The beauty collector of halberd

Before Xingping Chuangzhen could finish her words, the mobile phone in Mozujuan’s pocket suddenly rang. When she took it out, she found that the caller ID was the store manager’s number, so she couldn’t help but looked up at Xingping Chuangzhen. The latter reminded with a smile: "President Zhong Mozu, your phone rang."

Hearing that, under the gaze of everyone, Zhong Mozuojuan answered the phone and listened to an anxious voice from the microphone before she waited for her to ask.

"President, our customers were all taken away by the trolley at the door!!!".

Text 290. Home, was stolen!

Station, Mozu House.

The manager who was hired by Zhong Mozujuan with a high salary, looked at the long queue at the door at this moment, and his face was not only not happy, but full of worry.

"God, if the president comes back to see this, can't you eat us all?"

"Yes, yeah, how can anyone open a business in front of someone else's house?"

"This is the young master of which chaebol group who has eaten enough and has nothing to do, pulling a cart out to do business?"

"Is your focus on carts, bodyguards, and beauties? I'm curious about their fried chicken nuggets better than our Mozu house-?"

""

Because there was no business, the shop assistants simply gathered together and kept whispering while looking outside through the transparent glass door.This discussion naturally fell into the manager’s ears. When he thought of the call, although Zhong Mozujuan didn’t say anything on the phone, his low tone had already caused the manager to associate. He bet that if this If the matter is not dealt with properly, then it is not the triumphant president who will be greeted later, but the devil who decides his life and death and fires him.

It’s just that the manager frowned and looked out the door. He intended to ask the clerk to drive away the troublemakers outside, but when he saw the suit bodyguards standing around the trolley, he immediately dispelled the idea. The important thing is that there is no urban management in Japan.

"Don't make any noise!" The manager who was a little upset by the noise, turned his head and yelled at the gathered employees, and the noisy restaurant instantly became quiet.

Outside the Mozu House, Isshiki Hui, who is wearing an apron and a white hat, stood in front of the cart and was busy with fried chicken nuggets. Next to him was Mito Yumei, who was still dressed in the American style, who served as a cash register and fu The work of service personnel.

"The slightly spicy fried chicken nuggets you want, please take it." Mito Yumei said, handing the box containing the fried chicken nuggets to the customer's hand and casting a smile.

The impatient young woman who had been waiting for a long time, after sniffing the rich fragrance from the box, she couldn't help but let out a shen groan while her throat moved.

"It's so fragrant, Keiko is right. The fragrance alone is much richer than the Mozu House!" The young woman said, her right hand picked up a wooden stick and inserted a chicken nugget into her mouth to chew. .

"Well!!"

The moment the golden yellow chicken nuggets entered, the young woman's pretty face was instantly blushed, and her eyes became blurred at this moment.

"It's amazing! The chicken is tender and delicious, and the fried crispy part becomes moist after being dipped in the sauce"

"The flavors of gravy, black pepper, and vegetables blend together"

"Really tasty!!"

After saying all the breath that she wanted to express, the young woman tried her best to look away from the fried chicken nuggets in the box, and then looked at Isshiki Hui who was cooking the chicken nuggets, hiding in her beautiful eyes under the frame of the mirror. Shining hot light, she took out a business card from her purse and put it on the table, and then said: "Hello sir, I am a reporter for the gluttonous food show, Masako Hana, take the liberty to ask you this weekend Are you free? I want to invite you to a gourmet interview"

As if afraid of Isshiki's refusal, reporter Masako Huajiu hurriedly said: "Of course, there is a salary, and this gourmet interview will also increase your popularity. I believe that the fried chicken nuggets you make will surpass you. This Mozu House, perhaps this year’s "All Japan Chicken Nuggets Contest" gold medal winner, will change its name and surname!"

Hearing that, Mito Yumei, who is special processing the fried chicken nuggets, couldn’t help but laugh out loud and let Yuanyue Shijie, a man in the food industry of the future, participate in a competition that barely touches on food. This can only say that the reporter in front of him is big enough.

"Is the conditions I mentioned not good enough?" The reporter Huajiu Masako looked puzzled. She knew that this was a very good opportunity. As long as she grasped it and handled the matter properly, she would definitely be the leader of the TV station. a seat.

Against the Mozuya, which won the gold medal in the'All Japan Chicken Nugget Contest' for three consecutive years, the topic that a certain future chicken nugget leader started from scratch with a trolley can elicit countless public opinions just thinking about it.

"That" after handing the fried chicken in the box to the customer behind the reporter, Mito Yumi glanced away from the incident, only the fried chicken nuggets in his eyes, and then looked at Hanako Masako and said with a smile: " Hello, Miss reporter, we can only say sorry for your suggestion. If you are satisfied with the fried chicken nuggets, you can taste it at the Xingping restaurant in the future, the address is on the Jinhua Avenue Commercial Street."

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"Ha" Seeing that the proposal was rejected, the unwilling Huajiu Masako continued: "If you are dissatisfied with the terms I proposed, we can continue to discuss, I believe."

"Xingping Restaurant, is it the one run by Mr. Chuang Zhen?"

"Nonsense, there is a Xingping restaurant in Jinhua Avenue Commercial Street!"

"I only ate there in the afternoon, why didn't I hear the boss said that there are fried chicken nuggets for sale?"

In the long queue behind the reporter, after hearing what Mito Yumei said, there were voices from time to time. They were all regular customers of the Xingping restaurant, which also attracted the attention of Masako Kajiu.

.... ... .......

"Xingping Restaurant" Masako Huajiu repeated several times in his heart, looked up at Isshiki, and asked again: "Is it really impossible to cooperate?"

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Seeing Isshiki Hui, who was always immersed in cooking fried chicken nuggets in front of him, Masako Hakuji sighed. After scanning the young bodyguards standing around, he looked at Mito Yumei again and smiled: "The fried chicken nuggets are very good. It's delicious. I will go to the Xingping restaurant you mentioned when I have time. I hope I can taste such delicious fried chicken nuggets."

After the words fell, he greeted Mito Yumi, and Huajiu Masako turned and left with the box full of chicken nuggets.At the same time, I just showed a pair of Isshihui who is absorbed in cooking fried chicken nuggets. He breathed a breath and said with emotion: "It seems that this favor is not so good."

"But, don't tell me yet." Issehui glanced at the long queue of people in front of the trolley, jokingly: "Lin Feng's idea is too bad!"

On the side, Mito Yumei didn't say much. As he handed the box full of chicken nuggets to the customer, his eyes flashed with a gleam at the starting point, as if he was recalling some beautiful things, and the corners of his mouth also evoked a touch. radian.

At the same time, Zhong Mozujuan, who hung up the phone, seemed to have been struck by lightning. She couldn't see the pride of the spring breeze when she came, but she couldn't believe it.

Home, was stolen!!.

Text 291. The strongest fried chicken on the surface!

The restaurant that was originally noisy has become very quiet now, and even a silver needle can be heard on the ground.

The place was smashed!

This is the only thought left in Mozujuan's mind after listening to the report from the manager.

For a long time, Zhong Mozujuan suddenly raised her head to look at Xingping Chuangzhen, her pupils dilated, and she asked, "It's you?!"

Hearing that, Xingping Chuangzhen nodded and continued: "Of course, that challenge book is still worth mentioning. As long as you can make more delicious fried chicken nuggets, all the conditions mentioned in the letter will meet you. "

If he didn't receive a call from the manager, Xingping Chuangzhen's behavior at the moment was undoubtedly an act of arrogance and arrogance in the eyes of Zhong Mozujuan.

What is the Mozu House?With the manager who won the gold medal in the All-Japan Fried Chicken Nugget Competition for three consecutive years, his chain stores are spread throughout Kansai, and the next step is to radiate to the whole country. Coupled with the management policy of "alchemist", the future of Mozuya can be described as Infinitely bright!

14 However, the Chinese Mozu Juan glanced over the others, such as Koping Sumima, Kuga Teruki, and others, and finally fell on Tomita Tomiya. The origin of all this was because the other party refused to give up the seat of the chairman of the Commercial Street Joint Advancement Association. If the other party is interested One point, how could things have come to this point, even those little ghosts that she hadn't looked at before, now plan to step on her face a few feet.Thinking of this, Zhong Mozujuan beckoned and said, "Move things in."

thing?

what?

Tomita Yuya turned his head and saw that the young people standing behind Zhong Mozujuan walked out of the store, and in a short while, they brought in a kitchen table specially used for fried chicken nuggets.

In the next second, under the surprised eyes of everyone, Zhong Mozuojuan handed the fan to the young man behind him, then put on an apron and looked at Xinghei Chuangzhen and said, "You should have the ingredients ready, right?"

Hearing that, Xingping Chuangzhen turned his head to look at Jiu I Teruki, who nodded at him, and then Xingping Chuangzhen took a deep breath, untied the long cloth from his arm and tied it to his forehead, and looked up at the Mozilla. Juan, "Ready!"

"Okay, the fried chicken nuggets made by the trolley kid, should you know it?" Mozujuan asked. She wants to prove with her victory that the fried chicken nuggets made by the Mozu House are definitely the strongest fried chicken nuggets on the surface. !

"Of course!" Xingping Chuangzhen nodded, this is the crystallization of their creation in half an hour, there is no reason why they can't.