Seeing Qiao Simu's greedy look, Fu Zhuochen shook his head helplessly, but he still bought some for her. Just like canned food, a small portion was eaten now and most was packaged and taken away.
"The cream in this store is good. It feels fresh and not greasy." Qiao Simu took a bite of the cake and her eyes lit up.
Looking at the cream stuck to the corner of her mouth, Fu Zhuochen smiled and wiped it off with a tissue, "Look at you, you eat like a little cat. Even children eat cleaner than you."
Qiao Simu curled her lips and said, "No way, you are obviously exaggerating."
The two people chatting and laughing fell into Hell's eyes, and Hell's eyes couldn't help but feel lonely.
Then Qiao Simu ate some more canned Sydney pears, and immediately said to Fu Zhuochen, "You can buy another can of this and eat it here. This tastes amazing, a little sour, crunchy, and very interesting. You
Go buy a can and try it too.”
Fu Zhuochen frowned slightly, with a slight resistance in his eyes, "I won't eat it."
"Go and try it quickly. It's really delicious." Qiao Simu said.
"I'll just try some of yours." Fu Zhuochen really wasn't interested in these canned fruits.
He couldn't understand why so many people liked to eat canned fruits. If it wasn't easy to preserve and couldn't eat fresh fruits, it would be fine. But now that there are fresh fruits everywhere, why do we still eat canned fruits?
Qiao Simu immediately took the small bowl in his hand into his arms and said, "These are mine, you can't steal them. Go buy another one yourself."
Fu Zhuochen sighed helplessly.
When it comes to food, this person becomes like a child.
With her current appearance, who would have thought that she was the genius founder of Shengxi Laboratory?
Fu Zhuochen went to order one under Qiao Simu's strong advice, but was told that the store had sold out and was being shipped out from the warehouse, so he would need to wait for a while.
Fu Zhuochen turned to look at Qiao Simu, spread his hands, and said silently: You see, it's not that I don't want to eat it, but that they don't have it.
Qiao Simu glared back at him: Then just wait!
Fu Zhuochen gave the money, took a number, and asked the clerk to deliver it to his table later.
Hell continues to hide his figure perfectly.
I saw the clerk preparing the canned snow pear for Fu Zhuochen to eat. When I was about to send it over, I heard a voice next to me: "Whose phone fell?"
The clerk immediately lowered his head to find his cell phone.
After picking up the mobile phone from the ground, I was very confused. Shouldn't his mobile phone be kept properly in the locker? Why is it on the ground?
But I looked around and found nothing wrong. I asked my colleague who had just returned from the bathroom, "Has anyone else been to the lockers just now?"
The colleague said: "Aren't we the only two in the canned food area right now? Where is anyone else? What are you doing? What the hell?"
"You're the one who knows the devil!"
"Then why don't you hurry up and deliver the cans to the guests?"
The clerk frowned and looked around again. There was indeed nothing unusual and there was no movement around him.
Could it be that he remembered wrongly and actually did not put his mobile phone in the cabinet?
Forget it, I didn’t lose anything anyway, so let’s leave it at that.
The clerk delivered Fu Zhuochen's canned snow pears to Fu Zhuochen's table.
"Guests, please use it slowly."
When Fu Zhuochen saw the bowl full of canned pears, he felt that his facial features were not very good.
"Do you really want to eat?" Fu Zhuochen asked with a confused and reluctant look.
"Just give it a try, it's really good!" Qiao Simu continued.
Fu Zhuochen looked at the last two pills left in Qiao Simu's bowl, and immediately said, "How about I eat the remaining two pills in your bowl, and then give this bowl to you."
Qiao Simu thought about it seriously, and it seemed to be a good deal, so he happily agreed to Fu Zhuochen's exchange.
Fu Zhuochen took it with the same mentality as taking medicine, but the taste was indeed...
Although it is strange, it seems quite interesting and makes people want to eat one and taste it again.
"Isn't it interesting? I didn't lie to you!" Qiao Simu asked with a smile as he watched Fu Zhuochen eat the second one.
Fu Zhuochen finished two pills and put down his fork, "It's okay."
It's edible, but if he was given a choice, he wouldn't take the initiative to touch it.
"It's obviously very delicious." Qiao Simu said and poked another one with a small fork.
Hell in the dark watched Qiao Simu about to eat it, and kept shouting in his heart.
Don’t eat! Don’t eat!!
When Qiao Simu was about to put the canned snow pear into his mouth, the can sculpture outside the door fell down and made a loud noise.
The small fork in Qiao Simu's hand paused, and she subconsciously looked towards the door.
Seeing that no one was injured and the sculpture was intact, the clerk immediately helped the sculpture up and then continued to prepare to eat the canned snow pear.
When hell looked at Qiao Simu again, Qiao Simu had already put the snow pear into his mouth.
hell: "…………"
It's over, he seems to have done something wrong.
As soon as the snow pear entered his mouth, Qiao Simu's facial features were immediately moved by the soreness, and he immediately spat out the snow pear in his mouth.
Upon seeing this, Fu Zhuochen quickly gave her a glass of warm water and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"
Qiao Simu took a sip of warm water, then pointed at the bowl of canned snow pears in front of her. Her facial features had not yet recovered, "This is, too, too sour."
"Too sour? Didn't you like what you just ate? Did you eat too much?" Fu Zhuochen asked.
Qiao Simu was so sour that she couldn't speak. She shook her head repeatedly and drank a few more sips of water before temporarily suppressing the sour taste. She said, "It is indeed very sour, much more sour than just now."
Fu Zhuochen took a taste and spit it out immediately.
It's so sour it's almost bitter.
Fu Zhuochen called the clerk, "Why are your cans so sour?"
"That's impossible, every one of our cans has been tested," the clerk replied immediately.
Their store is different from ordinary canned fruit stores. They deal with high-end consumer groups and naturally have higher quality requirements.
"Try it." Fu Zhuochen looked unhappy.
When Fu Zhuochen was arguing with the clerk, Hell's eyebrows knitted together tightly.
Just now, he deliberately put the clerk's cell phone on the ground, and then while the clerk was picking up the cell phone, he added a full amount of sour water to the bowl of fruit.
But who would have thought that Qiao Simu would eat this bowl of fruit in the end.
Hell at this time is like a child who played a prank and accidentally got into trouble.
I'm scared, and I'm wondering if there's any way to remedy it, or...
Find a "scapegoat".
Just as hell was thinking this, a person appeared in his sight.
Hell's eyes lit up. This man's back was quite generous. He believed that he would be very suitable for taking the blame!