Pastry House of Superstars

Chapter 16

"Ding bell~"

Someone opened the door and came in. Yuan Ou looked at it, hey, I still know him.

Yu Zhao nodded at them as a greeting, his manager smiled and waved to Yuan Ou, "Good morning, little boss."

Yuan Ou glanced at the wall clock on the wall, not quite sure whether ten twenty is considered early, so he had to use some skills when answering, and answered lightly, "Hi, you guys."

It is said that since Yu Zhao came to drink apple juice by himself that time, his assistants came less frequently, and he basically came here by himself.

Yu Zhao walked over and sat down by himself. His manager looked at the dazzling array of fruits in the window, looked through the catalog a few times, and asked, "Can you help me make some porridge?"

"Porridge?" Yuan Ou blinked, "But we are a bakery, we don't sell porridge."

The agent smiled apologetically, "That's natural, but I can't help it. Yu Zhao has to meet with the screenwriter at eleven o'clock, and it's too late to go to other places, and he doesn't have a good appetite recently, and he can't get used to takeaway. Can you do me a favor?"

Yuan Ou was still thinking about it, but Yu Zhao had already stood up, "Don't bother, I'm not hungry."

The manager looked at him disapprovingly, "How can this work, your last meal was at noon yesterday, or just eat some fruit?"

Yu Zhao didn't say anything, and went straight outside.

The manager sighed, and apologized to Yuan Ou helplessly, "Excuse me, let's go first"

"Forget it, let him come back." Yuan Ou was even more helpless, she couldn't stand this kind of soft knife the most, "It's too late to cook porridge, I made some dumplings this morning, and there are still a few dishes left uncooked, you ask Does he eat mushroom meat or not?"

What happened to all these mixed entertainment circles?Isn't work just to make a living? How come you can't even make a living when you become famous in the end?

The manager's eyes lit up when he heard it, and he nodded hurriedly, "Eat, why don't you eat." After speaking, he ran out in three steps at a time and dragged Mr. Yu in, who looked like a sculpture model, and pressed him on the seat, "Sit down quickly Next, I made an exception to cook dumplings for you."

Yuan Ou, who was going to get the dumplings, just felt very strange. It seemed that since the first time Gu Yi ate egg fried rice here, his pastry shop began to develop in a very tangled direction: whose pastry shop sells dumplings!

She suddenly had a premonition that if this went on like this, maybe one day she would have to change the name of the store to a grocery store.

The dumplings were cooked very quickly. After a while, Yuan Ou came over with a pastry plate that served as a temporary tray. In addition to two plates of hot and chubby dumplings, there was also a stack of yellow radish flower pickles and a Dish vinegar.

She said to the manager, "I guess you didn't eat it, so you ordered more. This pickle is sweet and sour, with a bit of spiciness. It goes well with the main food."

The manager immediately expressed gratitude, and when he was about to say something, Yu Zhao said respectfully, "Thank you, I took the trouble."

Yuan Ou nodded, "It's nothing, let's eat quickly, but let's talk about things later, don't delay."

Yu Zhao hummed, grabbed a dumpling and took a bite, "It's delicious."

Yuan Ou suddenly felt quite happy, and she didn't know why, "It's good as long as it's delicious, mainly mushrooms."

After swallowing a dumpling, Yu Zhao spoke again, "Is there any apple juice?"

Yuan Ou Heixian, how obsessed are you with apple juice?How does it feel to mix sweet, sour, salty and spicy while eating dumplings?

"……Have."

As Yuan Ou said, she signaled to Zhao Ying on the counter to quickly get a glass of juice, but when she looked up, she saw a standard idiot face, staring at Yu Zhao with green eyes.

Yuan Ou went over and pushed her aside, "What are you doing, apple juice!"

Zhao Ying snorted, wiped the corners of her mouth and went to get the apple in a hurry. While taking it back, she sighed with emotion, "You're so handsome, even eating a dumpling..."

After eating, Mr. Manager patted his belly comfortably, wiped his mouth clean with satisfaction, and waved his hand, "Little boss, pay the bill."

Still paying the bill, the co-authors really treat this place as a restaurant, right?
Yuan Ou asked someone to come over to collect the plate, "Forget it, I made it for myself and didn't plan to sell it. Seeing how happy you are, these dumplings are worth it. It's not worth the money."

As long as you come here to buy desserts in a proper manner in the future, hey!
When the manager wanted to say something more, Yu Zhao stood up and nodded, "Thank you." Then he walked out without delay.

The manager suddenly looked embarrassed, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Yuan Ou burst out laughing, thinking for the first time that Yu Zhao is actually quite an interesting person.

In fact, when Yuan Ou was cooking dumplings and remembering the "purity" of her shop that was gone forever, the culprit in her mind was sleeping on the bed with the quilt wrapped up.

Yesterday, ah no, it should have been past three o'clock in the morning when I came home this morning. After Gu Yi entered the door, he fell asleep directly, as if he was dead. It was Song Zheng who dragged him from the carpet to the quilt , and then worked hard to help him wipe his face and change his clothes.

Song Zheng actually went to bed later than Gu Yi, but during the day when Gu Yi was working, he was catching up on sleep almost all the time, so even though the day and night were reversed and the biological clock was disordered, he was still full of energy.

"It's time to get up, get up and get up."

Gu Yi hummed a few times in his sleep, pulled the quilt up again, turned over and fell asleep again.

Song Zheng put down the pile of things in his hands, and went over to pluck a few stupid hairs on the back of his head, "It's past ten o'clock, and I have to record today, get up. By the way, I have your airmail. It should be sent by your parents, do you want to?"

"Throw away, throw away, throw away!" Before he finished speaking, he saw that Gu Yi was already yelling irritably, and at this moment his eyes hadn't been opened yet.

(End of this chapter)