MTL - Scumbags Follow the Good System-Chapter 89 Juvenile Delinquent in Shura Field
Due to local and material constraints, Jiang Yin did not do anything very complicated. After the two returned home, Jiang Yin made a cake with ingredients bought from the supermarket, or made it with a rice cooker. After finishing it, cut it with a knife. Chunks, just smeared some cream and ticked some hot chocolate, and the presentation turned out to be pretty good.
Cong Liang took a sip of it with a spoon and tasted it. She tried a lot of pastries bought outside some time ago, and compared and studied it by herself. Jiang Yin's shoddy-made ones are really incomparable to those made in other high-end stores. Compare.
But this kind of taste is sold in the place she chooses. This piece is packed in a delicate plastic box. It is no problem to sell it for five yuan. It is much better than those wholesale boxes of cream that have been stored for several days. .
"No need to learn..." Cong Liang took a mouthful of cream and kissed Jiang Yin's face full of expectations, "You are enough, as long as you ensure this level, with hot milk coffee and milk tea, you can definitely kill the opponent in seconds. The stall that sells breakfast!"
After all, for students in the morning, the cake does not have a bad smell of steamed buns, and it will not be soaked in oil like fried dough sticks. As long as the hot drink is sealed well, it is much more advanced to insert a tube.
Jiang Dongfeng is in place, and since Liang has been busy feeding materials, she and Jiang Yin have been engaged for a full week before they have all the things they need ready.
There is nothing very high-end to open a cake shop, not to mention that from the beginning of Liangliang, it was aimed at affordable people. The old man likes cakes, and the children like biscuits, and then get some fresh bread. The birthday cakes are all custom-made, almost all.
Congliang's price is similar to the one on the market, but it doesn't have the smell of inferior oil in the market. On the day it opened, the president of Congliang came over in person. Congliang specially told him to be low-key and low-key, and he changed his clothes in a low-key manner. , In the end, I sent two rows of flower baskets that were tall enough for one person, which was so distressing to Cong Liang, I had known how good it would be to let Cong An give the red ticket directly.
As expected by Congliang, her combination of milk, fresh bread and pastries and hot drinks is very popular with students, and the sales of various biscuits and cakes are not bad. Jiang Yin missed a few times. Let Congliang weigh a lot of jin liang, put it in a small bag and hang it outside as a gift. The more you do it, the better you can do it. I also bought two books and came back to study according to them, and replaced the bad ones I bought every once in a while.
Jiang Yin is very motivated. He has never done such a serious business. Every day he opens the door to do things and closes the door to count money. He is more active than Congliang. If one day there is a breakthrough in turnover, he will be happy for a while.
This state once became a stunned state. He dug up Congliang early in the day and rushed to the store. If he closed the door at night, if the income was good, Congliang would be rewarded with roadside mutton skewers or boiled spicy skewers. Of course, the income that day was not good. There is no time.
She has eaten from good clothes and jade, and can't open the pot. She is not as obsessed with money as Jiang Yin, but she likes to see Jiang Yin's miser's virtue. In fact, Kali still has some money. One good thing is that it is extravagant, so that even a handkerchief is a famous brand, and the original things have been disposed of one after another, and the remaining money is enough to exchange for two such stores.
Cong Liang told Jiang Yin that they both had the same idea. This store is enough for the two of them to work hard, and the daily profit is also decent, so there is no idea of making it bigger.
Cong'an owns three cars, one drives two in the underground garage of the community. When the two opened the store, they gave Congliang the keys. Congliang knew Jiang Yin's character. By the way, he sacrificed himself before saying to move Jiang Yin. Cong An will drive the car directly like this, and Jiang Yin will definitely not want it.
But Cong An is the elder brother, and the elder brother's intentions still have to be conveyed. As soon as Cong Liang told Jiang Yin, Jiang Yin was silent for a long time, only his face was red and his neck was red. Cong Liang also threw the key in the drawer. After all, there is a bus near the store. , get out of the car and walk for a while as exercise.
When the two of them closed the shop every day, they would pass by a row of small barbecue shops. The aroma of fireworks and cumin filled the air. Cong Liang slapped Jiang Yin's arm, "Alas, it seems that I can make money today." The stall licked his lips, "Get me two strings."
It was already late winter, and after the snow fell on the road and passed the car, the pressure was smooth, shiny and thorny. Jiang Yin's control was getting wider and wider now. With them, Jiang Yin's emphasis on family has almost reached a morbid level.
Congliang is both happy and unhappy. She likes to have a barbecue and eat spicy rice noodles. She came from the countryside. These things were not eaten in the past. Although the first life is exquisite, it is not so strong. It is even more impossible to eat it in the second life. In this life, it can be eaten. It has been eaten a few times, but now Jiang Yin is not allowed.
After pleading twice, even the fat brother who was grilling skewers on the side of the road looked sideways. Jiang Yin dragged Cong Liang forward and walked forward with a sullen head, with a very hard-hearted attitude.
Seeing that he was going to turn from a good eye, he didn't cook this, so he was anxious, he directly hugged Jiang Yin's waist and slipped out on the ground. The fat brother is happy.
Jiang Yin really couldn't stand Congliang's torture method, so he stood flushed, took out a thick roll of change from his pocket, dragged it for a long time, took out five crumpled pieces, handed it to Congliang, and he Standing on the curb by himself, he slowly paced and waited.
Cong Liangxi took the money and said, "Give me three strings of mutton and a string of tendons, and put more spicy food."
"Good." The fat brother flipped his hand, glanced at Congliang, and then glanced at Jiang Yin's back, joking Congliang, "Sister, you're not strong enough, such a stingy man must take care of it!"
Cong Liang's joy, he waved his hand and said: "Brother, you can be quiet, this master can't be messed with, I finally caught up with it, ahahaha..."
"Tsk." The fat brother began to spread the ingredients, and swiftly packed the bag and handed it to Congliang, "You little girls, you are just trying to make a face, and you will know in time, what kind of man is the best to use."
Congliang took over the string with a perfunctory smile, thinking what do you know, he was digging to death, but all the money he earned was deposited in my account.
On the bus, Congliang rode on the swaying car, and Jiang Yin was frightened when he saw it, for fear that if Congliang accidentally stabbed his mouth or throat, both hands would no longer be in control. He held the plastic bag for Congliang and she took a bite. , he folded a small piece of bamboo skewer for barbecue, and on the way home in winter, he was sweating all the way.
When winter is over, it is the beginning of spring. On the days when everything recovers, Jiang Yin's stature began to run as hard as Cong Liang's memory. At the end of summer, in more than half a year, he quickly ran for nearly seven centimeters and cramped once, scaring Cong Liang. Bone broth stewed for a month.
The days are like flowing water, calm and transparent at a glance, and the waves are not disturbed, but because of the people who accompany him, it becomes full of taste.
In the blink of an eye, it was early winter. The small shop was willing to use materials because Jiang Yin was getting more and more familiar with it. He was always renovating the tricks, and the source of customers had become more and more stable. During these days, there was a stall selling vegetables in the market. Cong Liang was optimistic about the opportunity. , It didn’t cost a few dollars to get it down. The market has a lot of traffic, and the cakes are still selling well.
Just like this, it is necessary to hire people. Cong Liang just posted the recruitment notice, and acquaintances came to the store. Cong Liang lit a cigarette from Jiang Yin, squatted in the corner of the side door, smoked in a fake pattern, and coughed hard when he choked.
In the light reflected by the glass, Jiang Yin and the bell that he hadn't seen for a long time didn't know what to talk about in the room. Anyway, when Cong Liang coughed for the third time, Jiang Yin opened the side door with a blushing face.
"Are you **** going to cough to death?" Jiang Yin grabbed Congliang by the collar, lifted her up, grabbed the cigarette, threw it on the ground and smashed it out. When he returned to the house, he plugged in the side door and pulled down the front door shutter. .
It was just after noon. Congliang raised his eyebrows when he saw this posture. In the daytime, the front roller shutter door was also pulled down, but the two times were deliberately flirting with Congliang, and Jiang Yin couldn't stand it, so he pulled her. Small cubicle work.
Cong Liang was dragged by Jiang Yin to the small sofa in the cubicle, but Jiang Yin rushed up and rude as Cong Liang expected. When I was a child, there was a time when a sick person was about to die, and no one cared about it. It was... Little Bell gave me cold water to melt steamed buns..."
Jiang Yin choked for a while when he said that, and Congliang touched his head, Jiang Yin turned his head and put Congliang's hand on his face, "She can't stay at home, she said she's going to work abroad, I want to give her some money... it's OK?"
Congliang rubbed Jiang Yin's face twice, pinched him again, held Jiang Yin's head, lay down on the sofa bed, and put his arms around Jiang Yin, "You don't always have money and cards, you find me What are you talking about, you are the one in charge, the one in charge... uh, alas, in broad daylight, business is not... uh..."
Jiang Yin's body was almost the same as the previous two lives. Cong Liang was shrouded in the corner of the wall, raised his head and let Jiang Yin's lips rage around his neck, leaned back against the wall, and hung his legs around Jiang Yin's waist. , to endure his sometimes gentle and sometimes violent collision.
Cong Liang opened the shutter door with soft legs and soft feet, and the afternoon sun hit her face. She closed her eyes and embraced the sun. Jiang Yin washed her hands and came over. The rolling shutter above his head was pushed up again, and he closed his eyes in the sunshine with her.
Noisy and noisy intertwined in the ears, Jiang Yin's kiss on his head was as warm and comfortable as the sun, and the flow of time seemed to be glued to a wheel by honey, becoming extremely slow.
Cong An walked one step ahead of Jiang Yin, but it was very sudden. It was a cerebral hemorrhage, and in winter, when the white snake suit of the system was hibernating, Cong An never found a female companion in his life, and he really couldn't escape Cong Liang's last wish to see The result is planted on the system.
Congliang once asked him why he didn't explain it, explaining that even if the system doesn't understand feelings, at least he doesn't have to suffer for a lifetime.
But Cong An just shook his head, how could he never say it, but the result was nothing more than opening his body generously and telling him to play casually, Cong An could only smile bitterly, he is not a beast, his little white, nothing at all don't know.
Regarding this matter, Cong Liang also went to tell the system, the system not only asked her what a relationship is, but also used "play casually" to tie Cong'an's heart. In the end, Cong Liang did not dare to say anything. .
However, after the departure of An, the system woke up from the hibernation state and went out to eat noodles from Liang Liao. It was the system's favorite fried noodles, white noodles and hot meat sauce. The system was screaming and was about to starve to death. After taking only one bite, he raised his head against his stomach.
It asked Congliang, why didn't he see Cong'an after he woke up for three days, is the company so busy, didn't he retire?
It asked Congliang if it had starved its stomach from hibernation, why it seemed like a big cold rock had been pressed in its stomach.
It asked Congliang why his eyes were blurry, and if he had slept for too long and had broken his eyes.
Congliang took a deep breath, wiped the water stains off the system's face, and told it in a trembling voice, "Your stomach is not hungry, and your eyes are fine, you are just thinking about Cong An, you are in love with him."
The system was stunned for a while, the top of the head began to crackle, sparks and black smoke came out, and finally the whole system crashed. The main system told Congliang that her companion system had generated a virus because she had not cleaned the data for a long time, and she had to send it for maintenance.
After decades of company, an artificial intelligence was finally infected with the virus, and he left too early to see it.
After the system left, the main system wanted to distribute a new system to Congliang, but she refused. She wanted to take her out of this world and give her all the strategy points, but she didn't do it. In the end, she had to give most of the permissions to Congliang, so that she could freely enter and leave the world.
When Jiang Yin left, although Congliang still couldn't adapt to sending off his lover, he was much better than the last two times.
In the end, she walked around the road that she had walked countless times, and now it was a mess due to renovations, and she wanted to feel sad, but she finally raised the corner of her mouth and smiled.
Don't panic, there is another life.
The author has something to say: the next world will be a disfigured uncle vs a violent loli. Seeing our uncle from Liangliu's face is bewildering.
In the apocalyptic background, there are no zombies, but animal mutations, and the fog hurts people.
Don't get fat ah ah ah ah ah _(:з"∠)_
In addition, I want to explain that my sub-cp is not a regular sub-cp, because they are not people in every world, maybe two birds, two bugs, and two rabbits, depending on the setting background.
I hope I can write a different apocalypse.
