Chapter 8 Idol

"Oven, flour, cream, eggs - Well, it should be all." After a little counting the things he bought, Zhao Mian nodded and said.

It was probably two days after Jaina returned to Azeroth. Although Jaina gave her suggestions with a joking attitude, Zhao Mian really thought about it carefully for a while and then settled it down. Because just as Jaina said, this business was not that hard when she was well-funded, and the cafe facility did not seem too noisy. The most important thing is that as long as it is operated, the investment can always be rewarded, especially when there is not much competitive pressure nearby. So today Zhao Mian planned to buy some things and try to do some possible products to experiment.

"I haven't bought seasoning yet, Brother Mian." Although he was taken back to Azeroth the day before yesterday by Gianna, unlike the quiet Dornan, Sarantia ran here again early the next morning - and then swept Mephisto all day long. The poor guy was repeating the experience of being killed by a small fireball in that day, but he also used his last strength to anger the other party. Sarantia's warehouse was filled with rejuvenation potions. However, Zhao Mian did not want Sarantia to become a game-waste house, so on that morning, ignored Sarantia's coquettish behavior, and Zhao Mian dragged the reserve paladin who had become a occupier to the street.

"I should have a lot of seasonings here, and the last time your sister Yimei came here, I bought a lot of them and put them at home." Zhao Mian lowered her head and looked at her, and then continued to walk forward. "Besides, I just plan to try to make some things first to see if they can be sold, so seasonings are not so needed."

"But the family is full of food, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea. I don't think that those things can be used for bread - let alone pastries for coffee." Sarantia pulled Zhao Mian's sleeve and shuttled through the crowd, saying, "Besides, you can't use the seasonings on your own, they are all from Azeroth or other worldly things. Although Brother Mian, you have strong physical fitness and don't care about those things, if you treat them as a commodity, you should still consider the physical condition of the local residents, so at least we need some local seasonings."

"Well, there is something really right. It seems that I have been not an ordinary person for too long, and common sense is missing." Zhao Mian stopped his steps and thought for a while and said, "Then let's go back and buy some seasonings, and then buy some cooking materials - what do you want to eat at night."

"No matter what I eat, in short, I don't want to eat a series of products such as cakes, breads, etc. - because they must be those tried works made, I don't want to be the subject." He muttered these words. Although she pressed her voice very low, Zhao Mian could not help but hear it clearly. Sarantia's eyes turned around, then raised her head with a smile on her face and looked at Zhao Mian and said, "I know there is a dish called braised tendons. Uncle Chen once made this dish for us when he passed by Stormwind City, and he never ate it again. Even the boss lady inlaid with gold roses didn't know how to cook it. Brother Mian, would you make it?"

"Well, this is my hometown dish. You actually asked me if I can make it? Even if I look forward to it, it must be better than your Uncle Chen!" Zhao Mian raised his eyebrows, ignored Sarantia's first half and said, "But is there any event to be held today? Why do I feel that we are now running contrary to the crowd, and when will we go back to the place where the seasonings are sold?"

"Well--it seems that some princess named 'Sing' is holding a concert here?" He held his ears and carefully distinguished the voices of talking around him. After a while, Sarantia said, "The name is really strange. It is actually called 'Sing', why isn't garlic? But Brother Mian, we are indeed going against the crowd."

"Why don't you wait a moment? Find a place nearby and wait for a while, and the huge crowd will pass." Zhao Mian relied on his height advantage and looked around, "Well, at eight o'clock in our current location, there is an alley. Although it looks narrow and not much clean, it doesn't look like there are people entering and leaving."

"But it seems that the princess named "Sing" is very popular." Hiding in the narrow alley, Zhao Mian and Sarantia could only barely make Zhao Mian and Sarantia stand side by side, and looked at the pedestrians on the sidewalk not far away, walking forward with smiles. On their faces, it seemed that the pressure in life had been far away from them. The smiles and vitality that were not common in this economically depressed society were particularly conspicuous at this moment. Zhao Mian and Sarantia, who grew up in the wars all the time, keenly discovered this delicate atmosphere. "It was just a concert, but they could make these people forget their worries for the time being - Brother Mian, I suddenly wondered what kind of person the princess was."

"I guess he is a very excellent idol." Zhao Mian looked at the endless crowd in front of her and said, "If you can make so many people feel happy, then no matter what, for an idol, she is successful. But don't want me to take you into the backstage or something, and don't want me to help you get into the concert venue - if you really want to know her, then you can go back and find some information online first, or watch live broadcasts on TV, and I will consider pre-ordering the next ticket for you."

Regarding Zhao Mian's preaching, Sarantia just curled her lips and muttered in a low voice: "Qi, a boring rigid uncle."

"I heard it." Zhao Mian patted Sarantia's head vigorously, which made her shrink her neck slightly. "I won't take you to the backstage because when the traffic is so high, it's probably not long before the concert starts. If you sneak in and come into contact with that idol at this time, it will probably affect the normal order of the concert - after all, we are not special guests. And I don't want you to develop the habit of breaking in without buying tickets in advance, not because of anything else, just because it's too tasteless."

"Yes, yes, I know, I know, Lord Zhao Mian's Paladin Duke!" Sarantia angrily avoided Zhao Mian's hand that was about to be placed above her head, then kicked Zhao Mian's left calf, and then ran into the depths along the deep alley, "Brother Mian~, old and old~~.Brother Mian~, dead wood~.Brother Mian~, good guy~." While running forward, some words fell out of her mouth with strange tones, and the silver bell-like voices kept echoing in the narrow alley.

After all, she is still only innocent and innocent, so let her do this. Zhao Mian saw Sarantia disappearing into the corner not far away, shook her head with a wry smile. Children should look like children, and they are always old-fashioned.
Chapter completed!