Who gave you permission to refine demons like this?

"Mr. Lin, please feel free to speak your mind."

"Does your restaurant only use beef?"

"Of course, unlike other shops that mix in other meats to pass off as beef, mine is all genuine beef."

"How do you process the offal like tripe, intestines, and lungs?"

"Nobody wants those things. They're worthless in Slaughterhouse Lane. They smell terrible, so most people just feed them to dogs."

Lin Sheng slapped his thigh: "What a waste, Manager Zhang!"

Shopkeeper Zhang was startled by Lin Sheng's sudden action and asked uncertainly, "What good thing is this?"

"Of course it's good stuff!"

Shopkeeper Zhang looked completely incredulous.

If it were good stuff, how come I didn't know about it after selling beef for over ten years?

Lin Sheng understood Manager Zhang's concerns, since those wastes, if not properly treated, certainly didn't seem like edible things.

But who is Lin Sheng? He grew up in a country of gourmet food. Not to mention offal like beef heart and lungs, every part of a cow has been analyzed clearly by "old foodies".

The marrow inside those bones could be used to make several dishes!

So he said, "In my hometown... there are people there who are very good at cooking beef, and even better at cooking offal."

This offal doesn't look good and has a strong smell, but it's actually a perfect match for your spicy soup.

Not only will it help you do good deeds better, but it will also save you costs so you can keep doing it. We can't let people who do good deeds feel discouraged.

You just need to do this...

Then Lin Sheng told Manager Zhang everything about the beef offal. When he heard that spices were used to mask the fishy smell, Manager Zhang nodded in agreement.

Manager Zhang, who was in the beef business, understood that this was possible, since offal was much cheaper than beef, and some was even free.

Even with added spices, it only requires three iron pots, which significantly reduces the overall cost.

"And you can also bring those beef bones back, boil them into soup, add them to the pot, and the flavor will be rich and nourishing."

"As long as the proportions are right, you won't need to use too many spices, and your restaurant might even see more customers."

Manager Zhang listened intently. He hadn't expected that offal could be used in this way, but he was still a little worried.

He confirmed, "Is it really possible to make cow offal like this? This is the first time I've ever heard of it."

"Why would I lie to you, Manager Zhang? Just try it. If it doesn't work, come to me. I'll compensate you for the loss."

"What are you saying, Master Lin? I won't let you pay. I'll try your method later."

If it really works out, I'll have to thank you properly, Mr. Lin!

As a chef by trade, Manager Zhang could naturally distinguish which cooking methods were nonsense and which were true. Lin Sheng's words sounded very likely to be true, and seemed like a method that couldn't be wrong.

This method is known among chefs as a "recipe" or "secret recipe," and it is not something that can be easily passed on. But now Lin Sheng has shared it with me so easily.

He secretly remembered this kindness.

"Does this recipe have a name, Master Lin?"

Manager Zhang asked, expressing his interest in this method that could both save costs and maintain business.

Seeing the look in Zhang's eyes, Lin Sheng knew that the other party had something in mind, so he said, "You can call it Red Soup Beef Offal."

"Hey, that's a great name, very fitting!"

As the two were talking happily, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the door, drawing people's attention.

"Mr. Lin, don't move. I'll go check first. I guess it's just some people cutting in line and causing trouble again."

"OK."

Manager Zhang got up and walked outside, while Lin Sheng beckoned to the shop assistant at the counter.

The waiter approached and bowed, asking, "Master Lin, what are your orders?"

"Put ten taels of silver on my account, and consider it as ten taels to cover your three coins for a full meal. I didn't bring any money with me today, so I'll give it to you when I come back another day."

The waiter was startled upon hearing this: "This...this isn't my responsibility."

"You don't need to worry about it. Just tell Manager Zhang and I'll put it on my tab. I'll get it for you later. Don't worry, I won't give you credit."

"Master Lin, that's not what I meant, but why bother? You've already given me three coins today, which is enough to eat for several days."

The man wasn't afraid that Lin Sheng was lying, not only because of Lin Sheng and his group's good reputation, but also because there was still a lot of money left in the ledger.

He was completely baffled, having never encountered such a situation before, and didn't understand what Lin Sheng was planning.

Is it because you have too much money and nowhere to spend it?

"People only feel alive when they are full. It's not easy for anyone in this cold weather, so consider this my treat to a meal."

The waiter stared at Lin Sheng in a daze. This was the first time he had ever encountered a cultivator like this. In previous years, cultivators who didn't owe money were already considered good customers, let alone cultivators who would pay extra.

"Master Lin, you have the heart of a bodhisattva. You will surely become a great immortal in the future."

"There are no gods or immortals. If they really exist, they only eat the incense offerings of the people and are supported by them."

"Wait until I leave before you talk to Manager Zhang. If I tell him, he definitely won't agree. If he causes you trouble, just say it was my request."

"Don't worry, I'll explain it to the shopkeeper. No need for you to trouble yourself, Master Lin."

After the agreement was made, Lin Sheng was about to get up and leave when he heard pots and pans being smashed and people screaming outside.

Looking over quickly, they saw a person dressed in gray tight-fitting clothes standing on an overturned iron pot, with three other people dressed similarly standing behind him, laughing disdainfully.

The red broth and beef in the pot were spilled everywhere, and there were broken rice bowls and chopsticks on the ground, and the rice was covered with dust.

Manager Zhang was being supported by someone, his face flushed, his finger trembling as he pointed at the other party, while the laborers who had stood up for him were beaten to the ground, clutching their stomachs.

"What's wrong? We're giving you the chance to buy Bao Zhi, and you're not taking it? So many people want to buy it but can't."

"He has money to spend on these poor people, but he doesn't even think about taking care of himself. Manager Zhang is really a living Buddha."

"You! You all...!"

Manager Zhang trembled, but could only swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"Alright, a laborer is a laborer. There's no need to eat so well. As long as he can still move around, that's enough."

He took two fruits out of his pocket and threw them on the ground. The fruits rolled down in front of Manager Zhang. The man raised his chin and said, "We don't want much, just forty taels. Isn't that cheap? These are good things for prolonging life."

We ourselves wouldn't even use it.

Manager Zhang remained silent, only staring at the other party while breathing heavily.

The people around remained silent; everyone knew the difference between cultivators and mortals.

"No comment? Then I'll take that as a yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he lunged forward, reaching out to grab Manager Zhang by the neck, ready to forcibly demand the money.

Manager Zhang felt a strong gust of wind rushing towards his face, and he was terrified.

However, he saw that the hand that was attacking him was held down by a larger hand. In his panic, he looked up and saw that it was Lin Sheng, who had just been sitting in the shop.

"Forest......."

Before Manager Zhang could even utter a shout, he was interrupted by a violent yell.

"You bastard! How dare you stop your grandpa!"

The man exerted force with his arm, trying to pull back his hand as if it were a claw, but he found that he could not pull it out.

"So we're kindred spirits. I wonder which school you belong to?"

If it's someone from another dojo, just say so politely, and we'll leave without disturbing your business.

Lin Sheng stared coldly at the thin man he had grabbed. Although the man didn't look strong, he could feel the muscles in the man's arms, indicating that he had clearly taken care of himself.

"The cultivation method is passable, but... it lacks profound qi."

Lin Sheng stared at the other party: "Apologize obediently and pay compensation, otherwise none of you will leave here today."

"Apologize and pay compensation? Fellow Daoist, you're dreaming in broad daylight."

If we've disturbed your enjoyment, we'll leave on our own. Otherwise, stop wasting your breath! If you're capable, come in person...

"Crack!"

Lin Sheng didn't say much and went straight to the numbers.

The high-value right hand, obtained from absorbing precious essence, gripped the opponent to prevent escape, while the high-value left hand swung down with a punch, breaking the opponent's arm in the blink of an eye.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

With a scream, before the three people behind him could react, she swung her leg and kicked the man away.

"Bang!"

It crashed straight into the ground with a heavy thud, blood gushing from its body, spreading and staining the ground red, lying there half-dead.

"I'll say it again: apologize and then pay compensation."

"We won't ask for much, just fifty taels, isn't that cheap enough?"