No. 66 was very lively here, the more it seemed that No. 67 was as quiet as a chicken, and the media reporters at the front of the queue had a faint look on their faces, they came here for work, not to wait for Carlos' dessert.

And they also have other interview tasks, such as "Dango's Cake", "Kino's Baking", and "Miss Bread", which are also their interview tasks, leaving them with little time!

"What's the matter, other stalls have opened, but Carlos' house hasn't opened yet? Could it be that he learned the way of the entertainment industry, three invitations, four invitations, five waiting?"

"Isn't it, you haven't become a six-star yet, and you've already started to play big names?"

Carlos has already obtained a five-star baker level as soon as he graduates, and for many bakers, it takes at least ten years to become a five-star senior baker, but Carlos has done it in just a few years.

It's no wonder that these media reporters will come to Carlos' booth for the first time.

At this time, there was finally a little movement in the cubicle, as if he had been waiting for a long time, and finally revealed his true face, with thick slightly curly black short hair, deep and three-dimensional facial features, dark brown eyes with a bit of mixed blood, and walked out with a pair of long legs.

The girls outside were surprised to wow, it was actually a mixed-race beautiful man with outstanding temperament.

"Finally Carlos came out!"

"I didn't expect Carlos to be so handsome, I thought I was an uncle in the photo before with a big beard!"

The man quickly walked in front of everyone, a pair of dark brown eyes glanced lazily at everyone, the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, and his smile was a little lazy, "You guys are so early~" With a bit of the unique laziness and casualness of the F people, it seems that the people standing in front of him are his friends for many years.

"Morning, Carlos~"

"Carlos, you're so handsome!"

"Thanks for the compliment. A pair of dark brown eyes narrowed slightly, even if the man was lazy, he was still a little happy in the face of such a warm and patient waiting customer, and was about to ask them if they wanted a Timirasu.

The reporters of the new media in front of them couldn't help but speak, and their anxious tones and scrambling behaviors revealed their true purpose for coming here one by one.

"Carlos, we are a contracted writer of the Tao Food APP, can you accept our interview?"

"Carlos, we are the new media people of the Modu Eat, Drink and Play official account, can we take up a little of your time..."

“Carlos...”

However, before they could finish speaking, the man in the stall had a sinking face, the temperature in his eyes instantly faded, and his voice was a little cold, "I'm sorry, you're not welcome here, please... Leave. ”

The last two words seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, and the man didn't seem to want to explain anything to a group of stunned new media reporters, so he turned around and disappeared into the cubicle in the blink of an eye.

"Damn, why is Carlos like this?"

"Why don't you welcome us? Aren't we guests, it's okay to buy desserts after the interview!"

"Too proud, right? Forget it, let's not interview him. ”

The crowd in front of the stall tended to decrease, and slowly, only a small number of customers who came to taste the food remained, and Babyface hurriedly walked out to greet the guests, and Carlos never appeared in front of everyone again, but fortunately, the organizers did not insist that he must come forward.

Wen Qing took in the scene just now next to her, and said, "Master...."

"I can understand that. Lou Qingyu knew what she was thinking, and her obsidian-like eyes were a little deep, "If it's you, you know that this group of people are just here to interview you, not to really enjoy the food, how would you feel?"

"Well, I'm going to be angry, too. Wen Qing understood, a pair of deer eyes couldn't help but look in the direction of No. 67, that uncle didn't seem to have appeared since he went in, it seemed that he was too sad, should she go and comfort him?

But it would feel strange for someone you don't know to comfort you?

However, the Timira Su in the stall next door was sold one by one, and the smile on the customer's face was delicious, the dessert made by this uncle should also be delicious, but no matter how delicious it is, it will definitely not be as delicious as what her master makes, this is from the inner thoughts of a fan girl controlled by a master.

So, should we comfort them?

Without waiting for the tangled Wen Qing to make up her mind, Lou Qingyu's fluttering words kept her busy all morning, "Xiaoqing, take out the inventory in the refrigerator and make a new batch of mille-feuille." "Naturally, I don't have time to think about the uncle next door.

At this time, a group of three people stopped in front of booth No. 67, wearing press cards on their chests and holding professional interview equipment, which looked more reliable than the previous new media, and waited for the baby faces to see the press cards on their chests, "It's a reporter from Modu Daily!"

The beautiful young lady at the head was dressed in a professional suit, wearing delicate makeup, her red lips were slightly hooked, and she asked with a smile, "Yes, I wonder if Mr. Carlos is free to give us an interview right now? ”

This polite tone was much better than before, coupled with the smiling appearance of the beautiful young lady, she was really embarrassed to refuse, and the baby face scratched her head, "I'll try it, but I don't guarantee that the master will accept it." ”

"Master, a reporter from the Modu Daily came over to interview you... Do you want to come out?"

Focusing on the work in hand, the man coldly spit out two words, "Don't go!" Because of the previous one, he is not in a good mood now.

When Babyface heard this, he couldn't help but turn around, and at a glance he saw the young lady's pleading and pleasing eyes, thought about it, and persuaded again, "Master, give face to the young lady~"

"Don't give it!" and didn't know it, what face to give, the man couldn't help but pout.

"Master~"

It's a pity that the man was unmoved, and Babyface had to walk out of the cubicle with a distressed face, and explained to the reporter of the Magic City Daily with an apologetic face.

"Knock Knock"

The man's fingertips paused, his eyes raised, and he looked at the window behind him, and could vaguely see a tall, thin and slender figure.

"Who is it?" The window is at the back of the cubicle, and only the baker of the stall can walk to this place, and the audience cannot enter.

The people outside seemed to be frightened by the man's voice, and suddenly hid to the side, and after a few seconds, as if remembering something, a white note was stuffed through the crack in the window, and soon disappeared in front of the window.

[The Timira Su you made is super delicious!What the media reports outside say is not wrong at all!]

The delicate and graceful words jumped on the white paper, the dark brown eyes crossed a starlight smile at this time, the lips couldn't help but turn up, and the long legs were opened, and the cubicle walked out, and the baby face turned around when he heard the movement, "Hey, master, aren't you unable to tell?"

"Didn't you say you wanted an interview?" the tall and straight figure of the man appeared in front of the three of them, "Please hurry up, I still have to rush the next batch of Timirasu." ”

In the face of the sudden pie, the beautiful lady was first dizzy from being smashed, and quickly seized this opportunity, "Thank you very much Mr. Carlos, may I ask what is Mr. Carlos' Chinese name?"

"Pu Yucheng. ”