Chapter 653

Qiao Mianmian took a bite from a marinated egg and said, "snail powder is delicious.".

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On the other side.

Still waiting for Wei Zheng to take out, Mo Yesi sees the message sent by Qiao Mianmian. The next second, he dials Wei Zheng.

"Hello, Mr. mo."

"The previous takeout has been cancelled. Now go and buy a portion of snail powder. I'll have snail powder at noon today."

My wife said that super delicious food must be delicious.

In the mobile phone, I don't know whether Wei Zheng didn't hear what he said, or was surprised. He didn't make a sound for a long time.

Just when Mo Yesi's patience was about to run out, Wei Zheng's trembling voice rang again: "Mr. Mo, you just said that you want to eat snail powder?"

"What's wrong? Don't tell me you can't buy it. " Mo Yesi's voice sank, showing obvious displeasure.

"Of course not." Wei Zheng immediately replied, "but are you sure you want to eat snail powder? Do you know what it is? "

"Why?"

"It may taste a little strange. If you haven't eaten it, I'm afraid... You won't get used to it. Moreover, it will make your office filled with a very strange smell for a long time. Mr. Mo, are you sure you want to eat

In half an hour.

Wei Zheng came back with a bag of snail powder.

He knocked on the door of the office, got permission, pushed it open and went in.

As soon as I went inside, I saw that his family was always holding a mobile phone and staring at the screen of the mobile phone.

I'm just chatting with people.

As for who the chat object is, you can guess with your toes.

What's more, he guessed that Mr. Mo was so abnormal today that he proposed to eat snail powder, which was mostly related to the person he was talking about.

He has been with Mo for several years.

I haven't seen any snail powder.

His family ink total, estimate even snail powder is what all don't know.

In order to keep up with her daughter-in-law's pace, it's also very hard.

He thinks that if Mo always asks him to buy stinky tofu fried string or something, he won't be too surprised.

"Mr. Mo, this is the snail powder you want."

Wei Zheng took out the box and put it on his desk. Before he went out, he took a look at the box of snail powder on the desk. His face was full of desire.

Would he like to remind Mr. Mo again.

As a qualified assistant, he felt that he should remind him again.

Mo Ye Si raises Mou to see to him: "want to say what say."

"That, Mr. mo..." Wei Zheng pointed to the box on the table and said in a more euphemistic way, "the moment the box was opened, you might smell a strange smell. I think... Or you'd better..."

"Get out of here."

Before he finished, Mo Yesi gave a cold voice of the order.

Wei Zheng

"Well, Mr. Mo, I'll go out first. You have something to tell me. "

Before Wei Zheng left, he silently looked at the box of snail powder on the table.

He imagines what the expression will be when Mo always opens the box.

He has eaten snail powder.

It's delicious.

That's the smell.

Last time he cooked a bag at home, the next door neighbor knocked on his door and asked if his toilet had exploded.

What's more, the smell remained for a long time, and it didn't disappear until the next day.

Wei Zheng thought that his family was not used to ink.

I'm sure I can't get used to that smell.