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Chapter 55
Gourmet Gala, Zone B.
Looking at the crowded crowd in the distance, Jiang Zhe twirled his fingers unconsciously, his heart was beating rapidly—the center of the crowd, the teams headed by the famous Mr. Hong and Milos, were working togetherTasting the delicacies launched by various merchants at the grand ceremony, they were followed by reporters from City A TV station and major newspapers.
It was only the day before yesterday that Jiang Zhe learned the exact list of judges. For this reason, he even asked Master Tian, who was originally staying in Jixianglou, to put down his work and bring his specialty vegetables to the market.
This is their great opportunity. If Mr. Hong or Milos can say even one good word, he already has a complete plan for the next headlines and advertisements.
Jiang Deyong, who heard the news, hurried over on crutches, and when he arrived at the scene, he hurriedly asked, "Jiang Zhe, how is it?"
Jiang Zhe turned around and helped Jiang Deyong's arm: "Grandpa, don't worry. They probably won't be here in ten minutes. Don't walk too fast, pay attention to your body."
Jiang Deyong looked at the team that was still some distance away from the Jixiang Tower, and exhaled.He recalled the news he just heard on the phone, and asked, "Did they go to Zhenwei Restaurant just now?"
"Well, yes." Jiang Zhe couldn't help laughing when he heard the name of the Zhenwei Restaurant, "The Zhenwei Restaurant has made a big fool of himself."
Jiang Deyong: "I heard that Jia Yang was carried down, what happened?"
Jiang Zhe explained: "Their main dish today is Honey Juice Fire Fang, which is actually quite good. Mr. Hong ate a whole piece, and Milos didn't say anything else. But that guy Jia Yang insisted on letting Milos try it."His other dish, after Milos tasted it, not only said it was mediocre, but also asked Jia Yang if he really made that honey sauce fire recipe. He didn’t seem to have that kind of skill. Jia Yang couldn’t hold back immediatelyHe stopped, and was helped aside by his little apprentice."
Thinking of the embarrassing scene at that time, Jiang Zhe almost laughed out loud, Jiang Deyong couldn't help twitching his mouth when he heard that: "Hehe, that guy Jia Yang is useless, let Feng Pingfeng worry about it."
"By the way, how are we preparing?" Jiang Deyong asked, turning around to look at the layout of Jixiang Building.
Knowing the fame of their Jiang family, the organizer also set up the largest independent booth for them at the food festival, covering an area of 80 square meters.In the booth, the operating table was polished and a dozen well-trained chefs in white uniforms were working hard. Under their hands, delicacies with complete color, fragrance and taste were produced one after another.
The outside of the booth is surrounded by diners who have long admired the reputation of Jixianglou. There are not only food lovers who are purely newcomers, but also industry insiders who are trying to negotiate cooperation with them-food suppliers, kitchen utensils merchants, advertisers, and evenYu food bloggers and so on, all want to rely on their Jiang family to get a share of the pie.
Looking at this lively scene, Jiang Deyong felt that the gloom that had been stuck in his chest for several days dissipated a little.
Jiang Zhe waited for his grandfather to put on the sanitary clothes, and helped him to go in: "Master Hong likes Hunan cuisine. I asked Master Tian to change it into crispy duck with marinated rice. You have improved this recipe, so it should be good. And this is Mr. Hong.Maybe he will be pleased with his hometown cuisine. As for Milos, he has not shown any special preference for food, but I think he should not be able to say anything in the face of Master Tian's craftsmanship."
"Yes." Jiang Deyong was satisfied with his grandson's arrangement, and asked again, "Where's Mi Ting?"
Jiang Zhe lowered his voice: "Mi Ting cooks spicy dishes, I'm worried that those foreigners won't be used to them, why don't you eat her first?"
Jiang Deyong pondered for a while, then nodded.
Jiang Zhe winked at the assistant next to him. When he looked up, his eyes widened slightly and his back tensed: "Grandpa, they are here!"
In the distance, the reviewers seemed to have tasted another restaurant. The scene was not noisy, and even a little strangely quiet. This quietness made Jiang Zhe silently light a stick of wax for the owner of the restaurant.
It is estimated that it was also planted there.
But at the same time, Jiang Zhe was slightly delighted—until now, reviewers have not given any favorable comments to any restaurant, which means that Jixianglou will be the most unique.
The team surrounded by reporters and onlookers turned their heads and came towards them.The diners who had gathered around the Jixiang Building also made exclamations of surprise when they saw this, and all of them looked excited.
Walking at the front of the team were Chairman Zhao and the security personnel who opened the way for them.Chairman Zhao tilted his head, and communicated enthusiastically with the distinguished guests next to him, with a bright smile on his face, but when he looked closely, he could find beads of sweat on his forehead.
"This is the signboard of our city A, the Jixiang Tower, which can be regarded as the top level here." President Zhao greeted.
Liu Yuanmao had made preparations, and now he pointed to the plaque of Jixiang Building and the billboard in front of the booth that marked the history of Jixiang Building, and introduced them to Milos and others fluently in foreign languages.
"Welcome." Jiang Deyong leaned on a cane to meet him, "Mr. Hong, long time no see."
The Jiang family has been at its peak in the catering industry for so many years, and the gourmets and industry insiders present at the scene have naturally found opportunities to taste the Jiang family's dishes.Mr. Hong looked at Jiang Deyong's face and recalled: "I ate your food here three years ago. The fish-flavored shredded pork dish is quite remarkable."
Hearing this, Jiang Deyong's face became hot with pride, and President Zhao next to him also breathed out calmly.
Well, finally found one that might satisfy VIPs.
Seeing the scene where Mr. Hong was talking with Jiang Deyong, Milos raised his eyebrows with great interest: "What about the food, I want to try your food."
Jiang Zhe hurriedly greeted him, and someone immediately brought up dishes: "Our main dish today is crispy duck with marinated seeds."
The long white porcelain plate is about half a meter long, and it is dotted with exquisite food carvings. In the center of the porcelain plate, the crispy duck has been cut into squares of almost the same size, and they are regularly arranged on the plate.The crispy duck is based on shredded duck meat and shredded fatty pork, covered with fried egg batter and sprinkled with fried sesame seeds.The whole dish is golden and bright, and if you get closer, you can smell the charming aroma of several ingredients fried.
Jiang Zhe introduced: "After my grandfather found the recipe, he worked so hard to improve it, and now it is also Master Tian's specialty."
A slightly fat master stood aside, with a slightly smug expression on his face.
Nearby, Chairman Zhao and Liu Yuanmao couldn't help swallowing, waiting for the food critics whose books were the protagonists to move their chopsticks first.
However, Mr. Hong stood where he was and didn't move. On the billboard in front of Jixianglou's stall, their introduction of today's dishes was printed, and there was no crispy duck with sesame seeds in these introductions.
Mr. Hong asked, "Isn't your main course today Mapo Tofu?"
Jiang Zhe was suddenly embarrassed, he was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "We have changed the recipe, but this billboard has not been changed yet."
The main course was originally Sichuan cuisine, but now there is a Hunan cuisine, and Mr. Hong is from Hunan, and he loves the taste of his hometown every day.
The meaning here was easily figured out by those present who knew a little bit about the situation, and many people began to whisper.
The corner of Milos' mouth hooked up, he seemed to have found a good show.
Mr. Hong pursed his lips, glanced at the red-faced Jiang Zhe, and grabbed his chopsticks without saying anything, "Then let me try it."
The reviewers around began to taste it one after another.
Although there is such a small embarrassment, the production of Jixianglou is very good after all.The crispy duck egg batter is crispy, and the shredded pork is tender and mellow. Many food critics are full of praise. Even a few foreigners who are with Milos are chatting with each other in a low voice, nodding while talking.
"What do you guys think?" Chairman Zhao looked at the reviewers who tasted the food expectantly. This is almost the food that is most likely to make these picky gourmets nod today.
However, Mr. Hong only ate a piece of duck and put down his chopsticks.
He pondered for a while, then raised his head and looked at Jiang Deyong: "Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Deyong nervously took the first two steps: "Say it."
Mr. Hong: "This dish is actually quite good. The recipe is quite satisfactory, and it can be considered superior. But in all fairness, it is not as amazing as the fish-flavored shredded pork dish three years ago. You are the inheritance of Sichuan cuisine, and you are the best at Sichuan cuisine. This crispy dishDuck, compared to your previous level, it's still a bit worse."
Mr. Hong's comments were polite and sincere, but to the ears of those present, it was no less than a slap in the face of the Jiang family.
This is simply flattering on the horse's leg...
According to Mr. Hong's taste, he cooked Hunan cuisine, but the other party pointed it out in person - why don't you use your own specialty dishes.
Jiang Deyong was embarrassed, his thin cheeks were flushed, but facing Mr. Hong, he could only nod: "You are right."
Chairman Zhao was simply confused by this turning point. Originally, he had specially greeted the reporters behind the team, and was waiting to record the hard-won praise comments, but he didn't expect to wait for this sentence.
This Jiang family, how good is it to cook their own specialties?Not the whole thing.
Next to him, the little reporter who was summoned looked at him shyly, and asked in a low voice, "President, what you said just now is to report this sentence..."
"Report your head, pretend you didn't hear it." Chairman Zhao said quickly.
President Zhao really wanted to take people away from this embarrassing scene quickly, but after Mr. Hong finished commenting, the other commentators hadn't spoken yet.In order to show respect, Chairman Zhao could only continue to ask: "Mr. Milos, what do you think?"
Liu Yuanmao translated this sentence for him.
Milos put down the chopsticks in his hand: "All I can say is that it is mediocre. The standard may not even be as high as your side dishes." He pointed to other dishes on the operating table, "I am not the best at dishes,Serving it to the customers you want to please is your mistake."
"..."
Chairman Zhao's head was getting bigger. When Milos said this, the familiar little reporters around him stopped in fright, but he couldn't control the gossip media not far away. He noticed that some people were excitedly filmingLook at the picture here.
The largest store in city A, flattered and overturned, was ridiculed instead, what a material!
Jiang Deyong's face was pale and trembling, he didn't know what to say, he didn't know a foreign language, but the people next to him translated Milos' words clearly.
Jiang Zhe wished he could just find a hole and get in.
In the Jixiang Building, every employee's expression was ugly.
Ten meters away, Mi Ting clenched her fists and looked at the situation in front of her with complicated eyes.On her hand was the removed mapo tofu.The tofu is tender and crispy, but it is no longer boiling hot.
Milos glanced at it and found that a chef not far away had dishes similar to those on the billboard. The white tofu cubes were covered with oily red sauce.
He turned his head and asked, "What about the main dish on your billboard? Is that your best dish?"
"The one on the billboard...that's a very spicy dish, you may not be used to it. We...we're not ready." Jiang Zhe said hesitantly, he began to regret it, but there was nothing he could do—he made peopleThe mapo tofu on the stove was removed in advance, the dish was still a semi-finished product, and now it was cooked again, the taste would definitely not meet the requirements of the gourmets in front of us.
Milos raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on the female chef in the distance: "Are you really not ready?"
Mi Ting stood still.
Jiang Zhe nodded: "Really, I'm very sorry."
Milos looked back and shrugged: "There is no need to apologize, here, it is you who deserve to be pity."
...
The food tasting team left the booth of Jixianglou silently.After all, the people present were all big shots, and they had no interest in making trouble. Seeing the ugly expressions of the Jiang family, they didn't say anything more.
Chairman Zhao's back was numb from the familiar silence.
Another defeat!
The Zhenwei Pavilion and the Jixiang Building collapsed one after another, and President Zhao was so worried that his head was getting big. If there is no delicious food that can conquer these people present, then the food festival he is in charge of will become the first joke of the beginning of the year.
He even invited these hard-to-serve guys himself!
President Zhao noticed that the expressions of the reporters following were different, and some local newspapers were full of worry. After all, what was recorded just now was not easy to report-the city A was ashamed.Others looked excited, with "fight, fight" vaguely written on their faces.
Milos said: "President Zhao, was it the top level in your grand ceremony just now?"
President Zhao came back to his senses, and hurriedly found the stairs for himself: "Auspicious Building...is indeed one of the best in Province A, but food, everyone has their own tastes, it's so easy to tell the difference between the first and the second..."
Milos was noncommittal and asked, "Is there anything else you want us to taste?"
Chairman Zhao hesitated for a while, and grabbed the next straw from his mind.
Chairman Zhao: "Wang Pinlou! Wang Pinlou is also one of our signatures. The three generations of the Wang family have been very famous in our city. Moreover, the youngest son of Wang Hechang is also very talented, and he can almost inherit it.father's mantle."
Mr. Hong raised his eyebrows: "Wang Jianian?"
President Zhao: "Yes, yes, you know him?"
"Three years ago, when he was twenty years old, he was making innovative dishes at his father's stall." Mr. Hong recalled, shaking his head with a complex expression, "The taste is too uncoordinated, mess around."
Chairman Zhao: "..."
On the side, Milos's interest suddenly rose: "Wangpinlou? I think I can try it."
When the noise came, Wang Jianian was carefully placing the prepared sauerkraut on the bottom of the plate. After the arrangement, the fish soup in the pot next to it was also boiling just right.Using his forearm, he lightly lifted the soup pot in the fire, tilted it slightly, and the hot soup and fish fillets fell hot on the sauerkraut.
Immediately afterwards, he quickly sautéed the spices and peppers in another pot, and with a sound of "呲啦", the oil splashed on the boiling fish soup, and a hot and strong aroma burst out instantly, mixed with a very strong aroma.Spice notes with a personal touch.
Green peppercorns, wild salamanders, pickled red peppers... The green and red peppers are stacked on top of the soft and tender fish fillets. Just one glance makes people feel their tongues start to hurt, but the strong aroma attracts peopleCan't stop approaching.
President Zhao's eyes lit up when he smelled the fragrance.
The smell in his nasal cavity seemed to be even more fragrant than what he usually smelled when he went to Wang Pinlou.
Wang Hechang stood aside, didn't do anything, just watched Wang Jianian's movements with a serious expression.When he noticed President Zhao and his party coming, he nodded politely.
"Mr. Hong." Wang Hechang also recognized the person in front of him.
When Mr. Hong saw the young man in front of him, he couldn't help but relax his brows. Wang Jianian's brows and eyes were full of complacency, but it was not annoying - it was a kind of chef's confidence in his craft.
Wang Jianian brought the sauerkraut fish to Mr. Hong and smiled, "Uncle Hong, try it."
Chairman Zhao listened, and sweated a little. Calling this title immediately brought the seniority closer.
Mr. Hong didn't say anything, he raised his chopsticks to taste as he said, and the reviewers nearby also picked up their chopsticks.
For a while, there were endless praises.
"It's so spicy, so spicy, but it's so fragrant! This spice is perfectly matched, and it's worthy of the true biography of Mr. Wang!"
"To be honest, it may be that the green is better than the blue because of the blue. I have never experienced this taste. There are eight kinds of peppers here."
"The fish fillet is so smooth and tender, it feels like it will melt away when you twist your tongue!"
Wang Jianian listened, and the color in his eyebrows became more serious. He raised his eyebrows at Mr. Hong: "Uncle Hong, what do you think?"
Mr. Hong ate two slices, put down his chopsticks, and nodded lightly: "It's at Hechang's level, especially...it's much better than yours three years ago. But it's too spicy, and my stomach can't stand it when I'm old.I won't continue to eat."
Mr. Hong had this concern, but other reviewers did not, and many even filled an extra bowl.
Chairman Zhao exhaled calmly, feeling that his hanging heart had finally let go a little. He planned to ask Milos for his opinion according to the procedure, but when he raised his head, he saw... Milos with a strange expression,Looking at Wang Jianian.
Milos: "This is the dish you refused me and came back to cook?"
The nearby ears suddenly stiffened.
Have an inside story?
Chairman Zhao looked at Wang Jianian blankly. He knew that the youngest son of the Wang family came back after studying abroad, and Wang Hechang had even bragged about it in his circle of friends—someone hired his son as a chef with a million-year salary.
Wang Jianian was a little surprised that Milos appeared here, but overall he was quite calm. He had already rejected the other party once: "Yes. This is my family business. I explained it to you. I hope you understand."
When Milos heard this, he chuckled lightly.Chairman Zhao's scalp immediately began to tingle, and then he heard the picky gourmet say: "In this dish, there is something I admire very much—your unique style. However, in my opinion, it is not as good as yours at that time.The dishes cooked in my restaurant are amazing. You are a chef, do you have to give up your specialty and run back to your small home? Your ambition disappoints me."
Wang Jianian was annoyed: "Why do you say that?"
Milos said: "Your sauerkraut fish is very fragrant, and the blending of various spices really took a lot of effort. But... what about the fish? What about the original flavor of the fish? You ignored it. It became the foil for your spices. IRemember, there is a master who cooks pickled fish in the south, do you dare to serve this dish in front of him?"
Wang Jianian was taken aback when he listened.
He looked at old man Hong who was on the side, but old man Hong didn't speak.
He suddenly remembered that Mr. Hong's evaluation of him just now was: much better than three years ago.
But what he did three years ago is shit.
Wang Jianian frowned tightly.
Milos looked at his expression, raised his lips, and continued: "Your family business is just something you use to make money. It's also making money. If you do it with me, I can make you earn more."
Wang Jianian came back to his senses and felt his temples throbbing. He gritted his teeth and said, "Milos, don't think that you can buy everything with money. My ambition is to pursue delicious food, not just a job——"
Milos: "Eight million."
Milos: "Plus an additional 30 million investment - you can open a store in your own name, just make sure that the investor is me. However, you have to do what you are good at, not what you are doing now."
wipe……
Wang Jianian clenched his fists.
The people next to him who understood what Milos was saying were instantly shocked...
Wang Jianian was still angry at first, but suddenly he felt a little weak.
What the hell, it turns out that he is not indifferent, if the other party gives enough...
no.
Wang Jianian refused with difficulty: "I already...have a job, signed a contract, and I am responsible to my current boss. Moreover, the dishes I want to cook now are also my own."
"Boss? Is it your father?" Milos looked puzzled at the old man standing next door.
"No." Wang Jianian shook his head.
"No matter who it is." Milos said again, "I am confident that his investment in you, his status in the catering industry, his taste and vision, will hardly surpass me."
Wang Jianian moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something.
At this moment, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted in the distance. All the people present looked over there. A few tens of meters away, many diners gathered there. Those people were not affected by the media and comment activities here at all.Attracted, they seem to be completely occupied by the food in front of them.
"What's going on there?" In the queue, the reporters and food reviewers all looked around blankly.
"... Fragrance." Milos raised his eyes and looked at a passing girl more than ten meters away - she was holding a paper bowl in her hand, and the fragrance came from there.
As the girl passed by, dozens of pairs of eyes in the team were all on her body.The girl seemed to have noticed something, looked back, hairs all over immediately, and quickly walked away with her best friend on her arm.
"What's in her hand?" asked the brown-haired, blue-eyed foreigner.
Mr. Hong raised his head slightly, he concentrated on sniffing the fragrance, and as the girl walked away, the scent gradually dissipated in the wind.
Seeing this, Wang Jianian raised his eyebrows slightly: "Milos, aren't you curious, who is my boss?"
Milos looked at him: "Why, have you changed your mind?"
Wang Jianian: "No, I suddenly decided, I want to take you to see and see."
The team changed direction and began to move forward.
Chairman Zhao followed for a few steps before suddenly remembering - isn't that location Feng Qianguan?!
...
"President Zhao, which store is there? Your province A..." A domestic reviewer asked the chairman next to him as he walked. There are only a few famous old stores in province A. He grabbed them from his memory.A name, "Is it Shangxian Pavilion?"
"Shangxian Pavilion? No, it's not." President Zhao shook his head again and again, "That should be the location of Feng Qianguan. This is... a very delicious restaurant in City A."
Chairman Zhao changed the wording, and the reviewers next to him also heard it.It's not province A, but city A.Not "famous", "one of the best", but "delicious".
It seems that this store may not be of the same level as the previous ones.
However, the smell just smelled in the wind is really attractive.
Is it an illusion?
Beside Milos, a middle-aged man with brown hair and blue eyes curiously imitated President Zhao's pronunciation: "Feng...qian... shop, Mr. Liu, what kind of shop is that?"
Liu Yuanmao was stunned for a moment. Before he came here, he had done his homework with the brochure given by President Zhao, but there were so many famous chefs at the scene, he couldn't remember all of them—the shops worthy of reviews by the gourmets in front of him were actually notnot much.
Feng Qianguan?What is that.
Liu Yuanmao opened his mouth and looked at President Zhao blankly. When President Zhao saw his expression, he immediately understood, so he could only bite the bullet and come by himself: "Fengqian Restaurant is a new store opened in City A last year. It just opened.It has been around for a few months, but it is also... well received in City A! Its owner is a very beautiful girl who is only in her twenties, so it can be said that she is quite young and promising."
Liu Yuanmao translated his words.
New store?pretty girl?twenties?
For a moment, the people present were a little dazed. What they tasted just now were all big restaurants with rich heritage, but this has not yet satisfied Mr. Hong and Milos.
The reviewers showed a little surprised expression, Milos' expression also became interested, and even Mr. Hong gave President Zhao an extra look.
Milos: "Wang, is this the store you want to take us to?"
Wang Jianian: "Yes."
Whispering voices sounded around, Liu Yuanmao listened, and suddenly wiped off his sweat, and began to worry about that strange girl, as well as Chairman Zhao.
...
Chairman Zhao didn't have Liu Yuanmao's worries, he didn't feel ticklish when there were too many lice, he was already embarrassing enough today—no, in fact, he wasn't the most embarrassing person.Anyway, if you have a back pad, you are not afraid of losing a little more.
President Zhao stood up, took two quick steps, and rushed to the side of Mr. Hong and Milos.
In front of Feng Qianguan's stall, diners lined up densely.There is a lot of food in the sub-venue, and all kinds of fragrances are lingering in the air, mixed with miscellaneous flavors, and people need to distinguish carefully to distinguish the attractive smell.
Chairman Zhao looked at the flow of people in front of him, a little surprised.Feng Qianguan is just a new small shop. Although it has gained a little reputation on the Internet, few young people will come to City A for its fame. The number of diners around the shop is actually not as large as those big shops just now.many.
After all, the big shop has accumulated decades of fame in the local area. If you catch an old citizen on the road, he may not have been to Jixiang Building, but he must know where it is-even the bus station has its name!
Feng Qianguan was different.
The customer flow in front of me has begun to take shape. Although it is not as big as the big store, it is much more than the shops next to it-this is amazing.
Moreover, the expressions on the faces of the diners were so focused that they were not even attracted by the review team just now in front of Wangpinlou.
Chairman Zhao led people to the front, and there was an antique plaque on Feng Qianguan's booth, decorated with a cluster of dark red maple leaves.
Chairman Zhao was slightly stunned: "Didn't the maple leaves fall off in this weather?"
"President, look carefully, it's a fake, a simulation." The staff next to him reminded in a low voice.
Chairman Zhao came back to his senses, squinted his presbyopic eyes, and indeed saw some plastic texture.In front of him, a fat money tree was about to poke into his chest, shiny and dark green.Feng Qianguan's stall is not big, but it is gaudyly illuminated by glazed lanterns.
"Sir, be careful, be careful." A male clerk said nervously.
President Zhao was stunned for a moment, thinking that he didn't do any dangerous moves, and then he saw the male clerk very preciously... hugging the rich tree back, and even patted the leaves that it had just poked into his chest.
Chairman Zhao: "..."
He frowned slightly unhappily, raised his head, and met his eyes again.
Chairman Zhao: "!!!" Mr. Qi?!
Qi Yan looked at the team that came suddenly, except for Wang Jianian, he didn't know everyone in it, but the old man with a checked bow tie looked familiar.
Qi Yan looked at President Zhao, wanting to ask what was going on.
And Jiang Ci spoke first.
"Please pay attention to the order." She imitated Qi Yan's previous words, and signaled to the reporters who were pushing forward, "There are still some beggar chickens left, please line up in order, don't worry, don't be crowded."
Jiang Ci saw a gray-haired old man in front of the line, and pointed him in the direction respecting the old and loving the young: "Mr., that's the end of the line in our shop."
Everyone present was stunned.
Mr. Hong was also stunned, and he looked in the direction indicated by the girl in front of him...
All the men, women and men who lined up in the queue looked at him blankly.
Mr. Hong: "..."
Milos raised his eyebrows: "You want me to line up?"
Jiang Ci looked curiously at the black-haired and blue-eyed man in front of her. She had never seen a foreigner in her previous life. Although she had seen it on the Internet in this life, it was the first time she had seen it in real life.
Qi Yan translated this sentence for her.
Jiang Ci nodded blankly: "Well... yes."
Qi Yan conveyed it on her behalf: "She said yes, please line up in order."
The atmosphere was silent for a moment.
President Zhao came back to his senses, and stared blankly at the situation in front of him—Boss Xiao Jiang was telling them to wait in line, my God!He was thinking about how to rescue the scene in front of him, when he saw Milos lowering his head, staring at the girl in front of him with some surprise, he and Boss Xiao Jiang looked at each other for two seconds, then turned their eyes to...
That clod of dirt on the baking sheet.
Milos turned around and walked towards the end of the line with long legs.
Chairman Zhao: "...!!!"
Milos had already expressed his decision with actions, and the commentators present were stunned, not knowing what to do to stay where they were.
"Milos is going to line up, what about us?"
"Let's go too."
Reviewers followed suit.
Chairman Zhao looked blankly at the picture in front of him.
Jiang Ci withdrew her gaze and got busy again. She noticed Chairman Zhao's expression, turned her head and asked Qi Yan in a low voice: "Is there anything wrong with my behavior just now?"
"No." Qi Yan shook his head, "It's fine."
Waiting in line to eat is justified.
Jiang Ci was relieved, but she still sped up her movements and disassembled a chicken in almost a minute. The helpers next to her helped her put the divided chicken pieces into small bowls.
President Zhao waited anxiously for about ten minutes, and finally, it was their turn.
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