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In the past, Lu Xiangyang never believed in making wishes.

Now he believes.

Lu Xiangyang exclaimed: "This is too amazing! Now the business processing speed of the immortals is already so fast?"

The wishing soda that Gu An gave was really fucking reliable.

Wu Sen bought the food printer, and that money made up for it perfectly.After going back and forth like this, coupled with what he had gathered before, Boss Lu got his wish and got a new employee whom he had been thinking about day and night.

Air stove oven.

"It's much more convenient now, and it won't be a problem to order a few more." Lu Xiangyang looked at the half-person-high Xinfeng Stove with his waist in his hands, "Well... the color is almost the same."

This is a stove with pale pink paint, so pink that the flowers and branches tremble in the breeze.With this delicate and girly look, Feng Xiaolu became the prettiest kid in Sunflower Studio in a blink of an eye.

It was a match made in heaven with the little rose gold eDonkey at his door.

"Is there any way!" Lu Xiangyang found a step for himself, "The most cost-effective off-the-shelf one is the only one. Isn't this an urgent use!"

In Boss Lu's dictionary, the best deal is equal to a super low price discount.

In other words, it's the cheapest one.

But the overall function is still very good.The reason for the discount is also very simple, because the color sales are not good, and the black and white styles are slightly more expensive under the same line of products.

Zhou Xi pursed his lips with a smile, and said sincerely, "It's pretty good."

Xiao Hua couldn't bear it until her face turned red, she suppressed a smile and followed suit, "It's really good."

Brother Shun, who was delivering couriers nearby, just ran in to join in the fun. Looking at this pink and shy large-scale equipment, he was so shocked that he forgot the words he had thought up.

"Wow!" Brother Shun tried his best to organize his words, "This color is good, very masculine..."

Lu Xiangyang: "..."

"Okay." Boss Wu Sen, who came to help move the equipment, stood aside and applauded symbolically, "Macho employee, Feng Xiaolu."

Lu Xiangyang: "..."

The new employee has not yet started, and the name is already there.

"Come on." Wu Sen patted him on the shoulder, "We are busy with the Mid-Autumn Festival this year."

It's a coincidence or a coincidence.This year's National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival coincided with the same day.The community took a fancy to the gimmick of the Double Festival, attracted a vote of sponsors, and held a small party in the community square.

In order to facilitate the preparation work, the organizers found the nearest merchants in their own street to come to help with supplies and decorations, including Sunflower Dessert Studio and Forest Coffee House.

Of course, the general sponsor paid for it.

"So you are in charge of tea and coffee." Lu Xiangyang nodded thoughtfully, "No wonder you want a food printer..."

"No." Wu Sen blinked at Zhou Xi quickly, "How can I be busy doing so many coffee prints?"

Zhou Xi smiled in his heart, lowered his head and tugged at his cuff again.

Lu Xiangyang pinched his wrist all the way in the car that day, it wasn't obvious at first, but the bruised finger marks in the past two days slowly came out from under his skin, very eye-catching.

I just came to help Boss Lu move the machine this morning, and when I was working, it was inevitable that it would be exposed sometimes.

With sharp eyes, Wu Sen bumped into him impartially.

"You have this hand..." Boss Wu secretly pulled Zhou Xi and asked, "Who made it?"

"...What?" Zhou Xi didn't think much, and replied truthfully, "Boss Lu's."

Wu Sen glanced at him with unfulfilled interest: "Oh... I always thought you were the one above..."

Zhou Xi choked up, slipped his hands, and almost put Lu Xiangyang's newly bought baby oven down.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I made it in the car."

Wu Sen turned his eyes and nodded meaningfully: "Oh..."

Zhou Xi: "..."

This misunderstanding seems a bit big.

Mr. Zhou weighed the priorities back and forth in his heart.He glanced warily at Lu Xiangyang who was wandering out of the door, turned his head and said solemnly to Wu Sen: "We are friends."

Wu Sen smiled and waved his hands.

"Just kidding." Wu Sen said, "but I knew it when you called me the day before yesterday. You like..."

"No." Zhou Xi retorted coldly, "It's just helping."

"You don't have to hide it from me, I'm also the same, you can tell." Wu Sen said calmly, "How long have you known each other. What kind of friend can do this? Take money to let me Help buy the little machine you bought him?"

Zhou Xi didn't speak, and the surroundings were silent.

Can't answer.

What kind of friends, Zhou Xi can't say.

He didn't even know why he did it.

"I like to say it." Wu Sen touched the brand-new paint surface of the oven, and the soft pink seemed to seep into his eyes, "Who will know if you don't say it?"

Timid, cowardly, and withdrawn, these words seem to have nothing to do with Zhou Xi, he has always been a person who moves forward.

But in front of Lu Xiangyang, he thought it over and over again, but he couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

"He's not what you think." Zhou Xi frowned, turned around and was about to leave, "It's fine now."

"Are you willing?" Wu Sen didn't move, only raised his eyebrows.

There is always a trace of laziness and uninhibitedness in his eyes, as if everything passing in front of him can only be flat without ups and downs.

Like a lonely eagle, the sky is high, the water is far, and the journey is long, but there has never been anything he cares about that can make him stop and linger for a while.

A large part of Wu Sen's seemingly cold and wild temperament comes from this.

Zhou Xi faltered and stopped.

Wu Sen said: "Sometimes, even if you are a second late, you will miss it all your life."

Zhou Xi's back was straight, and he replied in a low voice, not sure if he was telling himself: "Who knows."

Naturally, Lu Xiangyang didn't know about these things. At that time, he was counting the ingredients for delivery outside the store.

Since the macho employee Feng Xiaolu started working, the efficiency of Lu Xiangyang's store has more than tripled. Xiaohua and Boss Zhou packed up together, but they couldn't keep up with Boss Lu's speed of making mooncakes.

The orders written densely on the small blackboard are being wiped out at a joyous speed.

"Ollie!!!" Boss Lu raised his arms and shouted, "After completing the list on the blackboard, we will be on vacation!"

Looks like he's in a good mood.

It was getting late, and only Sunflower Studio was still brightly lit on this street.The warm furnace wind disperses the hot aroma in the small street late at night.

Sister Qingqing had already closed the store and went around to beg for food, Boss Lu casually found a piece of mooncake for her and threw it over.

Qingqing raised her hand and accepted it: "Thank you."

"This piece is extra from the last order." Lu Xiangyang buried his head in weighing the flour and said, "It's almost time to return the oil."

Sister Qingqing picked it up and flipped through it: "The packaging is pretty nice. What does it smell like?"

"The taste is on the front." Xiaohua swam in the ocean of stacked boxes, and finally raised her head, "Blind selection, all delicious——"

"Taro, mud, boo, boo." Qingqing read through the package and sighed sincerely, "Wow, what a name..."

"I think so too." Zhou Xi echoed lightly, "Good name."

It's fine if Mr. Zhou doesn't speak.This repetition made Lu Xiangyang tremble as if remembering something.

The fingertips seemed to have returned to the tactile sensation of that day. Zhou Xi accidentally hit and accidentally put his finger in his mouth, his lips and tongue were warm and soft, and the blood rushed to one place.

Even with a layer of gloves on.

Lu Xiangyang slammed his brain to the brakes desperately, and he plunged his hands into the flour, trying to use the real touch to pull himself out of the memory.

Fuck me.Boss Lu scolded himself while pinching the dough.What do you think about during working hours?

"This taro paste, tsk tsk tsk, it's perfect." Sister Qingqing was very leisurely, sitting down with a moon cake on her fork and pouring tea for herself, and by the way, she raised her legs, "Xiao Lu, the Mid-Autumn Festival party will be held in a few days, you How is the battle going?"

"No problem." Lu Xiangyang turned his head to look at the small blackboard, "There's time, thanks to the new oven, it's a pleasure to be able to stuff five or six plates at a time."

"It should have been bought a long time ago." Qingqing took a sip of tea happily, "I heard that the sponsors of this year's party are very conscientious, and they will participate in the program interaction and draw prizes. Let's all sprint when the time comes."

Lu Xiangyang instinctively raised his ears: "Is there a prize?"

This kind of good thing that you can get things without spending money, Boss Lu, who is a good man at home, can't be absent without reason.

"Yeah." Qingqing swiped the phone screen, "The official list of prizes hasn't been released yet, so I'll forward a copy to you when it's announced."

"Okay—a prize!" Xiaohua yelled, "Take me, take me!"

Qingqing said briskly, "I'll take you with you. Sister, I'm fine tonight. When you're done with your work, I'll take Xiaohua home along the way, so you can go to bed early and beautify your complexion."

"It's getting late." Lu Xiangyang looked at his watch, "Why don't you go back first, Brother Xi is still here."

During the days when he moved to Miancheng, Qingqing was actually the one who came and went the most.It is said that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. In his eyes, Qingqing's character is like a chivalrous heroine. If Wu Sen and Zhou Xi were not there this morning, she would roll up her sleeves and come over to carry the oven.

"Yo, you're human." Qingqing threw the car keys and opened the door, "Xiaohua is gone, I'm starving to death, I'll take you to have a late night snack, and then we'll go shopping at the night market."

Lu Xiangyang: "..."

How can this be called a fickle woman, this is called a woman who changes at will.

After the chattering female soldiers left, the studio became quiet again.

"I'm hungry too." Boss Lu stretched his sore arm, "Every time during the holidays, I can't even eat a bite of dim sum in the end."

Zhou Xi tilted his head slightly in the direction of his speech, but his eyes remained on the stacked boxes in his hand. After bowing his head for a long time, his glasses slid down a bit, revealing his drooping eyelashes.

Like a docile big cat.

Lu Xiangyang suddenly felt that he was so hungry that he was more awake than ever, and swallowed involuntarily.

"Huh?" Zhou Xi stacked the square little gift box in the finished product area, raised his head and met Lu Xiangyang's eyes, "Can't you save some for yourself?"

"Theoretically, it is reserved." Lu Xiangyang pursed his mouth, "You don't know, the closer the festival is, the more individual customers will come to find goods temporarily, and in the end almost all of them are sold out, not a box There are people who want it. Except for a few defective products, there is no way to keep the others."

"It means Boss Lu's business is good." Zhou Xi smiled, "Why don't we have a late-night snack after you clean up?"

The author says:

Today's boss Wu Sen seems to be full of experience.hush.

Eat stewed goose palm.

Oh, it's a perfect match with the TV series...why is Big Goose's jiojio so fragrant?The meat is springy and thick, the tendons and bones are crisp and springy, and the collagen is full of torn apart.If the brine base is good, even the bones are so fragrant that you want to suck it a few more times.

While eating, I am already thinking about eating spicy duck neck next time.