[Host, are you really going?] 521 is a little worried, [According to your big cat's speculation, the Li family and the others are likely to take action on the Wanlan Festival.]
[Even if it is a highly anticipated garden party, it is not ruled out that they will take action.]
Meng Nanxu said indifferently: "No matter where I am, they will not let me go easily."
Whether it is the treasure of the Meng family or the secret of natural plants, she has long been a big concern for the Li family.
"At this time, waiting for work is the best plan." Meng Nanxu walked out of the institute and a khaki windbreaker passed through the air. "In addition, I have another reason to have to go to a garden party."
521 also remembered: [You mean Xiaobai…]
Meng Nanxu nodded: "Amo asked me to wait for news."
Upon hearing this, 521 no longer persuades: [Host, be careful, and you will be rich in the rest of the matter, 521 is always on call!]
Hearing the words of his own small system, Meng Nanxu's lips raised slightly.
She touched 521 with her mental power: "Thank you for being by my side."
521 also rubbed her.
Getting on the hover car, Meng Nanxu planned to go home. Before entering the destination, he called in with a message.
Meng Nanxu looked down and saw that it was Qu Xiaoxiao.
"Ah Xu, do you have time today? I have important things to tell you," Qu Xiaoxiao's voice came over.
Meng Nanxu chuckled: "It's a coincidence that I'm going to find you today with time?"
"No, no, I'm not in the company now," Qu Xiaoxiao stopped him, "I remember there is a dessert shop in Baihu District. Let's make an appointment there, it's just close to your house."
"Okay, then I'll go to the dessert shop to wait for you first."
Meng Nanxu entered the command, the hover car started, and flew towards the destination.
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White Tiger District, Sweet Dessert Shop.
"Is there any tiramisu?" Si Xingran asked with anticipation standing in front of the counter.
"I'm sorry, today's tiramisu is sold out," the store manager said embarrassedly, "Why do you come back tomorrow?"
Si Xingran blinked, his voice a little anxious: "Can you ask the master to make another one? I can add money!"
The boy was very handsome, and there seemed to be stars in his bright eyes.
The store manager sighed.
She really can't stand the request of the beautiful boy, but-
"It's really a coincidence. Master Wu, who is responsible for making cakes, has something to do today. She has already asked for leave and left." The store manager's voice was a little helpless, "Why don't you look at the others?"
Upon hearing this, the boy's eyes instantly dimmed.
"Okay," the boy in a green shirt walked in. His face was pale and his voice was a little weak. "Sister, please introduce us to other desserts."
"Xiao Han, we..."
Just as Si Xingran was about to say something, he was interrupted by Qing Han: "There is not much time left, Brother Xingran, don't you want to have a good chat with me?"
Si Xingran was stunned for a moment, then closed his mouth unwillingly.
Seeing this, the store manager quickly introduced other desserts in the store. The young man in green clothes was very understanding and the two soon got together.
"Grandma likes watching Sister Meng's live broadcasts very much," Qing Han said slowly, "She often makes grilled fish, wolf-toothed potatoes, roasted eggplant... She is all good."
"I think that grandma's dishes are better than sister Meng."
Speaking of this, the boy seemed a little shy: "Because grandma's dishes are specially made for us to eat."
"But grandma is not good at making desserts, and the taste is weird every time."
Qing Han seemed to have thought of something, and his beautiful eyes bent: "She is unwilling to give up, tried again and again, and then--"
"Then she succeeded?" the store manager answered.
"No", Si Xingran, who had been smelling a stinking face, spoke coldly, "She gave up."
Store Manager:???
Why don’t this story follow the routine?
Qing Han also smiled: "Grandma said that everyone has things that are good at and not good at. For things that are not good at, giving up may be a good choice."
The store manager thought about it and agreed: "Grandma said it makes sense. It is better to devote her energy to what she is good at."
"That's what grandma said," Qing Han nodded, "So she has never made desserts since then."
"We live on a remote planet, and the dessert shop has not yet opened there. I happened to see Brother Xingran, so I thought of bringing some desserts for her."
Qing Han spoke very slowly, but explained clearly: "Grandma likes Tiramisu the most, but it's a pity..."
The store manager thought for a while and suggested: "There is also a dessert shop in Zhuque District, you can go there to take a look."
Si Xingran snorted: "It's where we came from."
"Sister Meng said, life is not satisfactory, it's normal to have a little regret." Qing Han reached out and patted the boy beside him.
"If you ask me to leave tomorrow, don't rush like this," Si Xingran said angrily, "Although we are poor, we are not short of the ticket price."
Qing Han shook his head: "I have already agreed with Uncle Mi to go back on his cargo ship. The road is very safe, don't worry."
"Who is worried about you! Don't be self-indulgent, okay?" Si Xingran burst out.
The store manager laughed: "Although you brothers don't look like each other, they have a good relationship."
"Of course," Qing Han smiled and said something amazing, "Who made us from an orphanage?"
The store manager was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to say.
But there is one thing she knows very well, that is, the person in front of her does not need her sympathy.
They are calm enough and brave enough.
"Then you are half-brothers," a nice voice sounded, clear and bright, and particularly nice.
Qing Han thought for a while and nodded with satisfaction: "I like this statement."
Si Xingran frowned slightly.
I seem to have heard this sound somewhere.
The person talking was a young woman, who was sitting next to the window, wearing a light brown large-brimmed hat, looking a little strange.
"When will you take off?" The woman looked at Qing Han, her voice full of smiles.
Qing Han looked at the smart brain: "In two hours."
"That should be enough," the woman stood up and took off her hat, "Tiramisu, right? You wait for a moment."
Store Manager:!!!
Si Xingran and Qinghan:!!!
The store manager's eyes were full of disbelief, and she stuttered: "Meng...Sister Meng?"
She pinched herself hard and hissed in pain: "It's really true!"
The two teenagers looked at each other, Qing Han narrowed his eyes and looked at Si Xingran.
Si Xingran stretched out his arm silently, and Qing Han quickly pinched it.
"Hiss-Can you take a little more effort!" Si Xingran's painful eyelids were twitching.
If this guy hadn't been in bad health, he would have given him some color!
Seeing that his thick skin and thick-skinned friend was thrusting in pain, Qing Han came to his senses. He actually met his grandmother's idol in Capital Star - working hard to raise baby people!