Zongman: Randomly set up a stall with Binchotan charcoal

On the other side,

Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, Fujiwara Saburo told the kitchen staff to hurry up and finish the work before the end of the day to avoid overtime.

"Don't worry, Fujiwara-san, all the work on hand has been completed, just waiting for the machine to bake the bread."

The staff also cooperated with the machine. The boss brought back the buns yesterday, and everyone got two. Everyone makes bread, and the boss also brings back buns. Isn't this funny?

Based on the principle of not wasting, someone tried to eat one, and was shocked by it. After those who didn't believe in it tried it, the whole kitchen was silent.

How can this bun be delicious! !

"Fujiwara-san, have you confirmed it? Don't rush over. We can't find him."

"That's right. Such delicious buns. I want to buy 50 at a time today."

"I talked to Xiaoxun on the phone. The bun owner has come out to set up a stall near the entrance of Xiaoxun's school." Fujiwara San "Er San Qi" Lang nodded with a depressed look on his face.

He still couldn't figure out how the buns were made. He had been tinkering with it for a day, but still couldn't replicate the taste of the buns.

Obviously, all the ingredients can be accurately measured to grams, but the taste is very different.

This bun is very much like the happy bun that grandpa said was endowed with emotions. When grandpa was young, he worshipped a mysterious master to make buns. When he was young, he could occasionally make such buns. When he was old, he was not energetic enough and his skills declined.

"That's great."

Everyone was relieved after getting the confirmed news, and returned to their own posts.

Half an hour later.

The apprentices cleaned their workstations.

Not even a crumb was left.

Completing a full day's work in 6 hours is a miracle in an island country where overtime is common.

While waiting for the end of the workday, everyone was leisurely,

looking at their watches from time to time.

"Hey, how come time goes so slowly? I'm worried that the boss will sell out all the buns."

I went out to shoot guns yesterday and retreated down the mountain. Why do I feel like I'm out of tune with everyone after not being here for a day? "Hey, everyone, are these buns really that delicious?"

"Fuck, they're more than delicious. I even suspect they're the best buns in the world."

"Fuck, I'm going to try it."

"Why do you think our boss brought those buns back? Does he really want us to copy them and then switch to selling buns?"

"Come on, how can such god-level buns be copied? Didn't you see that Fujiwara-san didn't say anything?"

Fujiwara Saburo: "..."

There's no need to mention me.

A group of people chatted, waiting for the last bit of work.

“Ding!”

“The French croissant is ready! Serve it.”

……

“The baguette is ready!”

……

“Boss, I’m off work, bye!”

……

"Boss, goodbye!"

……

"Miyazono-san! I'm off work too!"

……

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

The setting sun gradually moved to the west.

The clouds on the horizon were dyed red, giving them some gorgeous colors. Slowly, the sky faded a little bit of red, and was covered with a layer of black coat.

Miyazono's father sat at the cashier, holding a teacup and drinking a sip of tea.

He felt a little strange.

Why are the employees so active today? All the work was done before leaving get off work.

Are they possessed or took the wrong medicine?

Usually, these guys are slacking off, working overtime for various reasons to make up time and earn their hard-earned money. Why did they all find their conscience today and leave work on time?

Mrs. Miyazono was also confused and confused.

"What are these guys doing today?"

"That would be great. It would be best if we could do this every day, but we can save a lot of overtime pay."

As the two were talking, they suddenly saw the secret technique Muto Ran who picked up her daughter today.

"Xiao Lan, where is Xiao Xun?"

"That girl is staying in the bun shop. Let me come back first."

"???"

Muto Ran looked at Gong Yuan's father, then at Gong Yuan's mother, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated. There was a traffic jam today, and she saw a big drama on the way back to the school gate.

"What's the matter? Tell me now. Did Xiaoxun get hurt?"

"That boss, Xiaoxun went to that boss for a foot massage."

"She was fine yesterday."

"Xiaoxun kicked the electric pole on purpose. I felt so bad for her when I saw that kick."

Gong Yuan's father: "...." (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Gong Yuan's mother: "..."

It's okay to have an accidental sprain, but for a girl to always be yelled at by a man, how shameful.

"Baga, this girl has always been very well behaved. It must be the boss of the buns. I saw yesterday that the boss of the buns was not a good person..."

Mother Gong Yuan rolled her eyes at her husband, "It's time now, don't worry about it. My daughter has come to her senses. I was wondering why she changed her hairstyle and put on contact lenses so early in the morning. It turns out that she went to find a boyfriend."

Mother Gong Yuan was speechless. They had already prepared a little bit for their daughter's physical condition. They supported their daughter's desire to leave no regrets. 0 .......

But... no father can sit back and watch the pigs dig their own cabbages,

Even if the cabbages are delivered to the door by themselves!

"No, I have to go and see."

Take the key from the secretary and Father Gong Yuan ran out in a hurry, not caring about the bakery.

Seeing her husband so decisive, Mother Gong Yuan also quickly caught up with him and got in the car. Heading towards the bun shop.

Soon, it was still dark.

Miyazono’s father habitually drove the carParked at the school gate,

From a distance, the bun shop was deserted, with no one buying buns.

Humph, it is indeed a black-hearted shop, look, no one is buying.

Miyazono's father snorted coldly, still upset about being ripped off yesterday. []

So he walked over happily with his mother.

In just a few tens of seconds, a group of people emerged from all sides and surrounded the bun shop.

Looking closely, aren't they all his employees?

Fujiwara Saburo rushed to the bun shop first, and someone pulled him from behind, and he was caught up by the large group of people, pushing and shoving each other, all wanting to be the first to buy buns.

"Baga, that little bastard is pulling me. Why are you pushing me? I don't see you guys being so active even after get off work."

"There are so many buns. It's not like we can't buy them all. Don't pull me."

"Look at you, you look like a starving ghost. I'm afraid you'll buy them all."

"Don't push me, brother. I can't breathe."

"Boss, hurry up. I want four buns. 2.0"

"I want 20..."

Miyazono's father looked at his mother stupidly for a long time, and his eyes gradually widened.

Are you all crazy?

We are all pastry chefs and bread makers.

Why are you all grabbing buns?

What kind of buns are these? Can they be better than bread?

I distributed all the buns to the employees yesterday. I vaguely felt that I missed something.

Miyazono's father frowned, hesitating whether to go over and grab a portion.

But he gave up the idea as soon as it flashed through his mind.

He didn't like it yesterday, but he went to grab it today. Doesn't he have any face?

But he was very curious about the taste of the buns.

Suddenly, he felt that someone was pulling his arm.

Miyazono's father looked up in surprise and found that it was his precious daughter standing next to him.

"Hey? Mom and Dad, why are you here?".