"You!" Feng Gong was livid, so angry his head throbbed.
He couldn't even remember how many times he had lost his temper today. Ever since stepping into the restaurant, it had been one thing after another.
Qin Hai quickly shot Feng Gong a look, stopping him before he could fly off the handle. "Then we'll have to ask Boss Mo to give us a diagnosis," he said.
Mo Qi rolled his eyes. "This is a restaurant, not a clinic. If you want a diagnosis, go find a physician yourself!"
Are you kidding me?
'I'm a chef, not a doctor. I can make Medicinal Cuisine, sure. But diagnose illnesses? Are you insulting my profession?'
Qin Hai said, "We're willing to pay a consultation fee."
"Hahaha! Uh, Gu Peng, what are you waiting for? Hurry and make some tea for our distinguished guests!" Mo Qi's face split into a grin in an instant. "It's a flat rate. One hundred Immortal Level Spirit Medicines per person for the consultation."
Gu Peng was speechless.
