A Bite of Douluo Continent

Once he enters the store and truly understands the power of his role as a reviewer, and how much profit being featured in a food review magazine would bring to his shop, he will surely apologize for his rudeness and offer several thousand or even tens of thousands of gold soul coins as compensation.

Compared to that, queuing is a trivial matter.

With this mindset, Cao Pingzhi, who was queuing outside the store, was not angry at all; on the contrary, he smiled more.

After waiting for about half an hour, Cao Pingzhi grew a little impatient, but thankfully it was finally his turn.

Sitting down, Cao Pingzhi couldn't help but nod when he saw the clean and tidy desktop.

Unlike Lin Lang, who previously thought that the store was clean and the tabletop was spotless when he saw this table, Lin Lang thought that the store was hygienic.

But Cao Pingzhi was thinking: Such a marble tabletop must be very expensive, right? If the table is so high-end, how could he not get some benefits?

Thinking of this, Cao Pingzhi spoke to Qin Yue, who came to order, with a friendly smile, "Is your shop always this busy?"

The subtext of these words was that they were trying to find out how profitable the Cold Food Festival was.

Qin Yue misunderstood, thinking that Cao Pingzhi was interested in the Cold Food Festival and was asking about it in order to praise it more in his comments. Since it wasn't a secret, she didn't hide it. "Yes, we've been experiencing full houses frequently these past few days."

Upon hearing Qin Yue's words, Cao Pingzhi's smile deepened.

Indeed, this is a treasure trove!

"Bring me one of everything in your restaurant; I'm going to start rating."

As for the sign next to the price list that read "No waste, violators will be blacklisted," Cao Pingzhi paid no attention to it. Instead, he laughed at the foolishness of the Cold Food Festival shop owner in his heart.

How can restaurants make money if diners don't waste food?

Of course, this has nothing to do with me.

Can you call it a waste to give tastings and ratings?

joke.

Even if it's really a waste, would the boss dare to blacklist a rater?

If it were an ordinary diner ordering food like this, Qin Yue would definitely remind her, but the person in front of her was a food critic who had ordered food like this on previous visits to Yueyaolou, so she had forgotten about it for a moment.

Walking into the kitchen, Qin Yue handed the order to Qi Han.

"Boss, this is Judge Cao's order."

Curious about Cao Pingzhi's order, Qi Han reached out and took the menu, then frowned immediately.

Eating alone, but ordering all the dishes on the menu?

Did he intend to eat only a bite or two of each dish, as Qin Yue had previously suggested?

"Go tell him that wasting food in this restaurant will result in being blacklisted and banned from entering the restaurant forever." Qi Han's words carried a hint of coldness.

Qin Yue sensed the hint of dissatisfaction hidden in the boss's words and shrank back. "But if that's the case, Judge Cao won't be able to taste all the dishes in our restaurant. This is the last night, which is not good for our scoring."

"It's alright, even if one of our dishes is featured in the food review, the effect will be the same."

The system's timed tasks only require that dishes be featured in the food review, but do not specify how many dishes are required.

Even just one dish would be enough to complete the task and increase visibility.

Chapter 159 How dare you? (Bonus chapter for the second leader of this book releasing that Kongming lantern)

"Did your boss really say that?" Cao Pingzhi's voice suddenly rose, the smile on his face slowly disappeared, and a hint of gloom appeared in his eyes.

This appearance was exactly the same as Qin Yue remembered.

"Yes, our restaurant does not allow any waste, so we cannot fulfill Mr. Cao's order." At this moment, Qin Yue completely let go of her concerns, and her tone was no longer cautious.

"Invite your boss over, I want to talk to him." Cao Pingzhi felt he had already given this Hanshi family enough face, not only queuing up as they asked, but also wearing that fake and kind smile.

But they actually made sure they couldn't waste food?

This is absolutely incomprehensible!

He decided to give Hanshi one last chance, presumably because this Hanshi owner from Shrek City didn't understand the meaning of food appreciation.

He then explained the pros and cons, letting this guy know just how prestigious the food critic profession is to them.

After hearing Qin Yue's account, Qi Han calmly walked out of the kitchen and approached Cao Pingzhi. "Sir, I heard you have something to talk to me about?"

Cao Pingzhi looked up at Qi Han and raised an eyebrow.

Is that all the kid is?

"What is your surname, sir?"

"No need for formalities, my surname is Qi."

"Mr. Qi, allow me to introduce myself. I'm a food reviewer, and it's currently food review week, so I..."

Qi Han waved his hand, "Excuse me, I already know all that. I even bought a copy of the previous issue of Food Review."

At this point, he glanced at Cao Pingzhi and said, "Mr. Cao, your food reviews are very good."

"His character isn't very good," Qi Han silently added in his mind.

"One cannot hit a smiling face," Cao Pingzhi said with a touch of self-satisfaction. "Since Boss Qi already knows, he should also know that the appearance of your restaurant's dishes in the food review will greatly boost your business."

Qi Han pondered for a moment, then nodded.

Indeed, by being featured in this food review magazine, Ruyi estimates that the shop's brand awareness will increase in at least half a month.

It's quite big.

Qi Han seemed to agree with everything he said, but made no further comment, which made Cao Pingzhi uneasy.

"So... Mr. Qi, are you sure you want to stick to this inexplicable rule and not allow me to waste food?" Cao Pingzhi narrowed his eyes, his face already showing a hint of coldness.

I've practically made it clear, so why won't the owner of the Cold Food Festival give in and offer me some compensation?

Damn it, where did this hothead come from?

"So all you were saying was trying to get me to back down..." Qi Han looked enlightened, glanced at Cao Pingzhi's expression, and shook his head without hesitation.

"I'm sorry, I can't do that."

“You…” Cao Pingzhi’s face froze, stunned by Qi Han’s answer. “Don’t you really know the consequences of offending me?”

This is showing them absolutely no respect.

How dare you do that?

"You mean it won't be included in the food review?" Qi Han's face showed a strange expression. "If my Hanshi's dishes don't make it into the food review, shouldn't that be a loss for the food review?"

"You..." Cao Pingzhi's lips trembled with anger.

How can there be such an arrogant guy?

What does it mean that not being included in a food review is a loss for food review?

How dare you do that?

"Well said, boss!" A Tang Clan disciple at a nearby table laughed and cheered loudly.

This was a disciple of the Tang Clan's medicine hall, who was sitting next to him. He had heard Cao Pingzhi and Qi Han's conversation in its entirety, and at this moment he couldn't help but cheer for Qi Han's words.

"Compared to the boss's delicious food, other restaurants are simply not worth mentioning. If the food review doesn't include Hanshi's dishes on the list, it would be a huge loss for Hanshi!"

The disciple had a loud voice, and the other diners who heard him immediately echoed his words.

Most of the diners sitting in the dining area at this moment are repeat customers who have accumulated over the past few days. They already have their own understanding of the deliciousness of the cold food and agree with what the medicine hall disciple said.

"Fine...fine!" Cao Pingzhi's face turned ashen as he coldly glanced at Qi Han. "Your Hanshi cuisine won't be featured in the food review this time! I, Cao Pingzhi, said it!"

Low score?

No, no, no, I, Cao Pingzhi, will pretend this shop doesn't exist. I won't give you a single cent. You want to be on the food review page for Hanshi Festival?

Go dream!

After saying this, Cao Pingzhi turned and left.

Although he was only considered middle class in Xingluo City, due to the nature of his profession, he was a VIP in every restaurant and had long since developed a spoiled habit. How could he stand this attitude?

Watching Cao Pingzhi storm off in anger, Qi Han shook his head.

It's a pity, the rewards for this limited-time mission were quite good, but it seems we won't be able to get them now.

Never mind, I'll definitely do it next time.

Thinking of this, Qi Han smiled and said, "Thank you all for your support!"

"Mr. Qi, you're too kind. You treat all customers equally. I, Old Li, would like to offer you a toast." A customer at another table raised his bottle of Qinan juice and made a toasting gesture towards Qi Han.

Who among the diners who are willing to spend money to eat at the Cold Food Festival doesn't know about Shijian?

They are well aware of the behavior of the food critics during rating week, and restaurants are practically treating these critics like local emperors in an effort to please them, which has long been a source of dissatisfaction for ordinary diners.

Seeing that Qi Han ignored Cao Pingzhi, all the diners felt very pleased.

In this situation, how could one not drink a hearty cup...

What about Qinan juice?

"A glass of Qinan juice, please!"

"I want me too!"

"I'll have a drink too!"

Qin Yue was overwhelmed with work for a while.

Qi Han smiled as he looked at the dining area in front of him, silently pondering.

Shouldn't we also arrange for a two-star drink?

...

The atmosphere during the Cold Food Festival was not affected at all by Cao Pingzhi's angry departure. However, after leaving the Cold Food Festival, Cao Pingzhi felt uneasy and resentful.

He walked straight into Fenglai Pavilion, and Zhao Fenglai immediately welcomed him in with utmost respect.

This is the last night for the rating, and the food reviews are due tomorrow. Zhao Fenglai just wanted to find an opportunity to ask Cao Pingzhi how he rated the Cold Food Festival.

Although he had already given her the jade, Zhao Fenglai still couldn't sleep well these past few days, tossing and turning, fearing that something unexpected might happen.