Zhou Aiguo praised Yi Zhiyu very hard, and then respectfully saluted him. Then he quickly poured out a cup of milk tea sealed in the thermostat and placed it in front of Yi Zhiyu.

Before, it was blocked by the thermostat and in the temporary kitchen, no one could feel the aroma of milk tea in advance.

At this moment, as soon as the cup of milk tea came out, a scent of milk tea gradually spread around. Guan Dasheng, who was originally disdainful and angry, was stunned.

"How is this possible! This fragrance...

It seems to take me back thirty years ago, when I was still a young man under 60 years old..."

He couldn't help but want to move his steps, and suddenly remembered his attitude just now, Guan Dasheng stopped hesitating again.

The president of the Xiangjiang Food Association and the famous "Poison Dragon King", he still wants his face.

“Um…”

Yi Zhiyu, who had drunk a small mouthful of milk tea, suddenly opened his eyes wide and let out a dreamlike exclaim.

fragrant!

slip!

It’s so smooth and sweet, the same little Master Zhou, a different enjoyment!

Yi Zhiyu's nose wings were bulging, and he gasped for a few breaths, then raised his neck and the whole cup of silk-socked milk tea slid into his throat. He felt a shock in his heart, and he felt an indescribable feeling of happiness.

The temperature of the milk tea is just right controlled by Zhou Dong, and the smell is hot, but it won’t make people feel hot.

"It seems that I should change my view on this fast food dessert in the future. It turns out that sweets can really bring people a sense of happiness.

Boy Zhou..."

Yi Zhiyu licked her lips with unfulfilled desire: "The pineapple bread is not ready yet, why don't I have another glass?"

"Yi Lao wants to drink it, so there are a lot of them, but today there is no limit to the quantity."

Zhou Dong nodded, and Zhou Aiguo quickly brought Yizhiyu a cup of milk tea.

"Old Zhou, I'll give me a cup. Although I've eaten it in the morning, it's good to have a cup of milk tea to moisten my throat."

Huailiang took the third cup with a smile.

"I drank my silver sprout soup and ate my thousand-layer steamed buns. I didn't say anything. If this fourth cup wasn't mine, I guess King Zhou's noodle would be embarrassed, right?"

Yan Yi immediately took on gratitude and took over the fourth cup from Zhou Aiguo.

“Oh, I’m a professional judge from India.

I probably should believe that there is still a flavor in this world that can be compared with curry?

So, please give me a cup of milk tea, thank you.”

"'Swipe my card', please give me a drink too..."

"And me!"

In a blink of an eye, Zhou Dong had already given nine cups of milk tea, and Guan Dasheng's heart was suddenly shocked.

"not good!

A particular milk tea chef can produce ten cups of milk tea in one pot, and then he has to wait at least five minutes before the next pot can be found!

Of course, people like me want to drink a head pot!"

Seeing that the tenth cup of silk and milk tea was about to fall into the hands of others, Guan Dasheng no longer cared about face and took a quick step forward to stop a member of the Xiangjiang public judge who was about to pick up the tenth cup of milk tea.
Chapter completed!