After the Sapporo race, it was the end of the month in the blink of an eye, and it was only a few days before Christmas on the 25th of every year. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In order to welcome Christmas, many restaurant managers are busy greeting their friends, decorating the inside and outside of the restaurant, or setting up a Christmas tree or pasting a pair of soaring golden deer on the glass window.

Or, the restaurant plays the well-known Christmas song.

On the morning of the 22nd, Xia Yu and another cadre under him, Ruishan Edazaya, inspected the shopping street.

"The Christmas Day food festival lasts for three days, starting from the day before Christmas Eve and ending on the 26th, I discussed with the store owners that on Christmas Eve on the 24th, each store will come up with exclusive Christmas food for the occasion, and the big rewards will make the atmosphere of the shopping street stronger and attract more customers, and maintain our popularity and popularity......

Ruishan talked as he walked.

In the past, the store managers had plans for a food festival, but now it is the annual Christmas, which is a rare big promotion day in the neon homeland, so the festival is naturally placed during this time.

The two unknowingly arrived at the 'fog house branch' of the dry sunhouse, and Xia Yu was just about to speak, when the golden bell hanging from the glass door of the fog house restaurant collided and rang, and the dry sun, the manager and chef, came over with a smile.

"Ahh

The title of chairman made the corners of Xia Yu's mouth pull subtly, "Cough, the dry chef is good!"

Hinata is indeed a busy man, and as soon as he escaped from the store, there was a complaining shout from the staff on the other end, "Dry chef, dry chef, take a look at the layout of the kitchen......

There was a hint of embarrassment on her face, "Wait!"

When he returned to the store, he trotted out again, handed a delicate gift box that seemed to have just been made, handed it to Xia Yu, turned around and waved his hand, "A little Christmas snack is one of the ones that we prepared for the food festival in the fog house, you can try it." ”

As he spoke, he suddenly paused, and turned back with a face full of evil taste.

"Oh, I forgot, Chef Xia is so popular with girls, Christmas snacks such as chocolates and the like, Christmas Eve must be crammed into the house, right?

Watching Qianhi Xiangzi enter the store, Xia Yu was inexplicably sweating on his forehead.

Tut!

I feel like Christmas and chocolate go well together, as if that's the case......

The wind is tight, should he go to the field to hide first?

"Ahem!"

Next to him, Ruishan Zhizu also coughed and reminded, pushed the frame of his glasses, and his eyes under the reflective lenses had a trace of imperceptible envy.

"Let's continue with what we just talked about......"

Xia Yu brought the topic back at the right time.

After some inspection, Xia Yu can be said to have felt the atmosphere of Christmas Day in advance, and when he returned to the store, he also brought a box of gift candy.

"That, lecturer, is Isshiki in charge of the promotional advertisement for the 'Seven-Colored Snow Girl'?" before leaving, Ruishan suddenly asked, his expression solemn.

"Yes, you've heard about it too?" Xia Yu, who was unpacking the Hyuga candy gift box, looked up.

"Well, it's too much movement, and there's a lot of commotion outside......"

Ruishan hesitated, he had something to say, but he seemed to be afraid that his questioning of Isshiki's work would give the lecturer in front of him the impression of a bad villain who was complaining behind his back.

"Say!" Xia Yu frowned.

"Actually, that's probably the case, you know ...... first"

Ruishan told Xia Yu about the publicity reaction to Xia's farm in the past two days.

……

Although Lei Zhe was defeated and withdrew from Dongying in accordance with the Halberd Treaty, this does not mean that the power of the 'Food Club' has disappeared in Dongying.

Headquarters of the American Food Council.

The editor-in-chief, Kenichiro Shiraishi, is whispering and having a conversation with a certain overseas bigwig.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Wiping a handful of cold sweat from his forehead, Kenichiro Shiraishi said: "According to the existing publicity, Xia's Farm has indeed made up products that are worth investing a lot of money in publicity, you see ......"

"Hmph!" The cold snort made this notorious, Xiaoqiang-like black pen who was immortal in the Dongying food world, tremble, and his eyes showed fear.

There will be eight giants in the food club, that is, eight hills, which are divided into academic schools, research schools, and breeding schools.

These factions correspond to the departments of the IGO organization, and one of them, known as the "Ben faction", controls the propaganda and intelligence resources of the Food Society, and is regarded as the most vocal force under the leadership of the Food Society.

To put it simply, the hostility and voice of the giant who is talking to Kenichiro Shiraishi nowadays largely represent the will of the entire gourmet society.

Xia Yu, who personally defeated Lei Zhe, didn't know what kind of earthquake the food club had experienced in just a few days.

However, from the hostility of this giant, it is not difficult to see that Xia Yufan's slap in the past may have made the food club angry.

Gourmet Club Headquarters.

A very thin man with a short stature, only a height of one meter and a half-five, put down the landline phone, jumped from the high chair, fluttered to the ground, and then stepped in front of Lei Zhe.

"Rubbish!"

One of the giants, the 'Phantom' Bass, scolded Lei Zhe, who was sitting there, with his head down, and scolded, "Although the leader's treatment of you is just to face the wall and ground, let you wash your shame by yourself. But the fact that you were defeated made us also lose our faces and sweep away the majesty, don't think that it will have no effect if you eat the halberd in private!"

Lei Zhe grimaced.

"Moreover, when you wash away your shame, I don't know when the leader forbids us to launch another halberd war against that kid, but that doesn't mean that we can't do anything!"

Bas laughed, smug on his face: "If you master the media and public opinion, you will also master another invisible force to kill!"

Scold!

Killing invisible?

Lei Zhe took a sip in his heart at the smug face of his colleague, don't think too simple about that hairy boy!

Shaking his head and getting up, seeing that these colleagues who are also giants rashly launched another war without figuring it out, Lei Zhe was quite pessimistic in his heart - he was afraid of his pig teammates!

"Bass, you're probably going to lose, it's not America. Lei Zhe dropped a sentence and left.

Back to Tokyo.

In this store, Xia Yu frowned and browsed an article with his mobile phone.

The article titled "A celebrity chef is in a hurry to make money after becoming famous, not afraid of looking ugly?" once became one of the top few popular tweets, and the author of the article was none other than Kenichiro Shiraishi, the black pen who once disgusted him.

Reading a passage from the article:

“…… It is understandable that chefs meet the shining stage, become sought after and admired, because these are the respects they have earned with their cooking skills. But in recent years, there has been a trend of evil in the food industry, and the celebrity chefs who became famous overnight did not settle down to continue to hone their cooking skills, but were eager to cooperate with a certain food company to become a food consultant, or simply take a huge amount of advertising money to endorse junk food to harm the people, and trample on the dignity of chefs again and again for money, ruining this sacred profession!"