Zhu Qiqi and Song Mingming were also busy at the moment, and when they heard the quarrel, they quickly walked over and spoke angrily.

"So you're the one who wanted to spend a hundred bucks to buy our formula."

"Tsk tsk, you are really ugly but have beautiful dreams. How can you be so imaginative?"

Song Mingming: "One hundred yuan? Do you know how many bowls we can sell in a day? We can earn back your one hundred yuan in a few days! It's not even the advertising fee!"

Chef Zhao clenched his fists tightly, grunted, glanced around, then strode over and threatened in a low voice.

"I'm warning you, don't be too greedy. Be careful or you'll end up with nothing, and even your wonton stall won't be able to keep it."

Gu Qingcheng smiled.

She hated threats the most in her life.

But in Chef Zhao's eyes, he just thought she was afraid.

Chef Zhao: "If you are afraid, it's not too late to give me the secret recipe now. One hundred dollars is not a small amount. If you go against me, I will make sure you don't make a penny!"

Gu Qingcheng approached, curled his lips and smiled: "Then I really want to see what you have that makes me get nothing."

Chef Zhao was furious: "I will make you pay!"

Chef Zhao turned around and left, pointing at Gu Qingcheng and yelling, "Everyone, come and take a look! Look at this wonton stand, what kind of crap is it! It's so dirty, aren't they afraid of killing people with their wontons?"

There was an honest middle-aged man next to him, who was stunned by his sudden rebuke.

Looking at the wontons in my bowl, I became worried. Could it be that these wontons were really not clean?

More and more people gathered around to watch the fun, pointing and talking at Chef Zhao.

Looking at the wontons in my bowl, I became worried. Could it be that these wontons were really not clean?

More and more people gathered around to watch the fun, pointing and talking at Chef Zhao.

"I've been eating wontons these past two days, and I don't feel sick. Is this guy here to cause trouble?"

"Probably not. I know this chef. He works for a state-owned restaurant. Why would a chef from a state-owned restaurant bother with the owner of a stall?"

"Yeah, I think there's nothing wrong with this wonton. Let's not eat it."

Everyone was skeptical. Of course, there were also a few troublemakers who couldn't stand seeing Gu Qingcheng's business being so popular and wanted to say a few sour words.

Gu Qingcheng was dressed neatly today, with two pigtails, which was very much in style of this era.

She curled her lips and smiled, "Everyone has the ability to distinguish right from wrong. I have been working here for such a long time, but has anyone ever said that eating wontons has health problems?"

Everyone was stunned, and after thinking about it, they realized that there really was no problem.

Someone who often comes to Gu Qingcheng to eat wontons stood up and spoke.

"I've eaten here more than a dozen times, and there has never been a problem. Not only that, the boss is also very considerate and always gives me a few more wontons, which is very humane."

"The manager of this store is the best in Fudan University. He is a good student and a good person. He always makes wontons in front of us. There is no way there can be any problem!"

"But this Chef Zhao, could it be that he can't make food that tastes so good and comes here to slander others?"

Gu Qingcheng curled his lips and smiled, then glanced at the comrade who said this.

I have to say, comrade, you have uncovered the truth.

Chef Zhao narrowed his eyes. Of course, it was impossible for him to do it so easily.

Glancing back, he looked for help.