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Miao Ran was lying on the sofa with a mask on his face. He said that it was really the last piece, and stuffed a spoonful of cake into his mouth.

Miao An was sitting on the sofa next to her with her arms folded, her face clouded.

He was going to play with Jiang Huan today, but some business in his company delayed his time, so he asked Jiang Huan to wait for him at home first, anyway, Jiang Huan knew the password, and all the servants were on vacation, but Miao Ran unexpectedly When I got home, I blocked Jiang Huan in the living room.

As for how Jiang Huan left Miao An, I don’t know. Miao Ran said that Jiang Huan nodded politely and left. Miao Ran didn’t even ask a question. Miao Ran said that he remembered Jiang Huan and carried Miao An at the music festival. Isn't he the one who left?So of course he doesn't see any problem.

"What's more, he left me so many delicious food. I really want to take it to the company to share, but it will be gone after sharing, so I decided to eat it by myself." Miao Ran opened another box inside. It's a blueberry cake.

"That's for me! Not for you!"

Miao An reached out to snatch the cake, put it in front of him, and pulled the other boxes to his side. He raised his chin and raised his eyebrows to make Miao Ran pay attention to body management.

"You are an idol, an artist, can you take good control of your body? And why don't you go to work and come home at this point? What about your manager? It doesn't care about you?"

"I'm resting today. Idols have the right to rest, right?! Besides, isn't this our home? Why can't I go back?" Miao Ran scraped the box of the cake she just ate with a spoon, trying to remove the leftovers from the bottom. Scrape into the spoon, "I thought that the steps of making this cake are similar, so there is not much difference in taste, it is just the difference between the quality of the material used, but today I ate the cake made by your little boyfriend, and found that it is really not Hey, what he made is delicious."

Little boyfriend?

Miao An felt very awkward hearing this word, why is Jiang Huan his "little" boyfriend?

Jiang Huan is not small at all!

And he's not her boyfriend either.

But he didn't bother to correct Miaoran, Miaoran was still a child, he knew nothing.

"Is he a chef? I don't think the packaging of these desserts seems to be bought..." Miao Ran picked up the empty box and looked at it. It was just an ordinary paper box without patterns or logos.

"The last time I ate a small biscuit at home, it was also delicious. I thought that my aunt made it, but then my aunt said that you brought it back. Did he also make it? Seriously, with his personality At the technical level, I want to hand over the dining table and rewards for my fan meeting to him."

"A fan meeting?"

When Miao An heard Miao Ran say this, she suddenly remembered that there was such a thing. Miao Ran had told her before, but she was busy messing with Jiang Huan recently, so she had already forgotten about it.

But what Miaoran said about making dessert tables and giving back gifts sounds pretty good too?

"How many people will you meet? If there are tens of thousands of people, it will definitely not work, but if you thank the staff and need desserts, maybe you can find him, but I'm not sure, because Jiang Huan is quite busy. , you'd better tell me the actual number of people and what you want, and give it to me in writing, and then I'll ask Jiang Huan."

"Does it need to be so complicated?" Miao Ran bit her spoon and frowned, "If there are not many fans, 100 fans will be randomly selected, and then the staff will be added. Someone talked about it, that is to say, to hold a response aid event, to distribute gifts, food, etc. to fans, and then sign autographs, shake hands and sing, ah, cameras are not allowed in the venue, so singing should be fine Question, but last time at the music festival I was already ashamed, and everyone knows how good I am at singing, so I'm not too afraid."

After Miao An was carried off by Jiang Huan at the last music festival, Miao Ran was left fighting alone on stage.

Naturally, Miao Ran can't be coaxed, he is an idol elected by the popular vote, he is beautiful, kind-hearted, and hard-working, so what if he sings out of tune?

The big deal is that the whole Internet is hacked!

So Miaoran put his full horsepower, he didn't know how well he sang, he just knew how to sing loudly, and sang all the lyrics, he didn't know how to express his feelings, he didn't know how to explain his thoughts, but he just dared to sing He sang with the loudest voice, took off his shoes and threw them down, and the bandmates also took off their shoes and threw them down. I feel like I'm nirvana.

But later, when he watched the videos uploaded by viewers on the Internet, he wished he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

He asked his manager if he could do something to get the site to take down his festival videos.

The agent pushed his glasses and replied: There are too many.

So Miao Ran broke the jar, and for this fan meeting, he also prepared a few songs to sing, after all, there must be something to do at the meeting.

"We must make the food delicious, so that when fans mention my meeting, they will think of super delicious food and super expensive gifts, instead of Miao Ran singing super ugly..."

Miao An told Jiang Huan about this, but he didn't say that Miao Ran needed it, he just said that a friend asked him to ask, the number of people and the estimated number of copies, and other requests, and he also forwarded them to Jiang Huan. , he asked Jiang Huan if he wanted to try it, it might be a chance.

Jiang Huan hesitated after looking through the information.

He likes to cook food, including Chinese food, Western food, and dim sum. When he cooks, he never thinks about other things. He just focuses on the raw materials. He always thinks about how to make these raw materials better. He likes to devote himself to the kitchen so that everything outside the kitchen has nothing to do with him.

But he hasn't thought about making money with the food he cooks.

It should be said that he did not expect that the food he cooked could be used to make money.

There are a lot of people, two to 300 people, and the workload is quite heavy if you want a dessert table and a gift in return... Well, I think it’s okay, but the gift in return can be pre-baked biscuits, etc., for the dessert table Desserts will take some time, but that doesn't mean they can't be finished, it's just that it's troublesome for him to be alone, and the cake won't taste good after a long time. At least someone needs to help, and there is also an operation room...

"I only have one person, so I shouldn't be able to finish so many things." Jiang Huan took the list and checked the quantity carefully, "I usually do it at home. If the quantity is large, the home machines can't meet the quantity demand. .”

"That's it..." Miao An nodded. In fact, he had thought of Jiang Huan's concerns. He just asked Jiang Huan face to face if he was willing to do this business. Anyway, he learned from Jiang Huan's expression in his shop. It seems that Jiang Huan is not interested in making clothes, but from Jiang Huan's tone, he should want to do it.

"If you want to do it, maybe I can help. I have a friend's studio that I can use for you, and I also have apprentices who can pack it together and lend it to you. Ah, don't get me wrong, it's a loan, not a gift, but you can do it. What do you think of paying the rent and wages after you get the money from this order?"

Miao’an’s argument was something that Miao’an had thought up long ago. It’s not difficult to find a studio anyway, but he was afraid that Jiang Huan would think that the help he got was based on his body, so he refused to accept it. That’s why he was always friends before friends and after friends. In this way, Miao'an is just a matchmaker, and the money will naturally be collected, so that Jiang Huan will not feel ashamed of receiving it. As for how much to charge, it is up to Miao'an himself.

Jiang Huan was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "Then I owe you a favor again..."

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