I’m 8 Million Poor

"Don't say it, this photo looks a bit interesting," Tan Mi took her phone back from Jiang Baiwan's hand. "Are you really not going to make your debut? I watched your acting a few days ago. Stars are still fine."

Jiang Baiwan shrank his neck, and the meaning of refusal was very obvious: "No, I'm not this material. I used to record shows to make some money. Now I have a store on my own. Why should I be a star? Isn't it tired? Look at what happened to your crew today, I can't handle it."

Tan Mi: ...there is a bit of truth.

While talking, Jiang Baiwan dropped the bamboo stick in his hand and began to type something on his mobile phone. Tan Mi leaned over curiously and looked: "What are you doing?"

"Advertising," said Jiang Baiwan, "this kind of opportunity to get on the hot search is not common. It just so happened that my store opened, and now I should rush out of my fame."

Immediately afterwards, Tan Mi saw that a Jiang Baiwan’s latest Weibo popped up on her Weibo homepage-I opened a new mala Tang shop on xxxx, the taste is super good, everyone is welcome to come to the store to consume. #银行千金姜柏菀#

Tan Mi:...

"Are you still tagging yourself?" Tan Mi really convinced Jiang Baiwan. "And you are not euphemistic when you post on Weibo? Do you have to advertise so rigidly?"

Jiang Baiwan didn't care: "Isn't advertising just conveying information? You can express it clearly if you say it clearly. Anyway, this hot search is not white or white, and you can leave it alone. Come for dinner and be overwhelmed."

In fact, after Jiang Baiwan posted the advertisement on Weibo, within a short period of time, Weibo and her Feibaotu were on the hot search. People who play Weibo include viewers who have watched Jiang Baiwan’s live broadcast, and some who hate Jiang Baiwan’s black fan, but more people are curious about the mala Tang shop advertised by Jiang Baiwan.

[She really has no heat, and her own heat. 】

[Our family hasn't made a debut with a million people. It's not enough to open a store and advertise. Is there any problem with your own popularity? 】

[I will be free tomorrow, to see what the Mala Tang shop is like. 】

In this way, Jiang Baiwan's Wuhuan Mala Tang shop suddenly became popular with her on the Internet without her knowing it. For a while, the shop was crowded with people, and she wanted to order it. The college student waiter is busy like a spinning top, while Wei Dao is in the kitchen every day, and he refuses to come out.

Jiang Baiwan was also a little embarrassed. He wanted to give two people money. The college students had no objection, but the old man did not agree.

"Boss Xiao Jiang, if you give me processing money, I won't do it," Wei Dao was full of seriousness, "If you really want to help, you are strictly forbidden to wait in the kitchen for irrelevant people. That's great."

Jiang Baiwan thought that Wei Dao didn't want his secret recipe to be stolen, so he naturally agreed. In fact, Wei Dao just didn't want to be seen by acquaintances—he had cooked dishes for so many years, but he became famous because of Mala Tang, which is too ironic.

Jiang Baiwan also changed her usual behavior at home, and came out to help in the store every day. The feeling of making money made her happy, which was more joyful than doing nothing at home.

On this day, Jiang Baiwan’s Mala Tang shop was still booming, and the number of people slowly began to decrease until the evening was about to close. Jiang Baiwan sat behind the counter and checked with the college student waiter. Jiang Baiwan generously drew out a lot of money. It was divided into two halves, half was stuffed for college students, and the other half was reserved for Wei Dao: "Bonus bonuses, you have been busy recently, this should be taken."

The college students were very happy. He took the money well, thanked Jiang Baiwan, and returned to school from get off work. Jiang Baiwan took a rag and slowly wiped the table. Wei Dao also came out of the kitchen, sat at the table, glanced at the money on the table, and said with a grin, "You are so generous, don't you be afraid that I will run if I make enough money?"

"It's okay, I should have made enough money by then," Jiang Baiwan didn't care, "You didn't sell it to me, so why can't you leave."

Wei Dao's eyes rounded, staring at Jiang Baiwan for a while, and finally muttered in a low voice: "Really..." I have never seen such a girl. Didn't you say that she was from a big family?

Jiang Baiwan laughed with Wei Dao again, and was about to close the store door when he suddenly saw a familiar luxury car parked at the store door. Ji Chen got out of the luxury car and stood not far away, watching Jiang Baiwan with a light smile.

For such a moment, Jiang Baiwan almost thought that Ji Chen liked her. Against the background of the street lamp, Ji Chen's face was a bit less cold and harder than usual, but warmer. He walked slowly towards Jiang Baiwan, there seemed to be something in his hand.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Baiwan felt hot inexplicably, Ji Chen said as he walked into the store, "I worked overtime today, and just got off work. Seeing your store is still open, I thought about eating some spicy food. hot."

Jiang Bailuan sighed: "You really like spicy spicy soup. There are more than this kind of snacks in the market. Next time I will take you to make skewers!"

Ji Chen lowered his head and smiled slightly, and didn't mean to refuse Jiang Baiwan: "Okay, then I will wait for you to make an appointment with me."

While talking, the two people sat down at an empty table in the shop. Wei Dao was sitting at another table at this time. Seeing Ji Chen coming in, Wei Dao raised his eyebrows and said nothing. Ji Chen glanced at him indifferently, neither of them greeted each other, but Jiang Baiwan took Wei Dao to introduce them to them.

Ji Chen and Wei Daoxin tacitly said that Quandang met for the first time, and Jiang Baiwan said to Ji Chen after the introduction: "Our shop has a very good business today, and it is estimated that there is not much material left. You have to eat supper. , Don’t bother Uncle Wei to do it today, I’ll do it for you."

Ji Chen thoughtfully said yes, but thinking of the bowl of mala Tang that Jiang Baiwan had personally made before, he had a lingering fear. Just looking at Jiang Baiwan’s smiling face in front of him, Ji Chen didn’t want to refuse her at all: "Okay, I will trouble you. ."

Jiang Baiwan didn't know if he could see Ji Chen's hesitation. After receiving his answer, Jiang Baiwan ran into the kitchen. When Wei Dao saw Jiang Baiwan had entered, he stood up and walked to Ji Chen's front. The old man glanced at Ji Chen: "Here in person? Can't help it?"

Ji Chen hooked his mouth: "I just came to see how the store's business is."

"You kid," Wei Dao took out a cigarette and didn't light it in his mouth. "I have done so much behind my back. Anyway, I have to let others know, otherwise it's useless, don't you understand?"

Ji Chen has nothing to do, Wei Dao pouted his lips: "Okay, I won't be a light bulb here. You can eat a loving dinner slowly, and I'm leaving."

After Jiang Baiwan was busy in the kitchen for a while, he found that Ji Chen was the only one left in the store: "Huh? Where's Wei Dao? Has he left?"

"Yes, Mr. Wei is off work," Ji Chen looked at the bowl in Jiang Baiwan's hand, "Is that for me?"

Jiang Baiwan put the bowl in his hand in front of Ji Chen. Ji Chen looked down, but was stunned-Jiang Baiwan did not cook a spicy soup, but cooked him a bowl of noodles with an egg lying on the noodles.

"My Mala Tang is not delicious, but the noodles are definitely okay," Jiang Baiwan looked at him with a smile, "There are also poached eggs, which is good for supper in the evening."

Ji Chen picked up a pair of chopsticks, the tip of the chopsticks gently pierced the yolk of the poached egg. In an instant, golden-yellow egg liquid flowed out along the breach, and the aroma of the noodles swelled with the heat. Ji Chen took a chopstick and brought the noodles into his mouth. The noodles were strong and the noodle soup was mellow and rich, but the taste was unexpectedly good.

Ji Chen’s movements speeded up subtly. Jiang Baiwan watched him eat noodles while playing with his mobile phone. In a small storefront, young men and women sat opposite each other, a small light above his head was slightly dim, while Ji Chen was eating Jiang Baiwan. Under the noodles, the mood is getting better little by little.

Jiang Baiwan looked at Ji Chen eating, suddenly couldn't help laughing. Ji Chen took the time to look at her: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I just remembered a line suddenly," Jiang Baiwan endured it, but did not hold it back, "Lady, are you hungry, I will give you food next?"

Ji Chen:...

Jiang Baiwan destroyed the originally quiet and peaceful atmosphere with a single sentence. Ji Chen looked at her helplessly. Jiang Baiwan smiled to himself, and when she thought that Ji Chen could not speak, Ji Chen suddenly said, "It's delicious... of."

Jiang Baiwan:? ? ?

"It's delicious," Ji Chen gestured to Jiang Baiwan while holding a bowl of noodles, "you are delicious below."

The corners of Jiang Baiwan's mouth froze. She looked at Ji Chen and began to whisper in her heart-he was just teasing me, right? Or am I wrong?

However, after such a dazed effort, Ji Chen has bowed his head once again to eat noodles. Jiang Baiwan missed the best time to question, and could only continue to sit opposite him and play on his mobile phone.

Ji Chen ate a bowl of noodles under Jiang Baiwan. When Jiang Baiwan saw that he had finished his meal, he stood up and went to clean up the bowl. Looking at Jiang Baiwan's stretched out arm, Ji Chen suddenly moved in his heart.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed Jiang Baiwan's wrist. Jiang Baiwan looked up at him in confusion, but happened to crash into Ji Chen's black eyes. Those eyes seemed to hide the whirlpool, which made people unable to remove their eyes. Jiang Baiwan stared at him for a while, and finally said weakly, "You...what are you doing by pulling my wrist?"

Ji Chen's eyes moved slightly, and he pursed his lips, trying to say something, but after opening his mouth, he let out a solid burp.

"belch!"