"Come in."

Mo Yan's voice was indifferent, without any waves.

The door was pushed open, and it was the old man guarding under the attic of the Nihinami.

"Pavilion master, here's a puff pastry almond snack, someone sent it over, saying it was for you."

"Take it out."

Mo Yan buried his head in the document without raising his head.

Delivering snacks?

Xiao Momo doesn't know how to cook, let alone make dim sum.

Since it wasn't made by Xiao Momo, it wouldn't be interesting to eat. If it was done by a female disciple I didn't know, I would have accepted it and messed with the peach blossoms.

The relationship between him and Xiao Momo has reached the most critical period.

Everything was confessed.

He also confessed.

It's almost time for Xiao Momo to make a statement.

When this kind of thing happens, how can you let boring people get involved? This kind of snack, no matter who sent it, or how far away you threw it at him!

After the old man guarding the door, Lao Chen, withdrew, he took the dim sum box and went to his hut.

"If you don't eat, I'll eat."

Lao Chen did not wash his hands, opened the box, and ate seven or eight pieces in one go.

I felt choked, and poured a large glass of water with a bang.

sighed and felt unfinished, "Don't say it, that rotten stinky girl, her skills are really good." Much better than the dim sum in the college cafeteria. ”

Lao Chen smiled and ate the remaining ten pieces one after another.

His mouth was full of crumbs, and his lips were stained with oil.

Finally, I wiped my mouth, burped comfortably, patted my stomach, and went out.

The Nihinawakaku was built on a hill.

Vast but sparsely populated.

In a low grove in the back mountain, a woman in her thirties dressed in white and wearing a veil walked anxiously in place.

It wasn't until she saw Lao Chen that her eyes lit up, flashed with joy, and greeted her: "How is it?" Did he eat Mo Yan? ”

Lao Chen opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I ate it, I ate it all, and I praised the people who made pastries for their good skills." ”

"yes, that's great!"

Chu Wuxu was overjoyed.

I feel that my efforts have not been in vain.

Lao Chen's slightly yellowed eyes turned slyly: "You can send some next time, I really like it when I see the pavilion master." ”

"Good, good."

Chu Wuxu hurriedly responded, "I'll make a little more next time, and make two more flavors." ”

Lao Chen smiled, and his saliva almost didn't come out: "Okay, when the time comes, you can send it and hand it over to me." It's not me who blows, the administrative building of the Rilun Pavilion, but I'm the only guard, and I can't do without me. ”

"Thank you."

Chu Wuxu didn't know the real situation, he still had the beauty in his heart, took out hundreds of silver beads from the Qiankun bag, and handed them to Lao Chen, "Please accept it." ”

It's hard work.

Lao Chen was even happier: "Then I'll laugh at it." ”

He's a scoundrel.

Eat pastries with peace of mind, and take the money without guilt.

"Next time, I'll bother you."

"It's not a lot of work, it's just a lot of work, hahaha, happy cooperation." It can be said that it is an old fritter.

And so—

The next day.

Chu Wuxu sent a box of salty and crispy walnut pastries and a box of rose honey pastries.

Lao Chen made a show as usual and sent it to Mo Yan's office.

Mo Yan didn't raise his head as usual, and asked Lao Chen to throw things out.

Lao Chen happily went back to his hut and ate it clean.