"I will definitely not forget. If I forget anything, I will never forget the third prince's affairs." Huamian promised with a promise.

After a while, the few people coaxed Yuan Kongming back to the building and tempted him. Li'er then breathed a sigh of relief and went back to find Huamian.

"The poster said she wanted to eat the kind of barbecue you made before tomorrow for breakfast."

Sure enough, Hua Mian knew that Li'er came to find her at this time, and most of the time, Sikong Yu had something to eat again.

"There are also the last time osmanthus candy rounds, fruit cakes, and red bean cakes."

“…”

Hua Mian resisted and did not complain. Even if Sikong Yu could really eat so much, he didn't consider how troublesome it was to make it? People in this world were really spoiled by their habits. Why are the dishes just done casually, and there is no concept of making demand at all.

So Sikong Yu was not polite when he ordered the dishes, and he never thought about how troublesome the production process would be.

Huamian grabbed his hair and said to Ying'er: "Ying'er, please take care of it for a while, I'll go back and take a break."

After being trained by Huamian for this period, Ying'er has gradually been able to do the production alone. After answering, she took over the work from Huamian and became busy.

In the last few days of Zhengzhilan's autumn festival, the number of customers in the store did not decrease at all. Huamian was not convenient to walk in the building with his signature veil, so he went to the yard of the side building to rest.

Sitting on the stone bench under the tung tree, Huamian leaned her body against the trunk. It was almost late summer. The wind in the evening was no longer as hot as before. The flowers of the sycamore tree fell on the dress, with a faint purple color. In addition to the fragrance of flowers, there was also the aroma of food. It was also very comfortable to sit like this.

Just as Huamian was enjoying the rest comfortably, the smell in the air suddenly changed, and a strange smell was mixed in the aroma of the roasted wings. Just as Huamian was still surprised, the strange smell became stronger and stronger.

No! This tastes abnormal! What's the battered thing?!

Huamian's first reaction was that something happened to the barbecue stall in front of him. He didn't bother to pat the sycamore flowers that fell on his body, and lifted up his skirt and ran out.

Sure enough, as soon as I turned out of the yard gate of the side building, I saw a crowd surrounding the flower platform, and the black smoke with a burnt smell rose from that area.

"Borrow it and borrow it - please let it go -" It took a while to squeeze and wear it left and right before it got into the crowd.

"Come on~ little brother"

"I told you that this would not work, but you can see that it's all confused."

"Which step has happened to him? I see that the girl next to him is also baked like this."

"Little brother, don't be discouraged, try again"

Huamian squeezed into the crowd and heard the sound from both sides. Who were they talking about? Little brother? When did we have an extra ‘little brother’ here?

Thinking of this, Hua Mian couldn't help but make a big alarm, but he must not be him.

Crushing through the two people leaning against each other, Hua Mian finally saw the status quo - the one who was surrounded by the crowd in the center was his own barbecue grill, and at this moment, the person in front of the barbecue grill is...

"Source—Empty—Bright"

Huamian almost heard the sound of his teeth grinding, but the person who was noticed by everyone present in the center still looked smiling and was grilling the chicken wings in a hurry.
Chapter completed!