hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 16 Technical Activities ([-])

　When Tang Yumo received a call from Xiaobian Yunju, informing her to attend tonight's reception, Tang Yumo was working hard in the back kitchen of the Sihai Hotel lobby bar to prepare a cup of Huadiao Mocha.

　The rich aroma of coffee and milk lingers, making people forget all their troubles for a while.

Yunju Group is worthy of being a raptor in the new media industry.

　Not only Gu Yihan, the chief executive, made decisions quickly, but all his subordinates were trained by him to execute them very quickly.

　In just one day, Yoyo Zijin's posthumous work has been widely hyped and sought after on the Internet, and the number of hits has exceeded one million. Although the author himself was also a goddess before his death, as a new work, it is really a miracle .

　And last night's award presentation dinner, which had to be interrupted due to Yoyo Zijin's suicide incident, will be transformed into a networking reception in the new media industry tonight.

　People are good at forgetting, and sorrow and astonishment are no match for gossip and spicy text.

　Tang Yumo, as an inconspicuous little writer in Yunju's newcomer project, even got an invitation letter.

　She was a little excited, like an inconspicuous bud suddenly emerging from a flower that has not bloomed for a long time.

And this exquisite and small reception invitation letter is her key to the splendid blooming.

　But it was dusk at this time, and the flow of people who came to the lobby bar for a drink was at its peak. Ma Xiaona at the front desk was so busy with the reception that her feet were so busy that her excitement was hanging in the air, and she couldn't find anyone to share it with.

　So, in the mechanical work of quickly preparing meals, mixing drinks, and baking snacks according to the menus ordered by the guests at the front desk, she continued to devote her passion to debugging new varieties of coffee.

　For the first time ever, she had the courage to keep tasting with her own mouth, trying to adjust the ratio of Huadiao wine to coffee and fresh milk. Huadiao wine had a low alcohol content, so she forgot for a moment that she was not strong enough to drink.

　"Chef Little Sweet, I'm so tired that I'm about to die."

　As soon as Ma Xiaona opened the door of the back kitchen workshop, she immediately transformed from a pretty waitress with her head up and her chest up, into a tired and lazy Ma Xiaoha with two arms hanging down and a half-dead look.

　"Xiaoha, come and try this, refresh yourself."

　Tang Yumo carefully picked up a cup of newly brewed Huadiao Mocha coffee.

　The pure white milk froth whipped like a snow top is mixed with a light aroma of wine, exuding a seductive breath.

　Ma Xiaona took a sip, and there was a circle of milky white marks on her mouth.

　Tang Yumo couldn't help laughing, and wiped it carefully with a napkin.

　"It's really delicious! Sweetie, you've tried Erguotou coffee, Baileys coffee, and whiskey coffee before."

　"What is whiskey coffee? It's called Irish coffee."

　Tang Yumo corrected her with a smile.

　"Oh, it doesn't matter if it's from Scotland or Ireland, anyway, your weird wines and coffees are not as good as today's ones! Sweet! Drunk! Can you make me another cup later, my My waist is about to break in two, and I have to treat myself with a drink before I get off work."

　"Oops, Xiaoha, I almost forgot about the reception. What time is it?"

　"It's five minutes to seven."

　"My God! The reception starts at seven o'clock."

　Tang Yumo covered his face with his hands in annoyance.

　"What kind of reception are you so nervous about? Is it very tall? 50 billion?"

　"Xiaoha, this is the first time I have participated in a reception in the industry as a writer, do you think I can not be nervous?"

　"Then why are you talking nonsense with me, go quickly, I'm here to support you."

　Ma Xiaona immediately straightened her chest and turned into a manly woman.

　"Xiaoha. When I come back, I will make you a cup full of sweet and boozy Huadiao Mocha!"

　Tang Yumo was talking, laughing, and running. It seemed like she hadn't been this happy for a long, long, long time.

　"Hey, sweetie. Slow down. I said it's inappropriate for you to wear a down jacket to the reception, right?!"

　Tang Yumo didn't hear Ma Xiaona's reminder, her unruly long hair fluttered and fluttered in the air wantonly while running.

(End of this chapter)