Chongxi's petite wife dressed as a vegetative boss

Ah Sang was speechless, stepped forward and picked up Mrs. Mo Er's collar, and carried her aside.

Mo Ru's furrowed brows finally relaxed, and he said, "You don't need to talk about being polite, Second Uncle, take me to the company!"

Mo Baiding and Aunt Mo looked at each other, Mo Baiding came forward with a smile and said: "Look, let's talk about going to the company tomorrow, okay? Today I prepared a welcome banquet for you, and invited many celebrities in the circle. Have a meal together."

The Second Madam Mo glared at Mo Baiding, and Mo Baiding added: "There are also the backbone of the company, so even if you don't go to the company, you can still meet all of them."

Mo Rushen just wanted to see the faces of these people, and how they got along with Mo Baiding.

It has only been more than half a year since his parents' accident, and the company's stock price has fallen like this.

Moreover, Mo Baiding still felt how honorable he was, and he didn't want to see what the Mo family has lost now.

He slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and said, "Since Second Uncle has arrangements, that's fine, just follow Second Uncle's arrangements!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Baiding immediately said happily: "That's really great, everyone wants to meet you too."

After speaking, everyone walked towards the hotel arranged by Mo Baiding.

Su Moyan's hot pot is also ready here, and the thick and fragrant soup is rolling with white waves.

Su Moyan personally served as a waiter once, and served more than a dozen meat and vegetable dishes.

The middle-aged man with a cane took off his fisherman's hat and asked cheerfully, "Young man, why have I never seen so many ingredients in your hot pot?"

Su Moyan put the last ingredient on the table and said, "Since Mr. is interested, let me introduce it."

As he spoke, he pointed to the ingredients on the table one by one: "This is hairy tripe. It tastes crisp and delicious. This is duck intestine, which is chewy. It can be taken out after 30 seconds in the pot. Otherwise, it will be old. This is duck blood, it tastes smooth and tender, and smells like duck. It's like tofu, so it's also called duck blood tofu..."

Listening to Su Moyan's introduction one by one, the expressions of everyone at the table became more and more exciting.

Especially the Mr. Fisherman's Hat, he asked curiously: "Is there so much attention to food alone?"

Su Mo said: "That's natural. Food is the most important thing for the people, so our food culture in China is extensive and profound."

Mr. Fisherman Hat also agreed with this statement, but sighed secretly: "Unfortunately, many food cultures have been broken! Influenced by Western culture, our food has also become low-spirited."

Su Moyan smiled: "So I'm here, sir, do you want to try it?"

As he said that, Su Moyan put the duck intestines into the boiling thick soup, and scalded it for 30 seconds according to his touch.

Once the 30 seconds are up, fish it out immediately.

Then poured it into the plate of Mr. Fisherman's Hat, and made a gesture of invitation: "Why don't you try it?"

Mr. Fisherman's Hat couldn't wait any longer. He immediately picked up the duck intestines and dipped them in the dipping sauce that Su Moyan had made for him.

After one bite, the spicy taste directly crushed his taste buds.

Although it was indeed very spicy, Su Moyan only adjusted it to a slightly spicy level.

But it is amazing, although it is very spicy, it stimulates the appetite very much.

He couldn't wait to chew the duck intestines, and after swallowing, he let out bursts of exclamation: "This really...surprises me!"

I never thought that the taste of intestines would be so amazing.

And this soul dipping sauce is also delicious, making him gasp, and couldn't help but start to study what's in it.

As a result, after inquiring, I found out that there are more than a dozen ingredients in this dipping sauce alone.

It's just that you can choose which ones you want and which ones you don't according to your own taste.

Mr. Fisherman Hat can't wait to eat other things, fat beef, fat sheep, enoki mushroom, lettuce, spinach, bean curd, vermicelli...

Everything, Mr. Fisherman's Hat can't put it down.

Looking at the two little apprentices next to him, their saliva was already dripping all over the floor.

Su Moyan winked at them helplessly, and after entertaining the distinguished guests, they still have their own small stove.

It wasn't until Mr. Fisherman Hat couldn't eat anymore that he finally put down his chopsticks and said, "Mr. Su! Will your hot pot restaurant open a branch in Southern Province?"

Su Moyan smiled and said, "Coincidentally, I'm going to the southern province, and it's not just a hot pot restaurant."

Compared with other provinces, Nan Province is a relatively rich and developed province in this fictional world.

It is an industrial model that combines tourism and entertainment, and its business is also doing very well.

So Nan Province is a province worth developing.

The point is that both Mo Rushen and Qi's father have property there, and Mo Rushen said that he still has a villa by the sea, where he can live.

Su Moyan suddenly felt that he could enjoy the shade by leaning against a big tree. If he started from scratch, he would undoubtedly encounter many more obstacles in exploring the new map.

When they got up to deliver Mr. Fisherman's Hat, at the invitation of the other party, they added a WeChat message to each other.

After adding WeChat, the other party said unwillingly: "At first, I was thinking whether I was lobbying you to join the entertainment industry. But after eating the food you cooked, I think it is a shame for you to enter the entertainment industry."

Su Mo smiled and said, "You're too much."

The other party said: "No, by the way, there is a little brother here who likes Nan Xing very much. If you need his autographed photo, you can tell me, and I will ask the staff to send it over."

Su Moyan was quite reserved at first, but when he heard that he could send it over, he immediately asked, "Do you have any with chest muscles?"

Mr. Bucket Hat: ? ? ? ? ? ?

Today's boys are really too unrestrained.

But he still replied cheerfully, "Yes, he has a set of muscular portraits, and I'll send you two sets."

Ye Hongxin didn't understand the hobbies of his master and second senior brother. There was a wall between a straight man and a little shou.

Su Zhe and Su Moyan were both very happy. It would be nice to exchange two sets of muscle photos for one meal.

After seeing off Mr. Fisherman, the two couldn't wait to start tinkering with the soup base and ingredients by themselves.

I am used to watching Su Moyan cook, and the cooking skills of the two have also skyrocketed.

But in a short while, the hot pot was cooked.

While cooking, he looked at the notebook. It turned out that they recorded that the various ingredients that Su Moyan had just mentioned needed to be cooked for a few seconds.

While cooking, there is still discussion: "It's time, it's time, oops, it's getting old, but it's okay!"

"I want to eat duck blood, fresh duck blood! I killed it just now, it's very delicious!"

"I've killed the bacteria. Master said to use vinegar and lemon."

"Wow, it smells so good! Give me some more hairy belly...there is too little hairy belly."

"This one is very expensive, 48 yuan a piece, just a few slices."

"But it's delicious. I can eat ten servings in one sitting."

"Don't! The others are delicious too, why don't we cook some coriander?"

……

Su Moyan looked at the two gluttonous people speechlessly, and thought to himself that you really know how to pick good things!

The next day, the hot pot restaurant officially opened.

Since the aroma of hot pot can travel very far, it attracted a large number of diners to line up on the first day of opening.

This is the most popular item after milk tea.

I have to say that hot pot is always the god.

And Su Moyan's favorite is hot pot. I made it for the old man at home in the past two days, and the whole medical research institute went crazy.

There was no other way, Su Moyan had no choice but to give everyone a portion of the hot pot base that he had made.

In the past few days, the whole medical research institute has been filled with the smell of hot pot, and the posts on Moments are all about hot pot.

Mo Rushen felt a little regretful, why didn't he bring the little daughter-in-law here.

In this case, he also has delicious hot pot.

But he was really busy here. After meeting several backbones of the company that night, he could clearly feel that Mo Baiding had firmly grasped these people.

No matter what the reason is, it is no longer possible for them to stand on their side.

There was only one old man, Mr. Qin, who held his hand and told some inside stories tearfully after seeing him.

It is said that Mo Baiding has all the key handles in his hands, either the video of the improper relationship between men and women, or some financial evidence.

Elder Qin cried and said, "We were the best when your grandfather was alive. Now that he's gone, I miss him so much!"

While comforting him, Mo Rushen murmured in his heart, my grandfather is still alive and well!

But Mr. Qin was confused, always thinking that he was the oldest living among the group of friends.

After coming out of Qin's hometown, Mo Rushen made Ah Sang shake off a bunch of little tails, and finally said: "How did the investigation of yesterday's incident go?"

Ah Sang immediately replied: "A phone call was intercepted. Sure enough, Mo Baiding would ask that man for instructions on everything. He called him Mr. Tuorong, and that Tuorong seemed to know a little about numerology. Listen to what I intercepted. processing."

After finishing speaking, Ah Sang played the recording intercepted yesterday.

After a burst of electrical noise, Mo Baiding's voice came: "Mr. Tuorong, as you said, he woke up, what should I do now? None of the methods you taught me have worked. Blame me, I was careless."

An old voice came, and it made people uncomfortable to hear: "Did he make his request? Agree to all his requests, let him sit in a high position, and give him whatever he wants."

Mo Baiding hesitated: "This...Mr. Tuorong, why? I finally..."

The other party said: "If you want to keep this glory and wealth forever, just listen to me, otherwise you can deal with it yourself!"

Mo Baiding immediately said: "Sir, don't be angry, I know that only you can let me have all of this. Well, I listen to you, and tomorrow I will announce to the board of directors that my nephew Mo Rushen will take over Mo's."

The notification sound stopped here, Ah Sang turned off the phone screen and said, "It seems that your suspicion is in the right direction. So, what should I do next, boss."

At this moment, Su Zhe sent him a message, which was a picture.

Ah Sang clicked on the picture, and it turned out to be a selfie of him.

What was photographed was not a face, but a pink and tender fart, wearing a small thong.

Ah Sang was helpless, with a calm expression on his face, but replied to him: "Naughty."

Mo Rushen looked solemn, and said: "Then follow the trend and take over Mo's, I'm afraid it's easier for him to ask the gods than to give them away."

Ah Sang nodded, but then received a message from Su Zhe: "My husband misses you so much, I want to be with you, umm, can't we do a remote video later."

Ah Sang's phone fell to the ground with a slap, he raised his legs, picked up the phone and said to Mo Rushen with a serious face: "Well, you're right."