Set the time back to that morning.

After ending the communication with Yang Lazi, Fries fell into emo again...

He didn't know what happened today? Could it be that everything that was like a dream last night had to be repaid by exhausting today's luck?

Fries sighed helplessly: He originally thought that the foreign spicy food would be a ray of light shining into his dim morning, but who would have thought that it would become a knife stabbing his heart.

And compared to the three people in front of him... he suddenly felt that this hottie seemed to be more difficult to communicate with, especially her indifference that was almost repulsive to others. It was just as hurtful as her pen name!

"Then..." Fries looked helplessly at the notebook in his hand, "The only thing left is to get stronger!"

He shook his head, but he was so strong, what should I say...

Even from Fries' point of view, he never knew how to define Da Zhuang.

When it comes to resilience, maybe 90% of the authors on the market cannot catch up with him. He has been able to keep updating 6,000 words a day for several years.

Even from the perspective of French fries, it's a bit scary.

However, his progress is really too slow.

Although he can come up with some new routines every time, the changes in the Internet literary world are so fast that he never seems to be able to keep up with the trend of the times... This is also the reason why he has not been able to get the guarantee.

Fries also wanted to give him a buyout out of sympathy to reward his hard work over the years... However, he was just stubborn and refused to take it.

He seems to always have full confidence in what he writes.

Although every time Fries made suggestions, he would listen patiently and make adjustments to a certain extent...but after a while, he would see that he was back to his old ways.

Therefore, among the many writers under him, Da Zhuang is considered the most powerful one.

At most, you can just review it a little when submitting it, sign it if there are no major problems, and then... let it fend for itself.

The big and strong Penguin is easy to find. After all, he is quite good at swimming in the group, and his appearance rate is relatively high.

Therefore, Fries soon found him...a cartoon avatar of a fairy tale character in ancient costume.

It was only when Fries opened the chat box between the two that he was stunned again... Looking at those unfamiliar chat records, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't communicated with Da Zhuang in an unknown period of time. He scrolled up again.

, and they are all routine exchanges.

Most of them were about online recommendations and the like...Other than that, the two of them didn't have much of a good conversation.

Fries couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but he still made a chin-supporting expression... But after thinking about it, he quickly withdrew the expression.

After experiencing the frustration he just suffered at Yang Lazi... he always felt that this expression seemed to be laughing at himself.

"exist?"

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of any suitable polite words.

There was no response for a long time.

Fries looked at the time on his phone, it was 11:30. Maybe Da Zhuang was busy at this time? As a head chef, this time should be his busiest time.

"exist!"

Just when the fries were being packed up and ready to go back to the work station, Da Zhuang replied.

"The results of the new book are pretty good!" Fries replied soullessly.

He had thought about how to communicate with the previous people, but when he arrived at Da Zhuang, he had not made any preparation at all. At most, he just wanted to give some cheap praise.

After all, he still had doubts about how long the book's staying power would last.

"Thank you, Mr. Tiao!" Da Zhuang replied quickly this time.

Obviously, he is not as indifferent to his own achievements as a foreigner.

Also, for a senior writer like him who has been working in Chicheng for so many years and has endured batches of authors, his concern for data has long been engraved in his bones.

"Well! Keep working hard..."

Fries wanted to say something else, but in the end he just said something bland.

Although he didn't feel that Da Zhuang's book would achieve very good results from the bottom of his heart, he wouldn't pour cold water on him at this time.

After waiting for a long time, Da Zhuang did not reply.

Fries leaned against the bar a little weakly, staring blankly at the people coming and going in front of him.

"How come all this is completely different from what you imagined?"

He was a little confused. According to what the waiter had planned for him yesterday, he was still confident that the future was promising.

Why did he start to feel that his future was bleak as the morning passed?

"God of Cooking, First Sister, First Brother, Foreign Spicy..."

Gritting his teeth and mumbling these names, he felt that his "Taoist heart" as an editor has not collapsed until now, and he is really strong enough!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little headache.

Now, his only hope can only be placed on the unreliable Zhuo Jiu... I don't know what kind of book he called "the pioneering work of the new online literary genre".

"It's best what you say is true... Otherwise, even if you are a great god, I will mercilessly ask you to cut up the book and let you continue to be a great eunuch!"

Fries thought bitterly.

Suddenly, his expression was startled. He had been busy with work all morning. It was only at this moment that he suddenly remembered that there seemed to be something that he had forgotten.

"What is it?" Fries frowned, lost in thought.

"The work plan that was set yesterday, and everyone I have to communicate with, seems to have missed nothing..."

"And yesterday...yes!"

There was an annoyed look on his face, "Xia Jun! How could I forget this!"

Last night, he was completely immersed in the joy of being with strawberries, and after going to work this morning, he started working in a hurry.

So much so that for a moment, he completely forgot about Xia Jun's existence.

"Could she have been waiting for me in Starbucks?" An embarrassed look appeared on Fries' face, and he comforted himself: "No, Xia Jun is so smart. She should have come early when she saw that I haven't shown up for a long time.

Just leave!”

"That must be it!"

But he still subconsciously took out his mobile phone and entered the number that was almost burned into his soul according to his memory.

"This is incredible. She has never changed her number since she had a mobile phone... She also said she was worried about my poor memory and was afraid that I would forget. As for..."

Thinking of this, a knowing smile appeared on Fries' face, but even he didn't notice it.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

A long time passed, and Xia Jun didn't answer the phone.

Fries couldn't help but start to wonder if he was not suitable for contacting people today, or why everything related to contact was so unsatisfactory?

Just when he was about to hang up, the call was connected.

"Hello……"

A hoarse voice sounded extremely weak from the microphone.
Chapter completed!