The Best Small Farm

Chapter 1772 Hot Turkey

The peacocks spread their tails, and the two turkeys tied their tufts of beautiful feathers on their buttocks, shook their fat buttocks, jumped onto the stage, cooed and danced.

"Nimma, this is a jazz dance, is there any mistake?"

"It's so funny, look, how big is the fat ass."

"It's really interesting. I didn't expect to invite Hanke's Farm to perform at this year's Candy Festival. The ten dollars are so worth it."

"It's still too late, I'm going to buy a ticket."

The ticket office of the Candy Association suddenly had hundreds of people, and the number is still increasing. "What's the matter, why so many people come here, what happened, the ticket will not be refunded."

The girl selling tickets was so scared that she almost called for help. "Miss, give me the ticket to the Ten Chapter Candy Festival."

"Sir, are you sure it's ten?" The girl was taken aback, her hand trembling slightly while holding the phone.

"Martha, talk, what's the matter?" There was a burst of anxious calls on the phone.

"It's okay, Dad, I'm going to work." With that, Martha hung up the phone. "Sir, is it ten?"

"Yes, here's a hundred dollars, hurry up."

"Okay." Martha, deal with it right away, and ten tickets are sold. Martha is in a good mood. These days, she is rarely so generous.

"Miss, give me five tickets."

"Five?" Martha was taken aback, really good.

"Ten."

"Fifteen?"

Martha was dumbfounded, what happened, Martha was a little flustered, too much.

After a while, more than 200 admission tickets were sold out. What's going on? "Martha, what's going on?"

"Dad, why are you here?" Martha was taken aback.

The person who came was none other than the president of the Billings Candy Festival Association, Martha's father, Carol.

"Martha, what happened, why are there so many people?" Carol was surprised.

There are so many people queuing up in front of the gate to buy tickets, this was only a few years ago.

"Dad, it's unbelievable. I just sold 230 tickets. God, I can't believe it." Martha said. "Miss, I want five tickets."

"Okay, please wait a moment, sir."

Speaking, Martha said to Carol. "Dad, I want to work, can we talk about it later?"

"Okay, damn it, what's going on?" Carol immediately took the phone on the side. "I'm Carol, damn it, what happened to Candy Street, damn it, how many people bought tickets."

"President, God, you must never have imagined that Hank's candy factory was purchased by Hank from Hank's farm. He brought a little black bear, a little monkey, and two turkeys from Hank's farm."

"Two turkeys?"

"That's right, two jazz-dancing turkeys."

"Are you kidding, it's not funny at all," Carol said.

"No no, it's true."

Carol, why don't you believe it. "Damn bastard, lie to me Carol first."

Carol planned to see it in person. At this time, the turkey jazz dance on the performance stage attracted the surrounding residents, candy factory owners and employees to scream.

The entire audience under the stage followed the two turkeys and danced jazz.

"Oh, Han, when will Little Fire and Big Fire learn jazz dance." Natalie was trembling with excitement. "Hahaha, it's just amazing."

"Hehe, last time you said you were going to roast them for Thanksgiving, Dudu was terrified." Li Han said with a smile. "It's not like holding a small leather whip to supervise the big fire and small fire every day, practicing."

"Hahaha, it's really my credit." Natalie said with a smug expression on her face.

Alta couldn't see anyone, covering his face, Jennifer and Lingna were all amused, Li Han rolled his eyes speechlessly, Natalie was evolving towards Dudu.

"Han, let's go dancing too." Natalie said with a smile.

"Forget it, forget it, I can't dance." Li Han waved his hand.

"Han, let's dance together." Jennifer said with a smile.

Li Han paused and smiled. "OK.

"

"Hey, uncle is here."

The baby was pulling and beeping, and beeping and blinking his big eyes. Seeing that his father was dancing with him, the villain dragged the baby sister and jumped onto the stage. "Tootoo wants to dance too."

The whole stage became a joyful dance hall, and everyone learned turkey and danced jazz.

"God, God, it's true."

Carol, yelling a little incoherently.

Dudu is dancing and sprinkles candy. Everyone laughed and took the candy and stuffed it into their mouths. "It tastes great."

"Yeah, I didn't expect that Hank's Candy Factory is not only good-looking, but also delicious."

"I heard that the bear candies at Hank's Candy Factory cost more than 100,000 dollars a month."

"Really, it's so popular, I'll eat a few more in a while, and go back and buy some to take home."

"I thought so too."

Marianne and Dorothy, two small figures picking up a sack of sweets. "Mom, mom, you eat." Dorothy peeled off the bear candy and handed it to Laura. "It's delicious."

Lola took it with a smile. Lola was a candy maker, but she just lost her job. "Hey, the taste is really good." Laura's eyes lit up, maybe, she can apply for a job in this candy factory.

There must be a market for candy that tastes so good, and looking at the situation at the scene, Hank Candy Factory is about to become famous. "Well, Sister Marianne, Sister Dorothy, you are here."

The toot-tooth found Marianne and Dorothy, and waved his little hand to greet them.

"Pandora."

"Hurry up and get dressed." Dudu ran into the booth and took out two sets of candy clothes.

"Wow, so beautiful." Dorothy, took it and put it on.

"It's so cute." Dudu grinned and stroked Dorothy. In fact, the villain was a few months older than Dorothy at most.

"whee."

"It's a candy basket."

Toot handed the basket of sweets to Marianne and Dorothy. "Eat whatever you want, and give it to others."

"Yeah." Dorothy nodded happily, and ran to her mother with the basket in her hand. "Mom, see you off."

Laura smiled for a moment. "Dorothy, you're working now, you know that?"

"oh."

Dorothy thought for a while and nodded, carrying a basket, ran to the children and invited everyone to eat candies.

"Auntie, pandora treats you to eat." Dudu ran over and handed a handful of bear candies to Laura.

"Thank you." Laura froze for a moment, then took it with a smile.

After the turkey jazz dance was over, everyone laughed and peeled off the candy to taste the delicious bear candy.

"It tastes so good." Herman said.

"Friends in the audience, just now two turkeys brought you a shocking jazz dance, Hank Candy Factory not only performed beautifully, but the bear candy series tastes amazing, this is the best candy I have ever eaten. "Herman said with a smile.

Miles, after a pause, won't still film and wait for the filming to end. "Herman, why are you advertising for Hank's Candy Factory, is that okay?"

"Myers, you should try it, it tastes really good." Herman said with a smile.

"Is it really good?" Miles, a little puzzled, took it and tasted it. "Hey, it's really good."

"Unexpectedly, Han, you are such a great guy. Not only is the farm running well, but the birth of Hank's cattle has shocked the entire Montana farming and animal husbandry industry. Hank's farm tourism is far ahead of any tourist farm in Montana. Now let's make a candy It tastes better than other places." Miles said. "Is this guy God's favorite?"

"Hehe, maybe." Herman said with a smile. "This video was broadcast to the TV station, I think it will definitely cause a sensation."

"That's right." Miles said with a smile.

On Billings TV station, Jonathan saw the big fire and the small fire dance, and immediately made a decision to start a special report. "Hahaha, turkey jazz dance, it's so interesting."

Sure enough, as soon as the turkey jazz dance and the screen dance came out, they immediately aroused heated discussions, and many residents of Billings called the TV station and the Candy Association one after another.

Martha, staring blankly, was dumbfounded when stacks of tickets were sold out. "No, how could it be gone?"

"Martha, are you crazy? That's 600 tickets, all sold out?" Mrs. Oldman, who was in charge of the tickets, screamed.

"Yes, Mrs. Oldman, now I need five hundred tickets, no, even one thousand tickets." Martha said.

Mrs. Oldman didn't believe what she said, knowing that Martha called Carol, and Carol called Mrs. Oldman herself. "It's true, God, what happened, did God come down to Candy Row."

"God didn't come, but the savior came." Carol said excitedly. "Great, it's going to be an exciting candy fest."

Carol, very excited, Hank Candy Factory, I like it, Carol thinks, this Chinese kid is much cuter than White Beard Ambrose, that guy is out of date.

That white sugar, God, no one likes it anymore. At this moment, Ambrose stared blankly at groups of residents walking past the sugar shop with their children on their hands, without even taking a look at the real white sugar he made.

"Hey, Ambrose, I heard Hank Farm is coming, is it up front?"

Ambrose was very happy at first, seeing an acquaintance coming to say hello, but when he heard the person in front of him ask about Hank's farm. "Damn Chinese boy."

"Asshole, I don't know what Hank's Farm is." Ambrose glared at the person in front of him.

"Okay." The man muttered a few times. "What a stubborn old man, sugar, God, who wants to watch it, it's so old-fashioned, Hank's farm is brilliant."

Residents and children passing by talked about everything about Hank's farm, and candy bear was mentioned several times.

"Candy bears, damn fudge, it's pathetic that someone eats them." Ambrose couldn't help being curious in the end, as more and more people talked about the series of bear series candies produced by Hank's Candy Factory.

Ambrose, bowed his head and took out the bag of candies that Pandora gave him from the trash can, Ambrose. "How delicious such sweets would be, these blinded bastards."

Ambrose finally gritted his teeth and ate a bear candy. "This, it's impossible, how can the Chinese make such good candy, damn Battier, it must be him." ℃≡miào℃≡bi℃≡阿℃≡

"That's right." Ambrose ate another one. "Such candies only children would like."

Ambrose reassured himself that yes, only children would like this kind of candy.

At this time, there were as many as 300 residents and tourists around the booth of Hanke Candy Factory, and there were groups of children. "little monkey."

"Little black bear."

"Wow, what a big turkey."

"Is the turkey dancing again?"

"Hey, God, it's a hula dance."