Chapter 8: Idols

"The oven, the flour, the cream, the eggs - well, they should all be there. After a slight inventory of the things he bought, Zhao Mian nodded and said.

The time was probably two days after Gianna returned to Azeroth, although Gianna said her suggestion with a joking mentality, but Zhao Mian, who had no specific plans, really thought about it carefully for a while, and then decided. Because, as Gianna said, the business is not so hard when it is well funded, and the café is not too noisy - the most important thing is that as long as it is run properly, the investment will always pay off, especially if there is not much competition in the vicinity. So today, Zhao Mian is planning to come out to buy some things, and first try to make some possible goods to come out and experiment.

"I haven't bought the seasoning yet, Brother Mian. Although he and Dornan were taken back to Azeroth by Gianna the day before yesterday, unlike the quiet Dornan, Sarandia ran here again early the next morning - and then brushed Mephisto all day, and the poor guy repeated the experience of being crushed to death by a small fireball throughout the day, but he also used his last strength to provoke the other party, and Salantia's warehouse was filled with rejuvenating potions. However, Zhao Mian didn't want Sarandia to become a game wasted house, so on the morning of this day, ignoring Sarandia's coquettishness, Zhao Mian dragged this reserve paladin, who had almost become an otaku, to the street.

"As for the seasoning, I should have quite a few here, and the last time your sister Yimei came over, she bought a lot of them and kept them at home. Zhao Mian lowered his head and glanced at her, and then continued to walk forward, "Besides, I'm just going to try to make something out first to see if it can be sold to the extent that it can be sold, so the seasoning is not so needed." ”

"But there are all kinds of chai, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea in the house, and I don't think that can be used to make bread - let alone pastries when I drink coffee. Salantia pulled Zhao Mian's sleeve, shuttled through the crowd, and said, "Besides, you can't use those seasonings on your body, they are all things from Azeroth or other worlds, although Brother Mian is physically strong and doesn't care about those things, but if it is used as a commodity, you still have to consider the physical condition of the local residents, so at least some local seasonings we need." ”

"Well, there is indeed some truth, it seems that it has not been ordinary people for too long, and common sense is a little lacking. Zhao Mian stopped his steps, thought for a moment and said, "Then let's go back and buy some more seasonings, and by the way, buy some cooking ingredients - what do you want to eat at night." ”

"Whatever I eat, I don't want to eat cakes, bread, and so on - because it must be something that has been made, and I don't want to be a test subject. Muttered these words, although she lowered her voice very low, but Zhao Mian still inevitably heard them clearly. Sarantia's eyes rolled with a purlene, then she raised her head with a smile on her face, looked at Zhao Mian and said, "I know that there is a dish called braised hoof tendons, Uncle Chen once made this dish for us when he passed by Stormwind City, and he hasn't eaten it since, even the proprietress with gold roses doesn't know how to cook it, Brother Mian, will you make it?"

"Well, this is my hometown dish, you actually asked me if I could make it?, just look forward to it, it must be better than your Uncle Chen!" Zhao Mian raised his eyebrows, ignoring the first half of Sarantia's words, and then said, "But is there any event going on today?Why do I feel like we're going against the crowd now, so when can we go back to the place that sells condiments?"

"Well—it seems like a certain princess called 'Onion' is going to hold a concert here?" Prick up her ears to carefully distinguish the sounds of the conversation around her, and after a while Sarandia said, "It's a very peculiar name, it's called Onion, why not garlic - but Brother Mian, we're really going against the crowd." ”

"Why don't you wait a minute, find a place nearby, and the huge flow of people will pass." Zhao Mian relied on his height advantage and looked around left and right, "Well, in the direction of eight o'clock where we are now, there is an alley, although it seems that the inside is relatively narrow, and it is not clean, but it doesn't look like at least there will be people going in and out." ”

"But it seems that the princess named 'Onion' is very popular. "Hiding in the small alley, which can only allow Zhao Mian and Sarandia to stand side by side, watching the pedestrians on the sidewalk not far away walk towards the front with smiles, on their faces, as if the pressure of life has been far away from them, the smile and vitality that are not common in this depressed society are particularly conspicuous at this moment - Zhao Mian and Sarantia, who grew up in the perennial war, are keenly aware of this subtle atmosphere," It's just a concert, but it can make these people forget their troubles for a while-Brother Mian, I suddenly want to know what kind of person that princess is. ”

"I guess he's a very good idol. Zhao Mian looked at the endless stream of people in front of him and said, "If you can make so many people feel happy, then no matter what, for an idol, she is a success." But don't ask me to sneak you backstage or anything, and don't want me to help you get into the concert venue - if you really want to get to know her, then you can go back and find some information online, or watch it live on TV, and I'll consider pre-ordering tickets for your next one. ”

Regarding Zhao Mian's preaching, Sarandia just pursed her lips and muttered in a low voice: "Qi, boring and rigid uncle." ”

"I hear you. Zhao Mian patted Sarantia's head vigorously, which made her shrink her neck slightly, "I don't take you to sneak backstage because I'm afraid it won't be long before the concert starts when there is such a large flow of people, and if you sneak in at this time and get in touch with that idol, I'm afraid it will affect the normal order of the concert - after all, we are not special guests." And I don't want you to get into the habit of trespassing because you didn't buy a ticket in advance, not because of anything else, just because it's so tasteless. ”

"Yes, yes, I know, I know, Your Excellency the Duke of Zhao Mian Paladin!" Salantia dodged the hand that Zhao Mian intended to put on top of her head angrily, and then kicked Zhao Mian's left calf, and then ran into the depths along the deep alley with a cloud of smoke, "Brother Mian~, old and old~~." Brother Crown~, Dead Wood~~. Brother Mian~, a good old man~~. As she ran forward, words fell out of her mouth with strange tunes, and her voice echoed like silver bells in the narrow alley.

After all, it's still just a naïve age, so let her be like this. Zhao Mian shook his head with a wry smile as he watched Sarandia disappear around the corner not far away. A child should have the appearance of a child, and it is not good to be old-fashioned all the time.

"Brother Mian~-Ah!" Although Sarantia could no longer be seen, her voice still echoed in the narrow alley, but the strange tone suddenly broke off, and Sarantia's somewhat flustered and startled voice came, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-you didn't break your ribs, did you?"