Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

"This, just get used to it." Yao Ziyue patted Xin Hai Chengzi on the shoulder and said earnestly.

Xin Hai Chengzi looked puzzled, she didn't quite understand the meaning of Yao Ziyue's words, she only knew that Luochuan was very difficult.

But Yao Ziyue didn't mean to continue to explain. After leaving this sentence, he took a few well-worn skewers and started the barbecue.

The number of meat skewers grilled by Yao Ziyan is not too large, and everyone can get only a few skewers. It is impossible to eat full.

Fortunately, there are a lot of ingredients.

Adhering to the principle of DIY, these customers get busy. They have seen the process of grilling the skewers with Yaoziyan just now, and they have already thought "I can do it, I can".

Makoto Shinkai sighed and took another bite of the skewers, feeling the deliciousness of the tender and juicy barbecue. She decided to ask other customers on the magic phone.

She has not been a customer of Origin Mall for too long, and she doesn't know much about the mysterious boss.

Xin Hai Chengzi glanced at Luo Chuan subconsciously, and quickly retracted his gaze.

The owner of Origin Mall is now eating the skewers in Yao Ziyan's hands, and he seems to enjoy it from the look in his eyes.

I don’t know if it’s the taste of the skewers or it is because of the demon purple smoke being eaten, Xinhai Seiko feels that the possibility of the second guess may be higher...

Facts have proved that in many cases, the idea of ??"I am going to do me" is often unreliable, just pure impulse.

When Yao Ziyue and others realized this, the skewers had been severely damaged and had become barely edible.

Compared with what Yao Ziyan made before, they are basically two completely different foods.

It still has the essence of the ingredients, and it has not reached the level of waste.

"It's terrible." Yao Ziyue wrinkled his nose.

But even so, she still frowned and ate all the skewers. She had developed a habit of not wasting food.

Looking at the remaining skewers, Yao Ziyue was lost in thought.

After a few seconds, she made a decision.

Elena is playing backgammon with Xuanzang. She has a solemn expression and her tail is up: "Can I regret the game?"

"Sister Elena, this is the fourth time you regret chess." Xuan Que pouted and said with some dissatisfaction.

"The last time, this is definitely the last time!" Elena nodded her head repeatedly, touching the ground with the tip of her tail.

"Okay." Xuan Que nodded.

Elena picked up the sunspot who had fallen before, and put it in another position after a lot of thought.

Xuan Que just took a look and placed the white piece on the chessboard, with a smile on her face: "Sister Elena, you have lost again."

Elena was silent for a while, and asked cautiously: "...Can I regret the game again?"

When Yao Ziyue came over with the skewers, what he saw was this scene.

"Do you eat skewers?" Yao Ziyue asked with some amusement.

Elena finally ended the problem of regret chess. She did not participate in the battle for skewers. For the Kraken, the only difference in taste is the taste of ordinary food.

And even if it is eaten in the stomach, it will only be converted into water in the end.

"Grilled skewers? Don't you eat it yourself?" Elena took the skewers that Yao Ziyue handed over.

"I'm full." Yao Ziyue maintained the expression on her face.

Elena gave a "Oh" without thinking too much, and delivered the skewers into her mouth, while still evaluating the taste: "This tastes good, it tastes great, how did you make Ziyue?"

"It's very simple. It takes longer to bake." Yao Ziyue coughed softly, telling the production process.

Although you can eat just barbecue for lunch, you always feel that something is missing. At least Luochuan thinks so.

Under his suggestion, Yao Ziyan took out the ingredients for making porridge from the space ring.

Luo Chuan felt that there should be an entire kitchen in the girl's space ring.

As the white mist rose in the pot, the sweet scent spread, and it was also mixed with Qichuan's unique scent of snow maple flowers.

Just smelling the smell is enough to make the index finger move.

...

After lunch, Luo Chuan returned to the hall.

I don't want to move when I'm full. This is the case at all times.

The other customers are similar to him, looking at the magic phone in their hands.

Enter the salted fish state again.

Some customers shared their lunch on the magic phone, which unexpectedly caused a enthusiastic response.

"No one told me that you are really enough! 』

"When is next time? 』

"Tears flowed down from the corner of his mouth, and I knew I would not leave Xuefeng Pavilion. 』

"I'll go out for a while..."

This is a group chat created by Luochuan. The members in it are all customers who participated in the filming this time, so there is no need to think about it when talking.

After knowing that he had missed this opportunity, he suddenly wailed and looked very excited.

Time passed quietly, Luo Chuan stretched out and got up from the sofa. He decided to do something this afternoon.

There were a lot more customers in the lobby than before, and they all came back with regret after having lunch outside.

After noticing Luo Chuan's movements, they cast their sights on him.

"Should you have read all the scripts?" Luo Chuan asked.

When he sent them the script yesterday, everyone behaved impatiently.

"Of course I've seen it. The boss asked what this does?" Bu Lige took the lead in speaking and asking.

After bidding farewell to Han Mo and others, he chose to visit Qichuan. When he returned, he missed lunch time, and now he regrets it in his heart.

"Before the film is officially filmed, we must first exercise and see." Luo Chuan put forward his own purpose.

Everyone suddenly realized that they almost forgot that their main purpose for coming to Qichuan was to make a movie.

"So how do you practice?" Jiang Wanshang was very curious about this. She was the actor of the moon in the movie.

"It's very simple, right here." Since it is an exercise, Luochuan feels that he does not need to prepare much.

And for a qualified actor, the surrounding environment will not affect normal performance.

Everyone looked at each other, and they didn't seem to react much to Luo Chuan's words.

"Now?" Jiang Wanshang was stunned and continued to ask.

"Yes, it is now." Luo Chuan felt like a teacher instructing students to make surprise assessments.

The reaction of the customers was almost the same as that of the students. After a brief silence, the noise of discussion rang out.

Luochuan picked up the magic phone and checked the time: "Let's start in half an hour."

Most of the customers have become accustomed to Luochuan's unique timing method, and understand how long half an hour actually represents.

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