Ye Shao Meng spoils his little wife

Because Zhang Ruoting is already swollen to the point of exploding, whoever dares to be this thorn is looking for death.

Although not all of these columns are well-known, some of them have their own consumer groups, which are beneficial and harmless to cake shops.

It's a pity that it seems that they are all offended.

"welcome!"

When the number of people was the least during the day, the little bee at the door shouted again, and a woman with a peaked cap and a camera came in.

Zhang Ruoting scowled with displeasure, "Okay, here comes another one."

The woman didn't look at her at all, and went straight to the cake selection area to look at it.

The girl at the front desk immediately went up to greet her, and said cheerfully, "Hi, ma'am, what do you need, I can give you recommendations, our fondant cakes are very famous, and the reputation is also very good."

"Really?" The woman looked at the cake in the display cabinet with a look of disappointment, and replied with disdain, "It's just a show."

After hearing this, Zhang Ruoting took a sip of water and almost spit it out.

Who is this person?How dare you comment on your own cake like this.

She walked over slowly, and the woman had already begun to reluctantly try the food under the continuous warm invitation of the young girl at the front desk.

Seeing a small piece go in, she immediately frowned, and concluded without giving a damn, "It's unpalatable, it's not as delicious as those from roadside stalls in small streets and alleys."

"Who are you?" Zhang Ruoting asked angrily and impolitely.

The woman didn't answer, she glanced at her and asked, "Are you a baker?"

"I am not only the baker here, but also the boss here."
After Zhang Ruoting finished speaking proudly, the woman frowned even tighter, "Then what you should thank is the person who is desperately advertising for you, not yourself who is blindly confident."

"What do you mean? I'm not convinced, so come here to make trouble. With a camera on your back, you think you are a great reporter, and you don't look in the mirror to see what you look like."

The truth was revealed so easily by others, and at the same time they slammed Zhang Ruoting who was inflating herself at the moment.

How could she admit that the fire in the cake shop was all due to her father Li Jianrong and Xue Huaikang's help in promoting it, and had nothing to do with her,

The corner of the woman's mouth curled up contemptuously, "Am I a reporter? It seems that I have nothing to do with whether the cake you designed looks good or tastes good. Why should you deceive yourself!"

"Look at the fondant cake you designed, it's a big mistake in the fondant plan. It's not right before and after the process, and the shape of the princess and prince on the top, because the fondant is not enough, has begun to collapse. Such a thing , has no sense of beauty at all, and dares to call himself a baker."

"And the inside of this cake is also extremely poorly made. Not to mention the texture is not soft enough, not chewy. The fondant on each layer is not spread evenly. Some places are thick and some places are thin, which really affects the taste. I doubt if you think you have accomplished your studies without even seeing the door of the fondant cake."

The woman's words seemed to slap Zhang Ruoting on the face several times in a row, and she was stunned all of a sudden. She didn't dare to reply casually, but observed her instead.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Ruoting has only been in this city for two years, and she is busy dressing herself up all day long, comparing herself with others, and she doesn't have to work hard on the fondant cake.

But seeing Li Qingyan going abroad because of this, she was jealous and unconvinced, so she found a training institution to study for more than a year, and the class was three days of fishing and two days of drying the net, everything was half a pot of water.

It's okay to fool Zhang Yilan and Li Jianrong in Li's house, as long as you meet professionals, you will immediately reveal your prototype.

What's more, the person standing in front of her is Hou Lan, a famous reporter of Jincheng's senior gourmet column "Food".

The first time Xu Hua saw a woman, she felt familiar, and now she was almost sure of it.

Pretending to be unintentional, she came to Zhang Ruoting's side, and whispered in her ear, "The store manager, Hou Lan."

"Which Hou Lan? I don't know him." Zhang Ruoting replied, feeling a little puzzled.

The corner of Hou Lan's mouth slightly raised, he took out a business card from his bag, handed it to her, and introduced himself, "I'm Hou Lan, a reporter from the "Food" column team."

Now it was Zhang Ruoting's turn to stay where she was.

"Food"?At present and even in the past, it is a very popular food column.

When the "Aiting" cake shop was established, she asked Zhang Yilan to help her.

It's a pity that no one would kill her, so she was so proud that she resolutely gave up the plan of inviting them to the store for interviews and expanding her influence, and instead asked Li Jianrong and Xue Huaikang for help.

Unexpectedly, this person appeared like a ghost.

Zhang Ruoting quickly changed her face, stretched out her hand flatteringly and said, "So it's Reporter Hou, welcome, welcome, it's all my fault, I've been so busy these days, I didn't even recognize you."

Hou Lan dodged her hand, put the business card on the bar beside him, and replied flatly, "We who come here to catch the heat, of course we can't bear your concern, the store manager."

When did she come?Heard even these.

Zhang Ruoting was extremely embarrassed, but wanted to catch up with Hou Lan, and began to cover up desperately.

"Reporter Hou was joking. I don't have to keep such an excellent worker like you in my heart every day. It's really my fault today. I neglected you because of the poor hospitality. I hope you won't be angry with me."

Hou Lan has seen all kinds of people trying to please her. This is the first time she has seen someone like Zhang Ruoting.

The thickness of this skin is afraid that it will catch up with the river in Jincheng.

This face, every three to five years, can't be cultivated to such a state.

It just so happened that it was the type she hated the most.

"The store manager is impolite, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Before Hou Lan could move, she was stopped by Zhang Ruoting, "Reporter Hou, it's hard for me to come here, why don't you just sit down and go, so I can tell you about the characteristics of our store, so you can have some material when you go back."

She thought that Hou Lan had come with an interview task, and there was a sense of superiority in her words.

Hou Lan felt that she was simply narcissistic and hopeless, so she didn't want to talk to her anymore, so as not to waste her precious time.

Seeing that she was really about to leave, Zhang Ruoting began to panic.

But in front of so many shop assistants and a few customers in the distance, she couldn't let go of her figure and kept people again.

In a hurry, Hou Lan stopped, changed direction, and walked towards the back kitchen of the store.

What is she going to do?
This time, Zhang Ruoting wisely did not step forward to stop her, but followed her in.

Anyway, there is nothing shady in the back kitchen, maybe she changed her mind after seeing it.

Hou Lan was attracted by a burst of fragrance. Her innate sense of smell and the acuity of sitting in a senior gourmet restaurant told her that she had to go in and have a look, and there would definitely be new discoveries.