Bo Ye's little ancestor has made a sensation in the world again

Chapter 662 The little ancestor made a cleansing formula!

The diners were enraged by the smelly foie gras.

The manager of the restaurant was going crazy. He rushed into the kitchen and shouted, "What happened? Why did the ingredients stink? How do you work in the back kitchen!"

Fang Yumei's heart was beating like a pounding, her head was about to explode.

Randomly pulling the tablecloth from the garbage truck in the back kitchen to surround his obese body, the sudden consciousness in his mind was still reverberating:
"The number of people who refuse to eat your dishes has exceeded [-], and the backlash will be doubled, and the dishes will be corrupt."

Damn it, which [-] people are they?

So blind, so over the top, she actually refused to eat the good foie gras, causing the blame to fall on her head, causing her to lose weight, and ruining all the dishes, her reputation as a gourmet chef!

But at this moment, how could she admit that it was her fault?

Looking around, she immediately found the scapegoat: "My cooking skills must be fine, is it because someone is jealous of me and tampered with my dishes?"

There was disbelief in the eyes of the old chefs around, and they couldn't say a word: "Miss Fang, how could we cheat, you can't slander others so casually..."

However, the manager was anxious and angry, and he didn't want to offend Fang Yumei. Since he had a scapegoat, he scolded indiscriminately: "You don't help Ms. Fang well, but add to the chaos. Be smart! Clean up the mess!"

The old chefs dared not speak out, and buried themselves in making new dishes to present to customers, replacing those stinky foie gras.

Fang Yumei was about to go to the bathroom to change into a male chef's coat, when the manager suddenly reacted: "Miss Fang, why are you so fat?"

Fang Yumei forced herself to be calm: "I, I, in order to develop the most delicious foie gras, I bought too much foie gras for research every night, and tried too much!"

Manager: "..." But she didn't seem so fat when she first went to work today, right?Could it be that he misremembered the figure of the new Miss Fang?
Fang Yumei fled into the toilet in a hurry.

There is no way to get so fat.

It was terrible, the backlash caused by [-] people who resisted her foie gras was so severe, it seemed that it would be impossible to get away without cutting some meat.

She peeled off the Band-Aid, gritted her teeth and cut a small piece of meat on the unhealed wound, allowing the gourmet jade chopsticks to absorb it.

Finally, the lifeless chopsticks glowed with faint blue light again.

But her figure did not recover.

With her heavy body twisted, she continued to work, cursing the [-] people who didn't eat foie gras [-] times in her heart.

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The crew of "The Long Journey".

The director and more than thirty supporting actors and staff surrounded Xi Langyue and Wu Qianman:
"Don't tell me, you two really have a sense of CP... How about you publicize your relationship, maybe it can increase some traffic for our drama!"

"Yes, yes, this fake show is really done, it's so exciting!"

"From now on, there is no need to borrow seats for kiss scenes, director, let them kiss for real!"

Just when everyone was engrossed in the couple and almost forgot about the unfinished foie gras behind them, a stench suddenly filled the studio.

"Foie gras, my God, why does this foie gras stink like the stones in the latrine..."

"Am I crazy to order this takeaway?"

"Ouch, I don't want to eat foie gras in my life..."

Seeing everyone finally quit their addiction to foie gras, Wu Qianman and Xi Langyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Xi Langyue: "Well, the official announcement just now was a joke, don't take it seriously."

Wu Qianman: "Director, remember to borrow a seat for the kiss scene in the future..."

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French ink mansion.

The sound of vomiting one after another made the high-end French restaurant immediately filled with an indescribable smell.

Xi Zuer lightly covered her nose, and made a cleansing formula with her bare hands. She, Bao Gucheng, and Baihe's table finally maintained a pure land.

(End of this chapter)