Wear it quickly! My mad dog-like host!

[Jinxiu Building, Fanhua Pavilion, Y City, September 16, 10 p.m.

Attached is a list of personnel and contact information

Wenyi:13xxxxxxxxx

Gu Rou:13xxxxxxxxx

Ding Ning:13xxxxxxxxx

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At the same moment, the corresponding person's cell phone rang at the same time, and a pop-up window popped up.

After the people who received the message saw its content, they all couldn't help showing expressions of astonishment.

Some of them knew each other and had their contact information. A little research revealed that everything written in this information was true.

But here comes the question, how did the person who sent them the message know their contact information? Who sent them these messages?

The content of the message seems to be asking them to meet, do you want to go...

The date of meeting is very near.

Wen Yi didn't hesitate for long. She tried to call one by one, but she was actually able to get through. When she asked, she found out that they had received the same message at the same time.

She immediately formed a group chat, and people continued to join, and soon it was full of ten people.

Wenyi: [Received this news at the same time, so everyone should have something in common, right? Who says it first? 】

The chat group was silent for half an hour, and someone bubbled up.

Gu Rou: [I don’t know why, but since a few years ago, there seems to be a sharp sword hanging in my heart that can pierce me at any time. 】

Gu Rou's words were like dropping a bomb in the quiet chat group.

You Xi: [...me too. 】

Ding Ning: [Me too. 】

Jiang Ling: [Me too. 】

……

The people in front of the mobile phones reacted quickly to the messages in the chat group, which was unusual.

It seemed that they had to go to the Jinxiu Building in City Y.

……

Night market food stalls.

In front of the long table, Agent Li and Mu Cheng sat on one side, and Qianghua and Mu Xuan sat on the other.

It had been so long since the police had come to the door. The three of them, except Qianghua, breathed a sigh of relief.

Qianghua was not relieved because she was not worried at all. As long as Zhang Bufan still planned to attack her, there was no way he would call the police.

Moreover, the matter of conquering himself is not something he should give up if he wants to.

Thinking of this, Qianghua thought of the superstar system. Its behavior always made her feel that its way of thinking was not like a system, or in other words, it was not like a formal system.

Of course, Xiaoba is not in the formal system now, but she has been raised well and has not gone astray.

"What do you think?" Seeing that the three of them had tasted the food on the table, Manager Li proudly said to the three of them, "Whether it's cooking or barbecue, this food stall has the best taste in this night market street. "

"good."

The three of them answered nonchalantly.

Mu Cheng can't eat these fatty foods as he likes, he has to be on camera tomorrow.

Mu Xuan is afraid of acne on her face. As a beauty blogger, her face is too important.

Qianghua has eaten better ones, but the barbecue in front of her is really nothing, not as delicious as the one she made!

The four of them were sitting next to the long barbecue pit. When they heard their conversation, the chef who was doing the barbecue turned back to look at their table and said with a smile: "My barbecue skills are not mine. There is no one in this street who is better than me." of."

Hearing his boast, Qianghua fell silent.

He got up, took out a chicken leg from the freezer and went to the barbecue, planning to cook it himself.

The barbecue master wasn't angry either. He smiled and gave up his position, "Okay, let me see your skills."

Mu Xuan and Mu Cheng were a little confused. Would Jiajia still cook barbecue? Did she learn it in the mountains or was it taught by her aunt and the others?

Qianghua slowly applied the seasoning to the chicken legs. As the skin of the chicken legs became sizzling and oily as it was roasted over the charcoal fire, the small aroma came up immediately, directly overpowering the barbecue made by the barbecue master on the side.

"(⊙o⊙)Wow!"

Mu Xuan and Mu Cheng's eyes lit up. Is Jiajia really good at it?

The barbecue chef on the side was also a little suspicious. With the same seasoning, why did the one she made taste so much better?

If he asked, Qianghua would tell him because he had good control over the amount of seasoning and heat.

"Here." Qianghua handed the roasted chicken legs to Muxuan.

Mu Cheng looked helplessly, "Only my sister has it, but doesn't my brother have it?"

Qianghua glanced at him, turned around and took out two chicken legs from the freezer and put them on the barbecue rack.

The barbecue chef on the side stared wide-eyed. Is this his own barbecue stall or his?

So he turned around and took a chicken leg from the freezer and put it on his side, grilling it according to Qianghua's method.

When the rose is brushed with seasoning, he will also brush the seasoning. When the rose is turned over, he will be turned over.

Mu Xuan took a bite of the chicken drumstick and her expression lit up, "Wow! Jiajia, you really have nothing to say about your craftsmanship!"

"Give me a taste quickly." Mu Cheng was extremely anxious.

Mu Xuan reluctantly gave half of it to Mu Cheng, "You'll have to share half of it with me later."

"No problem." Mu Cheng said generously.

But once the chicken legs entered his mouth, he regretted it. The chicken was tender and tender, the chicken skin was fragrant, and the meat was a little soft and glutinous. The seasoning was moderate, and when he took a bite, he was confused by the aroma.

He licked his face and said, "Jiajia, do you have anything you like? My brother will buy it for you. Can you roast some chicken legs for me?"

Thinking of going to Jinxiu Tower for dinner in two days, Qianghua said, "I want money, one hundred thousand."

"No problem, you can bake two more for me." Mu Cheng immediately transferred the money to Qianghua, looking at her expectantly without any hesitation.

The barbecue chef on the side was upset. He could not earn more than 100,000 yuan by grilling barbecue for a month.

Qianghua tilted her head towards the freezer and motioned to him, "Get it yourself."

Mu Cheng was very happy.

Agent Li and Mu Xuan grabbed the hem of his clothes, their eyes saying "take me one".

Mu Chengle was unhappy.

As the chicken legs on the barbecue grill were spread out, the barbecue master was squeezed into a corner. Fortunately, no one was ordering barbecue now, so he didn't say anything. Instead, he followed Qianghua and learned how to cook barbecue.

Of course Qianghua didn't care. She wished that the barbecue master could learn better than her so that she wouldn't have to cook it herself if she wanted to eat in the future.

The aroma of barbecue slowly spread, and many diners came over.

"Two grilled chicken legs."

"I want two too."

The barbecue master smiled and said, "It'll be ready soon."

Even though he said this, his movements still followed Qianghua's speed.

The dozen or so chicken drumsticks ordered by Mu Cheng were served one after another, and the barbecue master also packaged the chicken drumsticks he had grilled for the guests. He had barbecue experience and would not make the barbecue particularly unpalatable no matter what.

Muxuan and the other three were working on the chicken drumsticks.

At this time, a customer at the roadside table came over with a chicken drumstick. He touched the roses with his hand unceremoniously and said in an instructive tone, "You, go and roast a drumstick for me!"

The barbecue master frowned when he saw the drunken guest in front of him, then quickly smiled and said: "I'm sorry, she is not an employee of our store. The chicken legs are right? I will bake them for you right away."

The visitor smelled of alcohol and was obviously drunk. He didn't hear the barbecue master's words and showed signs of getting angry. He ignored the barbecue master at all and yelled at Qianghua: "Didn't you hear what I said? Hurry up and give it to me." I’ll roast the chicken legs! Otherwise I’ll beat you to death!”

Only then did Muxuan and the other two people realize that this stupid thing was meant for Jiajia.

"Dog competition, who are you going to beat to death?!" Mu Cheng suddenly became angry, put down the drumstick, stood up, wiped his hands with a tissue on the table, and glared at the man.

The man's eyes widened and he threw the chicken drumstick in his hand towards Mu Cheng, "You little bastard, if you dare to scold me, I will kill you!"

After saying that, he rushed forward and wanted to hit Mu Cheng.

How could Mu Cheng be so cowardly? One behind him was his elder sister, and the other was his younger sister. If he dared to take a step back, he would never be able to go home.

He tilted his head, avoided the man's fist, and unceremoniously punched the man in the face with his fist.

"Ow—"

The man let out a painful cry. He was smelling of alcohol and his steps were sluggish. He was hit by Mu Cheng's fist and fell backwards, sitting on the ground.

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