svetikya Chapter 197: I became a cannon fodder who was killed at the beginning
Chapter 197: I became a cannon fodder who was killed at the beginning
After getting up, the first thing Rong Jin did was to go to the desk and look at the words on the paper.
"I eat grapes without spitting out strawberry seeds. Am I a cute little orange?"
Rong Jin was silent.
He crossed out this paragraph and turned back to make the buns.
Worried that the new flavor of bread would not be popular, Rong Jin decided to make the small bread he made yesterday again.
Dozens of fresh buns came out of the oven.
Rong Jin placed the bread one by one in the basket and set off for the hotel.
Rong Jin walked around the hotel and looked around, hoping to meet those stupid and rich enemies again by chance.
Unfortunately, those people didn’t seem to be here today, and Rong Jin waited for two hours but didn’t see them.
"Rong Jin."
Rong Jin heard someone calling his name and turned around to see Luo Wen.
He quickly ran over, holding up the basket and asked, "Mr. Luo, this is the new bread I developed. Would you like to buy some? It's delicious!"
To increase credibility, Rong Jin added: "Mr. Lyle and his family liked it so much that they bought seven yesterday!"
Luo Wen said, "Okay, if you chat with me, I will buy it."
Rong Jin immediately became motivated, sat on a bench not far away with Luo Wen, and asked, "Mr. Luo, what do you want to talk about?"
Luo Wen lowered his eyes and looked at him, smiling faintly: "Do you remember your favorite color?"
Favorite color?
Rong Jin subconsciously said, "I like blue the best."
Luo Wen asked again: "When is your birthday?"
Rong Jin opened his mouth, but couldn't remember, so he shook his head and said, "I don't remember."
Luo Wen said "hmm", and after three minutes he continued to ask: "Who are the important people in your heart?"
Important person?
Rong Jin thought of the name he wrote on the paper and said hesitantly, "Important person... Qiqi."
The smile on Luo Wen's face froze, "Who is Qiqi?"
"Can not remember."
Luo Wen didn't ask any further questions. He raised his hand and gently wiped away the dust on his right cheek.
"Do you like making buns?"
Rong Jin said: "I like it. I think making small breads is quite interesting!"
"Well," Luo Wen touched his head and said, "If you are bullied, you can tell me and I will help you get revenge."
Rong Jin blushed slightly and said, "Thank you, Mr. Luo, but no one is bullying me for the time being."
"That's good. Rongrong, please help me pack the bread."
Rong Jin packed the hard bread into a bag and handed it to Luo Wen: "Mr. Luo, your bread is a total of 6,500 yuan."
Luo Wen transferred the money to Rong Jin, stood up and said, "Rong Rong, goodbye."
Rong Jin, who had successfully earned more than 6,000 yuan, waved happily: "Goodbye, Mr. Luo!"
Rong Jin took the empty basket home and prepared the ingredients he would need for tomorrow.
He wanted to research new breads, and the new breads required dried blueberries.
He transferred today's rent to the landlord and found that he still had 5,000 yuan, which was enough for tomorrow's rent.
Rong Jin went out and bought two bags of dried blueberries and some snacks, then returned home carrying a big bag of things.
He met the landlord downstairs.
The landlord saw what he had in his hand and asked casually, "Are you still making bread tomorrow?"
Rong Jin replied, "Well, I will study new bread tomorrow. Mr. Landlord, when my bread is ready, please taste it."
Looking at Rong Jin's sincere eyes, the landlord couldn't say no.
While he was stunned, Rong Jin had already returned home with his things.
"By the way, what's the landlord's name?"
Rong Jin took out his cell phone and sent a message to the landlord asking for his name.
The landlord quickly replied: [My name is He Qiong.]
"He Qiong..."
Rong Jin wrote this name on the paper and connected with the devil.
As soon as the day got light, Rong Jin got up and studied the bread.
He made it carefully according to the tutorial in the book.
Two hours later, the buns were successfully made.
It looks better than last time, but I don’t know how it tastes.
Rong Jin broke off a little bit and put it in his mouth.
“It tastes good too.”
He was afraid of overturning the bread, so he only made five small loaves. Now it was still early, so Rong Jin planned to make a few more.
He packed two small loaves of bread and walked to the door of the landlord upstairs, knocked on the door and said, "Sir, would you like some bread? The new bread I developed is delicious."
The landlord opened the door and smiled, "Thank you."
Rong Jin didn't want to waste time, so he stuffed the small bread into the landlord's hand and said, "It's okay, I'll go back then."
After returning home, I made ten small breads again. Rong Jin sent a message to the landlord: [Sir, did you eat the bread? How did it taste? ]
The landlord saw Rong Jin's message, opened the bread bag, but did not put it directly into his mouth.
He took a knife and cut off a little, then took a bite with full preparation, and surprisingly found that the bread tasted pretty good.
Landlord: [It’s delicious.]
Rong Jin felt relieved, packed all the bread and went to the hotel.
An Lun and others were standing at the entrance of the hotel. Rong Jin didn't expect that his luck was so good today. He met several big enemies as soon as he arrived. It seems that he doesn't have to worry about not being able to sell the bread today.
"Hello, gentlemen. Would you like to buy some rolls?" Rong Jin lifted a corner of the floral cloth. "This is the roll I just invented. My landlord said it's delicious."
Youan raised his eyelids and looked at the bun and said, "Really? But baby, your bun is too expensive, not worth five hundred."
Rong Jin agreed with him, "I don't think it's worth it either."
Youan laughed and said, "Baby, we can buy your buns, but you have to play games with us."
"Play games?" Rong Jin blinked and asked, "What games?"
Youan put his arm on his shoulders and took him in a certain direction: "Baby, come with us."
The place where Youan and the others were going was not far from the hotel, just a five-minute walk away.
"Theater?" Rong Jin didn't understand why they came to the theater.
Without any explanation, Youan and Lyle took Rong Jin into the theater, one on each side.
The theater was empty except for the four of them, and the hangers behind the curtain were filled with costumes for the performance.
"Baby, pick one and perform a play with us, and we'll buy your bread."
His bread would be sold out if he performed a drama... Rong Jin was very tempted.
He walked over to the clothes rack and his eyes fell on a pile of beautiful dresses.
Rong Jin frowned slightly and said, "This is a skirt."
Lyle said calmly, "Well, pick a skirt and put it on."
"I'm a boy, why should I wear a skirt?"
An Lun asked him back: "Why can't boys wear skirts?"
"Ah..." Rong Jin couldn't explain the reason and looked at the pile of skirts in confusion.
Lyle: "Baby, don't you like wearing skirts?"
Rong Jin whispered, "No, it just feels weird."
For some reason, he didn't seem to have an obvious aversion to the skirt, as if he had worn it before and was used to it.
Rong Jin slowly chose from a pile of skirts.
Some of the skirts were a bit revealing, and Rong Jin didn’t want to wear something too revealing, so she chose a beautiful and exquisite princess dress.
"Let's do this."
Lyle took the skirt off and said, "Baby, do you know how to wear it? Let me help you put on the skirt."