On May 25th, the school celebration came, and the school as a whole had already taken on a new look.
The music fountain, which is rarely seen on weekdays, was turned on, and every tree was decorated with colored lights. The hot air balloon fluttered in the wind with the words of welcome. The reception students wore the school uniform of S University of Arts and led the guests around.
As early as yesterday evening, the shed of the maid cafe had already been set up on the playground—
The whole shed is made of white fabric, and the roof is surrounded by a circle of LED star lights. The girls borrowed maid outfits and some discarded lace fabrics to decorate discarded classroom tables and chairs. Mo Shaoqing also took some green plants from the space to decorate the cafe.
The whole playground is immersed in a strong school celebration atmosphere.
Early in the morning, Mo Shaoqing had already baked a small cake that could be kept for a long time and put it in the cake cabinet.
But he was alone after all, and soon found that the tasks were too heavy and he was a bit overwhelmed, and some people who had nothing to do were still chatting on their mobile phones.
So, he began to assign work: he opened the fruit bag brought from home (space), ordered five girls to cut the fruit, picked some boys and girls with better looks to be waiters, the rest of the boys helped in the kitchen, and the other girls were in charge. Prepare coffee. The boss, the second, and the third were honorably assigned to "solicit customers".
Next, Mo Shaoqing is going to start making some box cakes and cupcakes, both of which are good-looking and delicious, and naturally it will take a lot of time.
Then prepare the meringue for egg tarts and puffs, and teach you how to make tart hearts and configure cream. Early in the morning, it can be said that I am so busy that I can't even drink my saliva.
"Mo Shaoqing, you are amazing!"
"The cake is delicious and beautiful!"
"Yeah, it's just brushed and brushed, and it's all done step by step!" A few girls gathered around in twos and threes, savoring and praising.
Mo Shaoqing thought to himself, it's because you didn't see how my restaurant was busy, otherwise you must be able to understand my current hand speed.
There are very few boys who can make cakes, and even fewer handsome boys who can make cakes. Girls sometimes do their own work, and sometimes watch handsome guys making pastries, feeling that life is full of pink bubbles.
The number of customers gradually increased, and Mo Shaoqing became even busier. Batch after batch of egg tarts were baked and sold.
When Mo Shaoqing turned back to put the cake, he was taken aback by the man lying on the cake cabinet.
The man has a baby face, looks like he is only in his early twenties, wearing a plaid shirt, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and looks like a student.
Mo Shaoqing patted his chest and exhaled, "Guest, what would you like to eat?"
"It smells so good!" The baby face was immersed in its own world, and then suddenly realized: "Are you the boss?" The whole person suddenly glowed with a different kind of brilliance.
Mo Shaoqing was taken aback by his enthusiasm: "Yes! Egg tart?"
"Yeah, I want this, I want this, I want a copy of this and this."
"Okay." For customers, Mo Shaoqing has never been stingy with his smile.
Mo Shaoqing took out the freshly baked cake from the cake cabinet, and his baby face kept staring at his hand, as if drooling, until the cake was handed over to him.
Then, regardless of the surprised gazes around her, the baby face took one bite at a time, and finished the mango cake roll with a few mouthfuls... Finally, she patted her belly contentedly.
At this time, there was a shout in the distance——
"Xiao He, I've been looking for you for a long time, why are you here?" A middle-aged man with a full beard looked for him eagerly.
The baby-faced man pursed his mouth: "I'm hungry! The cakes here are super delicious!"
"Taste it for you. Here—"
Mo Shaoqing looked in admiration, and even acting coquettishly did not violate harmony!
"Hey, I don't need it, look at what you ate, it's all over your mouth!" The bearded man took out a silk scarf from his pocket, and carefully wiped the cream from the corner of his mouth.
Mo Shaoqing felt that the scene of you and me in front of you, why it looked a little weird——
"May I ask you are?"
No wonder Mo Shaoqing thinks too much, this middle-aged man is at least forty years old, with a beard and a peaked cap, he looks very...
The baby face looks immature, so you won't be deceived, right
The baby face smiled "puchi" directly, and then took a leisurely look at how the middle-aged man responded. It seemed that this was not the first time that he was so familiar with the road, and Mo Shaoqing felt even more strange in his heart.
The bearded man who was stared at with "you are a human trafficker" was not angry, and said helplessly, "I don't know if you have heard my name, I am Qi Yuanshan, this is me... my lover Jiang Muhe!"
The baby face laughed loudly, with a look of fear that the world would not be chaotic, and said loudly: "Haha, Ah Shan, you once again admitted that I am your lover!"
Some guests around looked at them with disgust, curiosity, or jokes, but they continued their actions unaffected in the slightest.
Mo Shaoqing was secretly admiring, but also a little ashamed, what is it all about, the two of them looked...
Jiang Muhe was very surprised, whether the student in front of him was from our school or not, and he didn't know what the two of them looked like at all. Could it be that he is not famous at all now? express displeasure!
But this aroused his interest instead, and he chatted with Mo Shaoqing enthusiastically.
Qi Yuanshan could only put down what he was going to do, wait patiently aside, and interject a few words in a gentle tone.
Mo Shaoqing learned from the chat between the middle-aged "husband and wife" that Jiang Muhe is an alumnus of this school, and what is even more exciting is that although Jiang Muhe looks like he is in his early twenties, he is actually already thirty-five. On the contrary, Qi Yuanshan, who looks to be in his early forties, is actually only 37 years old...
What is wrong with this world
Mo Shaoqing said:…
The two chatted more and more speculatively, from cake to music, from music to movies, but Mo Shaoqing was really busy.
Although Mo Shaoqing had never heard of the two names, it did not hinder his appreciation for them. After apologizing, he wrapped some biscuits and paper cups and gave them to Jiang Muhe. Anyway, these proceeds are all his own.
Jiang Muhe looked at Mo Shaoqing with deep meaning, seeing Mo Shaoqing flustered, he happily took Qi Yuanshan's hand and left.
On the other side, Ling Senhao, who had carefully inspected the small auditorium several times, expressed his disappointment, as there seemed to be no one he wanted to meet...
Ling Senhao briefly said a few words about his analysis of the international financial situation, plus what he had done for the Clare Group over the years. He has a humorous language, excellent professional knowledge, and rich personal experience. He can draw cheers from underground students when he talks about a few cases casually.
At the end of the speech, a female college student host asked a question: "I want to know why Mr. Ling gave up the S City Drama Academy and chose our school?"
Mo Shaoqing's face first came to Ling Senhao's mind, and he replied: "I believe that truly outstanding people don't stick to school."
The Acting Department of S City Academy of Arts is generally considered to be inferior to S City Drama Academy. Now that Ling Senhao said so, the students below immediately boiled over. Doesn’t this mean that they are better than other schools
After the speech was over, a large group of students rushed forward to ask questions, how could the school leaders allow it! It's rare to see such a big shot, so don't take good care of him, maybe the school can get some sponsorship...
Ling Senhao handed everything over to his assistant, and he found an excuse and retreated. He has a more important task to complete, and this time, he is bound to get it.
Mo Shaoqing welcomed an unexpected guest.
"Mr. Ling? Why are you here?"
Hearing Mo Shaoqing's surprised and joyful voice, Ling Senhao felt a little comforted, and pretended to be surprised: "So you are a student of this school?"
"Yes, Mr. Ling, what a coincidence..." Based on the fact that many famous people came to give speeches at the school celebration recently, Mo Shaoqing speculated that Mr. Ling should also have received the invitation.
"Are you here to give a speech?"
"Yes, but since you know, why didn't you come?" Ling Senhao looked at Mo Shaoqing with regret.
I don't know why, Mo Shaoqing actually heard a little grievance in it, is it just his illusion
"No... I..." I didn't know before, and I just speculated.
But why do I still feel so sorry...
"It's really a pity this time, I will definitely go next time." Mo Shaoqing expressed his position firmly.
Ling Senhao thought it was funny in his heart, he wanted to say, I was just teasing you, but the words turned into, "Really?"
It sounds pathetic. Mo Shaoqing could only swear to the sky, "I will definitely go!"
"That's good, you must come." Ling Senhao walked down the steps.
Attached to Mo Shaoqing's ear and said: "Otherwise you will definitely regret..."
Uh... Mo Shaoqing thinks why this scene is inexplicably weird, as if she was... molested
Then his face turned red.
Although the blush of a beautiful boy is indeed very beautiful, but now Ling Senhao said that there are more things he wants to do now, "Can you walk with me?"
"Of course, it's a great honor." It was already noon, and the maid café had fewer customers. Mo Shaoqing was still thinking about "I'm sorry" to the other party just now, so he quickly tidied up the bar and prepared to come out.
It was only then that Ling Senhao realized that the other party was wearing a lace white apron, which made her waist more slender... It looked really unusual and intriguing!