"Brother, why is there a competition for young chefs but not a competition for middle-aged chefs?"

Xie Baomin said with a smile:

"It used to happen, but then a chef won the championship for five consecutive years. The leaders felt it was boring, so they canceled the middle-aged competition..."

Damn it?

So awesome?

"Who is this person, senior brother? Isn't he so awesome?"

Xie Baomin pointed at himself:

"I!"

Lin Xu:?????

Have you been waiting for me to ask this question for a long time?

After eight o'clock.

The customers in the store gradually dispersed.

Xie Baomin, who had been helping for several hours, also said goodbye and went back.

Lin Xu went to the storage room to change into short sleeves, then came to the cashier, picked up Dundun, put it on his shoulders and went outside to watch the night view for a while.

Waiting to go back to the store again.

He rubbed the little guy's head and said silently:

"lottery!"

The lottery board immediately appeared on the light screen in my mind.

When the lottery wheel spins rapidly.

Lin Xu pressed the lottery button.

"Congratulations to the host for getting the perfect Chinese dessert - almond tofu."

Almond tofu?

He is no stranger to this dessert.

Because during the summer vacation of her freshman year, her mother Chen Meijuan, who was not yet addicted to the loan office, tried over and over again to make delicious almond tofu. The finished almond tofu filled the refrigerator compartment and was so delicious that she couldn’t eat it.

Lin Xu's hiccups always smell like almonds.

I didn't expect to win this dessert.

I have to make this for my mom once, so that she can experience the taste of perfect almond tofu.

While muttering.

Lin Xu saw his master, Uncle Gao, carrying a bag for the live broadcast, and opened the store door listlessly, with a red lipstick mark on his face.

Um?

This is……
Chapter completed!