Real Missy Relies on Food to Counterattack

"Ms. Sister, I'm here again. This time I want ten pan-fried buns and three bowls of hot and spicy soup." Netizen Xiaoxiao calculated it and packed it back for parents to taste.

Tang Qiaoqiao: "Excuse me, we just discussed it. Now everyone can only buy four pan-fried buns and a bowl of spicy soup."

"Ah, I knew I just bought a little more," Xiaoxiao said with regret, "then come four."

After Xiaoxiao bought the next one, it was the girl in white. She hesitated: "I'm just like her."

Tang Qiaoqiao smiled and said, "Okay, wait a minute."

The white-clothed girl was holding the pan-fried buns and the spicy soup, just smelling it, the scent had already aroused her appetite, and when she had eaten it in her mouth, she knew that the girl with high ponytail did not lie to her.

For the first time in her life, she has eaten such delicious pan-fried buns!

She didn't care about her image, she settled a pan-fried bun in threes and twos, "gulu...gulu" a few mouthfuls and half a bowl of hot and spicy soup.

Since the appearance of anorexia symptoms, this is the happiest time she has eaten in months.

The girl in white is not only a fan of Zhou Meng, but also a Weibo big v with hundreds of thousands of fans, named Lanka.

Blue Card v: Hematemesis recommended! ! Tang Qiaoqiao's shengjianbao and hot spicy soup are so delicious that you want to cry! I have been losing my appetite for a long time and I can't eat anything, but her pan-fried buns and hot spicy soup saved my stomach (absolutely honestly, if it's an advertisement, let me vomit what I eat!

[Isn’t the blogger a fan of Zhou Meng? Why not comment on her sushi and recommend her opponent instead? ? ] [Why, the sushi is so terrible]

[Wo nee, Zhou Meng’s family doesn’t have such a fan of eating outside. The blogger’s face is too ugly] [It’s so funny to be rushing to expel my fan upstairs. The blogger is just commenting on the food and doing the food.] [Support the blogger, I was also on the spot. I bought both the pan-fried buns and sushi. The taste is one above the other and one underground] [Zhou Meng’s sushi also looks good, the rice is too hard and the meat is too greasy, and it’s expensive]...

Lanka’s Weibo was quickly transferred to major forums, involving popular actresses, and netizens from all walks of life were arguing.

The hot search for "Tang Qiaoqiao Shengjian Bao Hu spicy soup" on Weibo is quietly rising, and some netizens specially edited the clip of Tang Qiaoqiao's skillfully making fried Bao Bao, and it was immediately turned into a hot spot.

Many of the diners who were recording the scene also read the news on the Internet, and then saw that the guests of Tang Qiaoqiao were eating red, so many people began to shift their positions.

It didn't take long for the three teams on the scene to undergo earth-shattering changes, and there was a long line of Tang Qiaoqiao here.

When they learned that Tang Qiaoqiao was still limited in their purchases, the people at the back were anxious, for fear that they would be empty.

"Don't worry about the people behind, they all have them."

Wei Yiqi yelled and was busy arranging dishes for the guests, while Tang Qiaoqiao quickly continued to pack. As soon as one pot was sold out, the new one went down.

Seeing this situation, the director team didn't care about the dream last week. The photographer not only shot Tang Qiaoqiao and Wei Yiqi, but also interviewed a few diners randomly, planning to edit it into broadcast and publishing.

Zhou Meng saw that there were fewer and fewer people in line at his window, but only one-third of the sushi was sold, and his face suddenly turned bad.

Hu Miao even more simply, ran out to check the enemy's situation by himself. He is curious, is it so delicious? If it weren't for Zhou Meng's upset, he would like to buy a few and try.

Zhou Meng smiled at Hu Miaoqiang, "You take care of it, and I'll go to the bathroom."

As soon as she got to the bathroom, she immediately took out her mobile phone to call the agent.

"What's the matter? Didn't I ask you to inform the fans that they must come today?"

Agent: "I have already passed the anger in the fan base, including the time and place. Many fans said that they will come to join me."

"Where is that person?"

The agent explained: "The fans must have gone there, but the street is more prosperous and there are many passers-by shopping, and we can't control it."

"Don't talk nonsense, go find some more fans."

Zhou Meng was so angry that she was not willing to fight a situation that she would have won, but she was about to lose to that soil bun.

In fact, she and Tang Qiaoqiao had nothing to do with her, let alone pay attention to her, but she did not expect to learn from her best friend Tang Rou that this 18th line artist was the daughter of the so-called distant relative recently adopted by the Tang family.

However, Tang Qiaoqiao is not only not grateful for the kindness of the Tang family, but also restlessly guarding himself. It is really despicable and shameless to covet his sister's boyfriend.

I don't know if the agent's notice is in place. Then Zhou Meng's side didn't get better. Instead, Tang Qiaoqiao had more and more guests, and the team went round the corner.

"Girl, I want four fried buns and two bowls of spicy soup."

Tang Qiaoqiao looked up and was pleasantly surprised to find that it was the uncle who lent her a tricycle.

"Uncle, you are here."

"I'll come and take a look."

"Oh, this is your grandson."

The uncle was holding a two or three-year-old chubby little doll in his hand. The little doll shaved half of her head, and stared at her pretty sister with round eyes. She said grinningly: "Pretty sister, I want to eat a bag. ."

Pretty sister!

Tang Qiaoqiao was hit in an instant, and the corners of his mouth raised high: "Pretty sister will pretend to be you."

Tang Qiaoqiao filled the uncle with eight pan-fried buns and said that he would not receive any money from him, so he paid the money for the tricycle.

The uncle left with his grandson contentedly.

Tang Qiaoqiao suddenly felt a trace of aura pouring into his body from all directions, what's the matter? The world's Taoism is declining, and the aura is thin. Where did these auras come from?

She looked at the auras floating in the air and found that they came from the guests.

They ate the food she made, praise and love from their hearts, and turned them into spiritual energy to feed back to herself.

This was a great surprise. Tang Qiaoqiao suddenly felt full of enthusiasm all over his body, and he could pack 500 more.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the restaurant was closed, and Tang Qiaoqiao and Wei Yiqi calculated their income.

She contentedly said: "Six pots of pan-fried buns, almost 500 sold, plus two big tubes of spicy soup, the total income is 3258, deducting the cost, we earned 2258."

Wei Yiqi stood for a whole day, and he was so tired that he could not lose his waist, but Tang Qiao Qiao had a bigger workload than him, so he became more and more energetic, which is strange.

The director assembled the three groups and announced the final result.

"First of all, Wang Qiang and Xiaoke have a total income of 1,020, but they only spent 480 in costs, so the net income is 540."

"Followed by Zhou Meng and Hu Miao, the cost was 1,000 yuan, the income was 1975, and the net earned was 975 yuan."

"In the end, Tang Qiaoqiao and Wei Yiqi had a total income of 3258, with a net income of 2258, so the winners of this period are Tang Qiaoqiao and Wei Yiqi."

"Yeah!" Tang Qiaoqiao and Wei Yiqi slapped their palms with joy.

Several other people congratulated him symbolically, and Zhou Meng clapped twice without a smile.

Director: "All the money we earn today will be donated to poor mountainous areas to help out-of-school girls study. The winner of this time will get a priority in the next recording."

[Ouuuuu candy flavor combination is great, counterattack all the way to the big winner]

[Grass, c names are all out]

[I am still aftertaste of the pan-fried buns, it's so delicious]

[Sheng fried buns are only 5 yuan a piece, and milk tea 15, Zhou Meng's sushi is not less than 20, so Tang Qiaoqiao is a crushing victory] [Popularity is used as a fart, and the food is recognized as delicious]

[I have paid attention to Qiao Qiao, instinctively she is a treasure artist, cute and capable] When Tang Qiao Qiao returned to the villa, it was already eleven o'clock. She estimated that Shen Yue was already asleep, so she went to her room to wash and lay down.

"Ah!"

Early the next morning, a scream came from the first floor of the villa.

Mother Wang was taken aback. When she was wondering what was going on, Tang Qiaoqiao opened the door and rushed out, holding her mobile phone high to show her.

"Mother Wang, my fans have risen to 200,000." After she woke up, she found that her phone kept vibrating. She thought it was another serial call from Brother Qian, but she didn't expect it to be a reminder from Weibo.

Is it because she complained that she had few fans on the show yesterday, so Brother Qian conscience found out that she bought her fans?

She also asked Qian specifically, and Qian told her that none of the fans of the company bought them. They were all real fans who had risen since the live broadcast yesterday.

Brother Qian was not too satisfied with her performance. He had planned Tang Qiaoqiao to brush his face on the show. Unexpectedly, his artist still hides such a great talent, and he really got the wrong direction before.

Qian Got granted her a day off and let her take a good rest.

Mother Wang is happy for her.

Tang Qiaoqiao jumped up to the second floor. She slammed the brakes at his door and knocked on the door three times: "Shen Yue, are you awake? I'm here."

Shen Yue woke up long ago and heard the movement downstairs.

Tang Qiaoqiao was wearing a tender yellow bunny pajamas, and he didn't comb his wool curls. He placed it on his head in a mess, and there was a stubborn hair on his forehead that stubbornly curled up.

Tang Qiaoqiao's eyes were sparkling: "My Weibo fans have risen to 200,000, and they still say I am cute."

Shen Yue glanced at her: "Why, do you want me to praise you too?"

The author has something to say: Please collect ducks a lot, little angels, thank you all.