Pastry House of Superstars

Chapter 18

Durian is on fire.

First, I heard that one of Tang’s backup dancers came in to take a look when she was passing by, and then she burst into tears with excitement, “Your family finally makes durian!”

Yuan Ou nodded with a complicated expression, "Yes, how about some?"

"That's a must," the dancer girl pointed to the durian layer and asked for a piece, and then sat down and ate it, "Well, I'm so happy~ The durian is so fragrant and mellow, and the yellow peach is so sweet~ahh Oh, take another sip!"

Yuan Ou looked at the time, 03:30, "Aren't you going to work?"

The backup dancer waved her hand, "The entertainment company doesn't have to work from nine to five, I have two hours of rest."

As she spoke, she bit the fork again and looked at the golden, crispy durian crisps that were overlapping and blooming like flowers. She seemed to have experienced a fierce ideological struggle, and finally said with deep sorrow, "Let's make some more durian crisps."

"Okay!" Yuan Ou quickly took the clip and asked again, "Do you want a small portion, a medium portion or a large portion?"

The other party blinked, "How much?"

"Six for small, eight for medium, and ten for large."

"Well, small portion, no, no, medium portion."

The supporting dancer took a box of medium-sized durian cakes, and ordered a piece of mille-feuille cake, and left satisfied.

It turned out that only half an hour later, a group of girls headed by her rumbled over and said, "It smells so good! I want a thousand layers too!"

"It's delicious. It's been a long time since I've eaten durian with such a good taste. By the way, does your family sell durian fruit?"

"Didn't there be more than half of it just now?" The dancer girl stared at the thousand-layer road in the window with only three yuan left, as if her things had been snatched away.

Zhao Ying smiled, "It was bought by some passing white-collar workers just now."

"Ah," the girls looked at each other with difficulty concealing their disappointment, "but what about the seven of us, how can we divide the three dollars?"

Zhao Ying thought for a while, "I'll ask our boss to see if she still does it."

Yuan Ou, who came over after hearing the news, immediately slapped the table, and immediately said righteously, "I will do it, I will definitely do it, the customer's needs are my pointers! Let's go ahead, leave a contact information first, who If you want to write down a few yuan, I will reserve it for you, so as not to be bought away again."

"Okay, okay, how long do we have to wait?"

Yuan Ou thought for a while, "About two and a half hours, didn't I leave a call, and I will notify you when the time comes."

So almost three hours later, thanks to the girls who were eating and running around, a certain floor of the Tang Building was captured by a strange and complex aroma.

"Oh, what does it smell like?" Actress Xie Rong smelled an inexplicable smell as soon as she stepped out of the elevator. She sniffled, and finally turned her attention to the three dancers who were eating together. .

"Ah, Rongrong," one of the girls who was familiar with her waved quickly, "The pastry shop opposite made durian millefeuille today, it's delicious, try it!"

"Durian?" Seriously, Xie Rong has always been intimidated by this kind of fruit, and now let her eat it out of the blue, it really makes her heart beat wildly.

"It doesn't matter, try it, it has no taste at all, and there are yellow peaches in it."

Hesitate, hesitate, hesitate again.

"Okay then, well, it's delicious!"

"Right, right?!"

"Hee hee, is the durian delicious?"

"Rongrong, Rongrong?" Xie Rong's manager came to find someone with a folder in his arms, and was shocked when he saw the scene, "My God, what did you eat, Rongrong!"

Xie Rong quickly wiped the cream from the corner of her mouth, swallowed the cake in her mouth, and explained with a swearing oath, "Sister, I just ate a little bit, really a little bit, I'm almost starving to death."

After seeing exactly what his artist ate, the manager directly covered his face, and then said in a tone of pain, "It's not a question of quantity, dear! Did you forget that you are going to attend the endorsement conference soon?!"

Xie Rong: "=mouth=!!!"

A goddess who opens and closes her mouth exuding the faint smell of durian...

Oh, NO~! !
At the beginning of nine o'clock in the evening, the pastry house ushered in a guest with a strange appearance.

This person drives an expensive car, wears a hat, a mask over his mouth, and huge sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.Not only that, but along the way, she showed an extremely sneaky and restless state, looking around vigilantly after taking two steps.

In fact, Yuan Ou really wanted to tell her that the least noticeable way is to walk in openly. It's great that you are making such a fuss. People within a 500-meter radius probably have spotted you, a suspected terrorist.

Although blocked by sunglasses, Yuan Ou can still say with certainty that this person's eyes never leave the glass window of his house.To be precise, there are a variety of delicious snacks inside.

Seeing the hesitant looks on the faces of her shop assistants, Yuan Ou, the boss, had no choice but to go to the battle in person. She tried her best to put on a natural and decent smile and asked, "Hello, what do you need?"

"Ah, ah?!" The other party was like a frightened bird, and said in a hurry, "No, no, there is nothing necessary."

Yuan Ou: "..." You lied to a ghost!
But the world is full of wonders. As a businessman, what you have to do is to satisfy every customer's request as much as possible, which may seem extremely absurd.

So Yuan Ou nodded to her, and kindly reminded her a second before turning to leave, "Well, I don't mean anything else, but the light in the room is relatively dark, you can easily fall down when you wear sunglasses like this."

The man's exposed ears turned red sharply, and then carefully pulled down the sunglasses a little, then called Yuan Ou again, and communicated with the expression of a thief, "cough cough, I heard that your family The durian Melaleuca is very good, but "but why didn't I see it!

"Oh, that," Yuan Ou said with a smile, "it's sold out."

"Ah?!" The visitor was taken aback immediately, and the loss could not be concealed in his voice.

"That's right," Yuan Ou explained, "That one is quite popular, and it was restocked this afternoon, but it was gone after five o'clock."

Seeing that the other party's whole body had begun to exude a desolate gray-white temperament from the inside out, Yuan Ou couldn't bear to say, "I'll do it tomorrow, why don't you make an appointment first?"

"No, there's no need," the mysterious figure swallowed his saliva thinking it was secretive, and pretended to be relaxed, "Forget it, I'm just by the way, just ask by the way, if you don't have it, then"

"Handsome guy, help me add a blueberry mousse!" The female office worker behind the lily vase shouted at Su Zi.

(End of this chapter)