wormwood bar!"

The people in the back also echoed, "Yes, we will spread the word, such a delicious soup must not be buried!"

Wu Bencao thanked him, "Thank you for your support, welcome to come to Wormwood often!"