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Chapter 930

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Learn to cook? For Sir?

Feng City TV Station building.

In the staff office of My Restaurant.

"What did you just say?"

The new intern girl was also very confused. She stood timidly at the door and repeated in a low voice, "Tang Xinrou's agent just called and asked if she could bring a friend along."

Xing Jiang, the director of My Restaurant, was so angry that he laughed. "What does she think our show is? You can even call your friends to visit you? Tell her that's impossible! If she doesn't want to come, then don't come!! "

Tang Xinrou hadn't announced her identity to the public, so only a small group of people in the circle knew that she was the daughter of FamilyFamily Tang.

Most people thought that she was just an ordinary girl who hadn't graduated yet and had been lucky enough to catch the eye of Kang Yuan.

After all, he had a background and didn't lack resources, unlike her, who didn't have any works to show apart from Director Kang's Ride the Wind.

If she hadn't been good friends with Song Yaoyao, she wouldn't have gotten the role of the female lead in the only drama she had received.

"But …" The girl felt wronged and handed over a note. "But the person she wants to bring is Song Yaoyao."

Xing Jiang was stupefied and wondered if he had heard wrong. "Who did you say?"

"Song Yaoyao, Director Kang's disciple and the college entrance examination top scorer. Tang Xinrou's agent gave me a number and said that you can contact Song Yaoyao if you want. Song Yaoyao said that she's a fan of Teacher Pan and is willing to spend money to go on the show. "

"Cough cough cough …"

Xing Jiang's face burned and he stretched out his hand embarrassedly. "Give me the number."

"Oh …"

He took the number and looked at it several times, then waved his hand solemnly and drove the girl out.

As soon as the office door closed, he took out his phone and dialed the number on the note.

"Hello, I'm Song Yaoyao."

A sweet and soft girl's voice came through the phone.

"Cough cough cough!!" It really was Song Yaoyao!

Xing Jiang was pleasantly surprised. "Hello, Miss Song. I'm the director of My Restaurant, Xing Jiang …"



That night, 'My Restaurant' announced the guests for the next episode. At the same time, there was a mysterious silhouette with a big question mark on it.

My Restaurant V: Let's see which cuties we will welcome in the next episode! Heh heh heh, it's said that there are also Teacher Pan's hardcore fans and mystery guests! Speaking of which, can you guess who it is just by looking at the shadow?

[You're being mysterious again. Baby, you're being naughty.]

[Looks like she's a big sister. I'll take her with me.]

[In the last picture, the shadow gives me an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but the words are on the tip of my tongue, but I just can't say them out loud.]

[Ahhh, Baby Rourou, Baby Rourou is finally willing to open for business. I'm about to dry up.]

[Resurrection at full health! I love Rourou!]

[Rourou is still as beautiful as ever! Baby, eat well. Mommy loves you!]

[See you next week, brother.]

[Sob sob sob, I also want my brother to participate. Luo Xingguang, did you hear that?! Tang Xinrou is participating in the variety show, why aren't you here yet?! Luo Xingguang]



Huo Yunque took off his jacket and casually handed it to Uncle Zhang. He looked around and raised an eyebrow. "Where is she?"

Uncle Zhang pointed behind them with a smile. "Miss Song is in the kitchen."

"Cough —"

Huo Yunque dropped his forehead into his hand. "What does she want to do now?"

Huo Qi interjected, "Sir, maybe Miss Song's heart aches for you, and she wants to learn how to cook for you?"

Huo Yunque's lips curled up slightly at these words.

"It's good enough that she's obedient."

As for cooking —

(End of chapter)

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