“Okay boss.” Fang Xiaoxuan began to distribute milk tea one by one.
Jiang Qin coughed and then said: “Everyone, this is our sweet taro milk tea. Strictly speaking, it should be regarded as the store’s signature. The secret recipe was passed down to me by an old man. Please try it and see if it tastes good.” , please support me in my future business.”
The girls opened their mouths: “You open this milk tea shop?”
“This is our fourth branch, so to speak.”
“…”
“Holy shit, didn’t you say he was a freshman? He actually opened four milk tea shops?”
Amid the discussion, a girl with a ponytail took a sip of milk tea, and her eyes instantly lit up: “Wow, it’s really delicious. It’s more fragrant and smoother than what I’ve had before. It’s worthy of its signature!”
Jiang Qin smiled slightly: “As long as it tastes good, thank you everyone for liking it. I’m honored.”
Tang Li: “…”
Gu Tiantian: “…”
Chen Wenfang: “…”
Hou Xiangkai was stunned for a moment: “Then it seems like the milk tea was invited by me, right?”
It’s a pleasure to show off. Jiang Qin admits that he is a bitch and likes the feeling of being proud of himself. But he definitely didn’t mean to show off today. He just didn’t want to lose those sixteen cups of milk tea.
Male god? Love whoever you want, money is the last word.
After all, the promotion is around the corner, the day of burning money is coming as scheduled, and I only have a little pocket money left.
What if you don’t save some money from other people’s pockets?
This is thrift.
Five minutes later, the milk tea in the girls’ hands made a slurping sound, and it was obviously empty. This also proved how awesome Gao Dawei’s taro recipe was.
You know, when girls drink milk tea, they basically drink half and half, as if drinking half and half won’t make them fat. It’s not often that they can drink milk tea like this in one gulp.
I think back when I was choosing a store at Linchuan University of Science and Technology, if Gao Dawei hadn’t gotten divorced and was in no mood to continue working, with his signature taro, he might have been able to compete with Xitian, which has its own traffic halo.
“It tastes great.”
“It’s really good. No wonder it opened four branches.”
“The taste is really delicate. Isn’t stockings milk tea nothing more than that?”
During the discussion, Hou Xiangkai stared at Jiang Qin for a long time. Slowly, he began to understand what happened just now.