1844: C1844 There Is No Flour Left!

C1844 There Is No Flour Left!

Wang Bulang looked at the information while Jiang Xiaona explained.

"This Manager from the Yelan Noodles is called Yan Lan.

Yan Lan had a strange temper and had no business to run. She was not worth mentioning at all.

" However, I found out that the funds behind the Yelan Noodles came from a restaurant called Midnight Snack Restaurant.

Manager from this restaurant was also chairman from the Bailu City Food and Beverage Association.

His name was... "

"Ye Hong!"

Before Jiang Xiaona could finish, Wang Bulang said coldly.

He closed the folder. His eyes were cold.

"It's fine if the Fei's Corporation is destroyed, but now you actually dare to bully my daughter. Do you really think I, Wang Bulang, am a vegetarian?!"

He stood up and ordered Jiang Xiaona, "Inform the higher-ups to hold a meeting in half an hour to officially discuss how to deal with the Yelan Noodles!"

...

It was another sunny day.

After the heat wave from Ceng Feng Book Saint passed, the Yelan Noodles's business was greatly reduced.

Even so, the number of customers was still much higher than the other restaurants on the east street.

Manager, Diwu Qinglan, no, should be called Yan Lan. She lazily moved a chair and leisurely basked in the sun at the entrance of the restaurant.

The hat covered her beautiful face and concealed her identity as Manager. Countless passers-by wondered why the staff of this restaurant was so undisciplined.

In order to avoid being targeted by the fifth family, Diwu Qinglan changed her alias to Yan Lan.

Her current life was extremely leisurely.

During the day, she would casually play soy sauce in the shop, and at night, she would go to No.185 Hospital to visit Silver-Brush Painter.

As for her residence, she forced herself to stay in Murong Tingmeng's house.

This kind of carefree and carefree life that did not need to plot against people all day long made Diwu Qinglan satisfied.

But an anxious shout broke this leisurely and calm.

"Manager, something bad has happened!"

The person shouting was the chef and buyer of the restaurant.

After Diwu Qinglan taught him how to make noodles, she no longer went to the kitchen.

"What happened? Why are you making so much noise? Be careful if I fire you!"

After being disturbed by the sun, Diwu Qinglan could not help but remove the hat on her face in dissatisfaction.

The chef trembled in fear from Diwu Qinglan's terrifying gaze but quickly said in panic. "Manager, there's no flour in the shop!"

Diwu Qinglan was stunned.

The Yelan Noodles, as the name suggested, was mainly focused on wheaten food.1

The main ingredient for pasta was flour.

It could be said that flour was the most important ingredient in the Yelan Noodles.

Without flour, Yelan Noodles would be unable to operate normally.

And if they were unable to operate, it meant that they did not have any income.

If they did not have any income, they would not be able to provide Silver-Brush Painter's recovery funds.

Diwu Qinglan did not dare to think about it anymore. She only shouted angrily. "If you don't have flour, go and buy it!"

The Little Chef had a bitter smile on his face and said, "I don't know what kind of strange thing happened. When I went to buy flour this morning, the stalls that sold flour to the regular market closed early.

I went to the supermarket, but I didn't find any flour.

It's like someone bought all the flour in the city overnight! "

Diwu Qinglan frowned. There is no flour in the city. What about outside? What about the Internet?"

The smile on the chef's face became even more bitter. "There must be some in other places. I can probably buy them online as well.

But let's not talk about whether we can deliver it immediately. Just the cost of purchasing it is... "

Diwu Qinglan quickly realized the seriousness of the matter!

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