When they arrived at the hotel, Meng Fei saw Qiu Bo sitting on the steps as soon as he got out of the car.
At this time, Qiubo was sitting on the steps at the door with a sad face, smoking a cigarette.
Seeing Meng Fei coming, he quickly threw away the cigarette in his hand, the sad expression on his face disappeared, and he waved at Meng Fei excitedly.
"Dog! This! This!"
Meng Fei walked over with a smile, put his arm around Qiu Bo's shoulders, and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, how come you've lost weight? Did you stay up late? You have dark circles under your eyes, you're almost a national treasure."
Qiubo twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a wry smile: "Well, I'll tell you when we eat later. Come on, let's go into the house first. I tell you, this Sichuan restaurant is quite authentic, especially their boiled pork slices, which are amazing!" With that, the two of them went into the house.
Lao Qiubo seemed to be a regular here. When the boss saw him coming, he hurried forward to entertain him and arranged a single room with elegant decoration and Trump style.
Qiubo ordered six dishes at once, but Meng Fei rejected two of them.
The two of them couldn't eat that much, it was a complete waste.
"Would you like to have something to drink at noon?" Qiu Bo asked with a smirk on his face.
"What are you drinking? I still have to drive."
"Oh, if it doesn't work, just stay overnight. Why rush?"
"No, a father and daughter came to my place to buy ginseng a few days ago. I brought them to the town today and have to go back in the afternoon. Besides, where are my little animals? If I don't go back, they will definitely cause trouble."
Seeing Meng Fei's insistence, Qiu Bo stopped persuading him. He gave Meng Fei a bottle of Dayao and opened a bottle of Climb to Heaven for himself.
Soon the waiter brought four dishes to the table, namely boiled pork slices, mapo tofu, fish-flavored pork shreds and spicy chicken cubes.
"Wow! You are quite good at eating. These are all authentic Sichuan dishes." Meng Fei said with a smile.
"Hehe, that's right! I'm a very picky person, I don't eat ordinary things, come and try it, I guarantee you'll be satisfied with the taste!"
As she spoke, Qiubo took the lead in scooping a spoonful of Mapo Tofu, mixed it with the rice, and began to gobble it up.
Seeing Qiubo eating so happily, Meng Fei also felt hungry and picked up a piece of boiled pork and put it into his mouth.
Just after chewing, Meng Fei's face changed instantly. Since he obtained "Culinary Mastery", his sense of taste and smell has also been greatly improved.
The moment the meat slice entered his mouth, he instantly caught a whiff of an indescribable sour and stinky smell. Even with the addition of many spices, it could not escape Meng Fei's taste buds.
"Qiubo! Stop eating!" Meng Fei said with a gloomy face.
Qiubo was stunned by what Meng Fei said, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong? Is it spicy? I remember you can eat spicy food. How come you still taste...?"
Qiubo said this while putting some food into his mouth, but before he could finish his words, Meng Fei responded with three words.
“Gutter oil!”
“What!!!!” Qiu Bo stood up suddenly, a look of disbelief on his face.
“Stop kidding, I’ve come to this restaurant many times. How could such delicious food be spiced with gutter oil?” Although he couldn’t believe it, he still spat the food in his mouth onto the plate in front of him.
"Look at this oil. It is not as clear and bright as the soybean oil or rapeseed oil we usually eat. If you look closely, you will see that there are many black impurities in this oil.
And look at the color of this oil, normal oil is light yellow, but this is golden yellow. This is an artificially added colorant, so that it can be indistinguishable from the real thing!
And let me ask you, did you feel a sour taste when you ate it?"
Hearing this, Qiubo's face became darker and darker, and he quickly said, "There is a sour taste. I asked the boss's wife about it at the beginning. She said that they have improved the Sichuan cuisine at this time to make the customers eat more refreshing."
"That's right, the oil used in this store must be gutter oil."
Qiu Bo's face became very gloomy, he clenched his fists tightly, his heart filled with anger.
"Fuck it!!!" Qiu Bo could no longer control his emotions. He slammed the table and stood up, letting out an angry roar.
"I've eaten gutter oil so many times!" Qiu Bo shouted angrily.
Meng Fei quickly pulled him to sit down, "Keep your voice down, don't make a big fuss."
"I'm going to go and argue with them!" Qiubo said as he was about to rush out.
"Don't worry." Meng Fei comforted, "We need evidence, otherwise they won't admit it."
"What should we do then?" Qiu Bo asked anxiously.
Meng Fei thought for a moment and said, "Well, you pretend to pay the bill first and ask the boss lady what she wants to say. I'll sneak into the kitchen to take a look."
Qiubo nodded, got up and went to the bar to pay the bill, while Meng Fei took the opportunity to slip into the kitchen.
The chef was not in the kitchen at that time. As soon as Meng Fei entered the kitchen, he found a bucket of gutter oil at the bottom of the cupboard.
"It's indeed gutter oil!" Meng Fei cursed in his heart, quietly took out his mobile phone to take a picture, scooped out a little in a small bowl, and then returned to the private room.
After a while, Qiubo came back after paying the bill.
"How is it?" Meng Fei asked.
"After paying the bill, I asked the boss lady why the dishes were sour recently. She said that this dish was a modified version of Sichuan cuisine and vinegar was added specially. I asked her if there was something wrong with the oil, but she refused to admit it!" Qiu Bo said angrily.
"It's okay, we have solid evidence." Meng Fei showed Qiu Bo the gutter oil he had just scooped out.
Qiubo only took a closer look and smelled a strong sour odor that instantly rushed into his nostrils, madly eroding his olfactory nerves.
"Ugh~ It's so stinky~ Ugh~" As if remembering all the dishes he had eaten in his house, Qiu Bo couldn't hold it in any longer. He leaned over the corner of the table and vomited out all the food he had just eaten. Meng Fei even saw the noodles that had not been digested in the morning.
Meng Fei really couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he turned around and called the town health bureau and told them the whole story.
At this time, the door of the single room was pushed open, and a beautiful woman walked in from outside. She was the proprietress of this store.
"Ouch, little brother, I miscalculated the bill just now and shortchanged you by 30 yuan. I'm so sorry..."
The proprietress was halfway through her words when she froze in place, staring at the gutter oil on the table. Her face began to turn gloomy, and then she walked out of the room without saying a word.
A few minutes later, the door of the room was kicked open, and a fat man with a chef's hat and a greasy body rushed in. Obviously, he was the chef of this restaurant.
The chef held a kitchen knife in his hand, pointed at Meng Fei and the others and shouted, "Damn it! You two little bastards, you were the ones who got into the kitchen just now! You didn't even look where you were when you were looking for trouble!!"
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