"Mr. Le, the girl is thinking about the store, are you sure you want to disturb her?" Ah Shan looked at Mr. Le expressionlessly.

Mr. Le: "...... Forget it, I'll eat first. ”

Jono sat on the stool and stared at Pu'er Tea.

In the end, as soon as Gino was defeated, she leaned back in her chair in a decadent manner.

looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and began to play a scoundrel: "The Chu Zhong I promised to make you candy is true, but I didn't expect that there would be no milk powder, no butter and no cream in this place." ”

What a mistake, she wants to make nougat, these things are essential.

Pu'er tea's two big eyes glared, and when he looked up, he was about to push down the big jar of maltose on the table.

I don't have to eat, what do you want to do with this thing?

Let it come back with all the hard work, and even tell it that it can't do it.

It's really emotionally hurtful.

As soon as Jono saw through its intentions, he quickly stood up and hugged the crockpot, "Don't, I can also find a way to make other sugar for you to eat." ”

For example, it is boiled directly into maltose.

Pu'er tea's skeptical eyes looked at her, examining the credibility of her words.

Jono quickly stretched out his hand and swore: "I promise to make candy for you to eat, but it's not that kind of sugar." ”

Pu'er tea snorted out of its nostrils, then believe it again for the time being, if you dare to lie to it again, it will no longer believe the words of this master, this bad guy who deceives people with sugar.

After watching the Pu'er tea move out step by step, Qiao Nuo breathed a sigh of relief and patted the crockpot with a depressed expression.

After glancing at the words translated by the brainwaves that skipped on the screen in front of him, Ding Dong sat down on a stool and knocked on the table.

He glanced back at the control room, and his eyes sparkled like he saw a mountain of gold.

Twenty cases of milk powder and a box of butter and a box of cream almost filled this little control room.

Dingding Bell had already noticed that Jono wanted to make nougat, so he hurried to buy these items, waiting for her to resell them to her when she desperately needed them.

"Hahaha, I am the way of making money in the old moon!" A clanging sound came from the throat in triumph and forgetfulness.

"If you let the boss know about this, what do you think will happen?"

Unexpectedly, a cold voice came from behind those milk powder boxes.

Scared Jingle Bell into a sturdy one, and fell off the swivel chair.

Qingqing Riverside Cao counted the number of these goods before flashing out from behind, coldly looking at the dingdong that got up from the ground.

"Are you going to trade these things for the host again?" Qingqing Riverside Grass really wants to break open Ding Jing's brain and see if he has a money detector in his brain?

Otherwise, why do you think about making money every day?

Ding Ding saw that the person was the grass by the green river, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and went back to the rotating chair.

"Is this just needed by the host, shouldn't I charge the host some labor fees?" Dingle Bell answered as a matter of course.

"Aren't you afraid that the boss will punish you?"

"What is the punishment, our regulations don't say that you can't send things to the host."

Ding Ding Dong has carefully studied, all the express rules of their moon old house, that is, those texts that are not known to outsiders, he has stolen them to study thoroughly, and none of them say that they cannot exchange goods for money with the host.

Qingqing Riverside Grass recalled the content of those regulations, but there was no such requirement.

Thinking about it like this, his heart lit up, maybe he could try it too.

After all, his host is much richer than the jingle host.