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Looking at the delicate little snacks in front of you, your appetite is high.

"Mu Yue, where did Wen Qi order? It's delicious! Gu Zhuyin was eating a peach blossom girl in her mouth, holding a piece of osmanthus cake in her hand, feeling very satisfied.

"It's from Peach Blossom Temple, is it delicious?" Ling Muyue looked at Gu Zhuyin's happy expression and couldn't help but be infected.

These snacks, he went from snacks to big, and he didn't think there was anything special.

But watching Gu Zhuyin eat it, I feel that these things are really rare treasures in the world.

"Mmmmmmmm However, I've heard that Momokeian is so expensive and limited every day, so I don't think this time is there. ”

Gu Zhuyin wanted to buy it a few times, but couldn't buy it every time.

"You can eat it whenever you like." Ling Muyue's words are really not nonsense.

Back then, Mrs. Ling was particularly fond of the dim sum at the Peach Blossom Nunnery.

However, Momowana-an has always been particular about making confectionery with the most traditional recipes and ancient methods.

In the case of Peach Blossom Ji alone, the quality of Ejiao, sesame seeds, and walnut kernels used in the raw materials on the market is uneven, and the price of the finished product is even higher.

As a last resort, Peach Blossom Nunnery had to keep raising the price of pastries, and later, even to the point where ordinary people couldn't afford it.

Later, some people proposed to take the high-end route and give it to the rich.

But it was immediately denied by the store manager at the time.

The reason why Peach Blossom Temple can become a century-old store is inseparable from the pursuit of ordinary people.

The centennial purpose of Peach Blossom Temple: to make everyone affordable to eat palace cakes.

In order to continue to operate, the store manager had to reluctantly cut his love and close the stores in other parts of country C one after another.

When Old Madam Ling learned of this, she felt sorry in her heart.

So he opened his mouth to Old Man Ling, hoping to help Taohuaan.

Old Man Ling's love for his wife was also praised at that time.

With a stroke of the pen, it not only sent a large amount of money to the Peach Blossom Temple at that time, but also made the Peach Blossom Temple branches in various places reopen.

It is also directly invested in the construction of a raw material manor for the Taohuaan, which is called "Taohuawu".

The problems of raw materials and funding were solved.

The store manager at that time was grateful, and when she learned about this, Mrs. Ling opened her mouth, not knowing how to reciprocate.

These things are simply rare for the Ling family, but for the Peach Blossom Nunnery, which is facing bankruptcy, it is undoubtedly a relief in the snow.

So the empathetic Mrs. Ling only made one request: "Just guarantee the supply of the Ling family's pastries." ”

The store manager then ordered that no matter what time in the future, as long as there is a peach blossom hermitage, the Ling family will not miss the pastries of the peach blossom hermitage.

Therefore, no matter what time it is, even if it is 2 o'clock in the morning, as long as you are from the Ling family, a phone call can be made, and the pastries can be delivered.

"Why?" Gu Zhuyin knew that the manager of this store was very angry.

Ling Muyue gave a general description of the cause of the incident to Gu Zhuyin.

was so shocked that Gu Zhuyin almost spit out the food in his mouth.

But when you think about it, it doesn't seem to be a problem.

"By the way, Mu Yue, doesn't it matter if I'm here? Will it affect your work? ”

"No, just sit on the couch for a while. I work on a few papers and I'm off work. ”

After cleaning up the table, Gu Zhuyin sat on the sofa and played a game.

At this time, the sun is already setting.

A slanted eye outside the window shrouds the office.

The man is working at the desk, and the woman is on the sofa, quietly looking at the phone.

The years are quiet.