990: C990 A Hundred Kinds of Cake

C990 A Hundred Kinds of Cake

Yang Soong stretched out his arms and hugged the universe. "I held a cake banquet because I wanted to know the true standard of my cake making.

The reason why I let customers taste the cake was to let them give suggestions.

" Otherwise, why would I invite them? "

Meng Shihan said," I will still use conspicuous words to express the need to write suggestions on the notice. "

Chen Ming sighed with emotion. "Yes. Originally, the 600 people quota would definitely be squeezed out by everyone. Now it's good. Those customers who see 100 types of cake will definitely calm down."

The announcement was concise and concise. Meng Shihan wrote it and sent it out.

The few large groups instantly boiled up.

"I'm me, I'm me. I'm a true fan of dessert!"

"Villagers, a hundred types of cakes, my Brother Song is my Brother Song!"

"Look carefully upstairs. It's a familiar A4 paper, a familiar suggestion. This time, I need to write a recommendation with a real name."

"What's there to be afraid of writing suggestions? We have all-purpose suggestions."

Yang Soong, who was diving, sneered. His fingers moved slightly, and he typed out a line of words.

"The customers who participated in the honeydew jasmine cake this afternoon probably don't like dessert. We won't consider them at the cake banquet ten days later."

A thunderous sound was heard.

"Who are you? Don't scare us. We were supposed to have a good sleep after eating the cake today, but now we have bad news. "

"Bro, don't joke around. You scared me."

"Hurry up and tell me, you are spreading rumors. Otherwise, I will pee my pants for you to see."

Yang Soong sent a picture. It was none other than the honeydew jasmine cake.

"You failed it. It took me an hour to read your suggestions carefully. In the end, you treated me like this. I am very disappointed in you."

This tone, this temperament.

Someone shouted in fear, "Brother Song?"

Yang Soong replied, "Yes."

It was no longer a flat ground.

"It's over."

"Could it be that all one hundred of us really wrote the exact same answer?"

"Brother Song, why are you in the group?

Yang Soong sent a bye emoji and left first.

"It's cold. It's completely cold. I knew I couldn't take advantage of Brother Song."

The remaining 99 people all had crying expressions on their faces.

The others:

"Cough cough, although it's not very appropriate, hahaha..."

"Six hundred people is really too little. It's precisely because of your launch that we have a higher chance of enjoying the cake banquet."

"One hundred, one hundred, I can relax a little. "100 types, count to 100."

"You're selfless, go ahead. We won't forget you."

"I was wondering when I would be able to eat Brother Song's cake, but I didn't expect it to be so soon."

"It's going to be a cake feast for 600 people. Hundred Phoenix Pavilion isn't that big of a place, is it?"

"We don't need to worry about that. Since Brother Song said 600 people, there won't be any problem."

"What we need to worry about is that with tens of thousands of people, it's very difficult to choose 600 people."

"What's the standard for a true confectionery enthusiast?"

"I drink milk tea. It has always been three times the sugar."

Meng Shihan sent a spreadsheet to the group.

"What? Register for the exam!"

The Hundred Phoenix Pavilion would give out a set of test questions, and the content of the exam would be sweet.

"There is no restriction on the number of people participating in the exam, but only one hundred? Why?"

"Don't ask why. What you want to ask is, who can come out and divide the exam into categories?"

"The words upstairs make sense."

[If you want to take the exam, please sign up as soon as possible. We will book the classroom of No. 6 High School this Sunday for the exam.] Meng Shihan said.

The campus of No. 6 High School was very big. The students of No. 6 High School would leave the school this Sunday.

"We only have four days to review."

"It really does have a sense of urgency during the school days."

The messages that needed to be sent had all been sent.

Yang Soong and the others went back to their respective homes to sleep.

The next morning, Yang Soong had just woken up when Meng Shihan blocked his bed.

"Relax, do you know how many people signed up?"

"Yes, how many?" After Yang Soong woke up, he would be in a daze on the bed for three minutes before he completely woke up.

After he woke up, he did not immediately wake up. He would only wake up after three minutes. He was very healthy and healthy.

Since he wanted to become the king of Master Chef, Yang Soong cherished his own body even more. The king of Master Chef must have a long lifespan.

"Guess!" Meng Shihan knelt on the blanket, picked Yang Soong up, and helped him up. "You definitely won't be able to guess."

She really did not understand why beautiful women liked to play guessing games. Clearly, guessing was not right.

"Eight hundred." Yang Soong narrowed his eyes and pretended not to see Meng Shihan's white, almost transparent pajamas.

"No, you have the guts to guess." Meng Shihan was extremely excited.

"Two thousand, it can't be more." Yang Soong said.

Many of the workers in Luocheng only took a single break.

It wasn't easy for them to have a day off, so they would definitely have to sleep at home.

"You're still guessing too little, guess again."

"Two thousand one hundred people."

"Relax, guess again."

Two thousand one hundred and one people. "

Meng Shihan was unhappy. "Darling, be serious."

Yang Soong woke up. "No more. Liu Zhong could not sit any longer.

"It's fine. I've already contacted Three High School and Four High School."

"Add two schools at once? The campus of Third High School is really big."

In Luocheng, No. 3 High School was famous for its large campus. It was known as a school with two or three schools.

Yang Soong asked, "Does that mean there are 5000 people registering?"

Meng Shihan was disappointed. "Be brave. Don't be afraid. Just guess."

"It can't possibly be more than ten thousand, right? Those three schools can't be let go either."

Meng Shihan did not say anything, her face was full of smiles.

Yang Soong was shocked. "Don't tell me there are really ten thousand people?"

"More accurately, there are ten thousand eight hundred and ninety-seven people."

Not only that, but the number of people who wanted to take the exam was not only this number. It was mainly Sunday. On that day, not everyone could make time.

"At this critical moment, I actually broke my bones!"

"Since I was young, the thing I was least afraid of was exams. But now that I'm in North America, I can't go back!"

"Why would I go to the sea and wave? I can't go back, can I?"

"Our company's annual meeting this weekend, we can't take leave."

...

"Bro at the annual meeting, if there are many people in the company, you can ask for a commission to attend the annual meeting or something like that. It's just like a university call. No one will notice that you didn't go, and no blind colleagues will expose you."

"Yes. The so-called annual meeting is to gather together to eat and drink, express their loyalty to the boss, thank the leaders for their nurturing, and say flattering words. There's no other meaning to it." "Yes. The so-called annual meeting is to gather together to eat and drink, express your loyalty to the boss, thank the leaders for their nurturing, and say flattering words."

"If time permits, you only need to show your head in the beginning and you can run away."

The man who couldn't take leave was silent for a long time and said:

"You are all right, but I am the boss. I run that lousy company. "

This turn of events -2

"It's indeed inappropriate for the boss not to go. Everyone can find out."

"We can only accept our fate. However, you can name your name that day. If you can't go, then don't even think about other employees."

"Are you all demons?"

Yang Soong chuckled and sent another message. "Considering interpersonal relationships, I will take out twenty people who stand out in this exam and allow them to bring their companions to the cake banquet."

A stone could cause a thousand ripples.

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