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Song Huanxi: "..."

After being disturbed by the second child, she was completely awake. She glanced at the manuscript that the second child held up in front of her eyes, raised her eyebrows, raised her hand suddenly, pointed to two of them and asked, "How do you pronounce these two words?"

Ayun was stunned for a moment, then stammered and read: "Enthusiastic..., smiling..."

Her pretty face turned into a liver color, and she didn't recognize the words clearly in front of her eyes!
Song Huanxi chuckled in his heart, heh, a scumbag.

She put the manuscript paper on the head of the bed, and when she got up, the second child was beaten to the side and circled.

Sending away the younger siblings, and mailing away the two replies and the proofreading manuscript, Song Huanxi slapped his forehead, oh no, he forgot to tell Wujiubuhuan, she used the content of his "Sentimental Swordsman Ruthless Sword" in the article up!
Forget it, let's talk about it next time.

……

When I received today's submission, it was already noon. Editor-in-Chief Zha was eating, and the desk was full of manuscripts. There was only a little space in the middle for a Nanchang Mixed Rice Noodles and Crock Pot Soup.

Editor-in-Chief Zha originally borrowed from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, so he has a clear taste, and he is not against this kind of local food with a bit of taste.

Because of the war ten years ago, people from all over the country flocked to Hong Kong City. Although Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Cantonese cuisines are the main dishes in Hong Kong City, there are also a variety of cuisines from all over the country.

Busy with work, Editor-in-Chief Zha usually takes care of two people in the office at noon. The small shops around the office building have a lot of food, and other colleagues are similar.

It is inevitable to get tired of eating for a long time, so he encouraged his colleagues in the newspaper to recommend good restaurants to each other.

If the taste is good, order it together, and then arrange for someone to pick up the food. In this way, time and cost are saved, and the most important thing is that you can go to a restaurant far away to order food.

This Nanchang mixed noodles was recommended by the editor of the first review.

The smooth and tender rice noodles are served with diced chili, peanuts, beef cubes, and a special sauce. The taste is spicy and smooth, and it is served with a delicious broth that has been simmering for several hours——

Absolutely.

Editor-in-Chief Zha took a sip of the powder, sipped the soup happily, and opened another letter from the author——

Sneak peek, simply happy like a fairy!

Well, Gillian and Ah Qiang's follow-up articles are not bad, the new writer Hongchen Yixiao is very diligent, and he doesn't need to press for the manuscript, so he sends the manuscript regularly every day.

It's not at all like a guy who wrote throwing knives. He sent three or four reminder letters every day, and only a little bit was squeezed out. Cows dare not be so lazy!
Every time I ask for leave, the reason for asking for leave is inseparable from the word "wine". The moonlight is just right tonight, and I have a plate of fried snails for lunch. How can this dish be without wine!

The most exaggerated time, he wrote a beauty to appear on the stage, drinking with the beauty, he was already drunk!
Editor-in-Chief Zha glanced at a thin piece of paper in the upper right corner of the desk, and the writer of the knife broke the record again. This time, the reason was that he had spent all his money on the oiran and was trapped in the ballroom. Send it to the ballroom?
Ah.

He just wants to send a bunch of pocket knives!

Fortunately, the bull was whipped hard by him before, and the newspaper office still has manuscripts, so it won't open the skylight.

Editor-in-Chief Zha was also very helpless, just such a slack guy, but the article he wrote was so good-looking, even he liked it, it was really a blessing from God.

Cough, of course, he is still a bit worse than his son thief.

Editor-in-Chief Zha sighed, and served dinner with a new article with a smile on the face of the world.

and many more!

Passionate Swordsman Ruthless Sword? !

In Hongchen Yixiao's novel, why did the slack flying knife be mentioned!
He's a thief, he's the one ranked first, okay?
In the mouth of editor-in-chief Zha, the originally smooth and fragrant rice noodles suddenly became unbearable!

He put down his chopsticks, picked up the manuscript, and reviewed it again with a serious expression:
Taking popular serial novels as the teaching content, the plot setting is reasonable——

hateful!

You can't even reject a manuscript!

Staring at the manuscript, Editor-in-Chief Zha picked up the pen, but just when the tip of the pen was about to hit the paper, he finally stopped.

After a while, he snorted softly, took another blank manuscript paper, and re-transcribed Hongchen Yixiao's contribution, but this time, the title of the book written by He Jiaoxi on the blackboard became The Legend of Condor Heroes.

The content also changes accordingly:
...Wrapped in a white dress like a veil, as if she was in the smoke and fog, she looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, except for a head of black hair, her whole body was snow-white, and her face was exquisitely beautiful.

Hmph, his little dragon girl is also stunning!
After the revision, Editor-in-Chief Zha's mind instantly became clear. He read and read the revised manuscript again and again, and was extremely satisfied. Finally, he opened the drawer on the left hand side.

When the drawer was opened, it was obvious that the manuscript paper inside had filled the entire drawer.

Editor-in-Chief Zha put the new manuscript into it, and exhaled a long breath. Being an editor-in-chief is not easy. There are always writers who write plots that don't please him.

He changed it to the content he liked, and then collected it, comforting himself, this one is the precious original manuscript!

Editor-in-Chief Zha glanced at A-Jiao and A-Qiang who were at the desk, snorted, and summoned the editor-in-chief. He didn't even want to touch them, and urged, "Take it, take it!"

After the preliminary review editor took away the annoying manuscript, he started to eat again. This time, he decided not to read the article when he ate in the future——

Really affect appetite.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was Friday, and Song Huanxi had been reading his own essays for a few days in a row, and he should have gotten used to it, but before reading it today, he couldn't help feeling nervous again.

Without him, today, A-Jiao and A-Qiang are serialized to the part with a small advertisement, Song Huanxi is a little worried about the reaction of the guests——

"However, today he took a detour and walked to the MTR station in Tsim Sha Tsui. There is a Maxim dim sum shop here, and the mooncakes it makes are very famous..."

Immediately, regular customers called out: "Meixin? I bought it, and the dim sum is really good!"

Another old customer said with a smile: "I bought it as a gift, but after giving it away, it returned to me. I had no choice but to eat it myself. The mooncakes are really good. The egg yolk is salty and fragrant, soft and waxy!"

Many guests had eaten it, and the remaining guests who hadn't had it became curious and expressed that they must try it if they had the chance.

Song Huanxi became more and more anxious. It's normal for Meixin to be recognized by an old customer. No one has tried her food stall!
Song Huanxi suppressed his nervousness and continued to read:
"He remembered that there was a dim sum stall in front of the Kowloon Theater every weekend. Last time he went here to do business, he only closed the stall at night. He was so hungry.

It just so happened that the stall next door was also closing down, and there were some snacks left over, which were shared among the stall owners who set up the stall together.

He was given two pieces of bozai cake, QQ bouncing, with a milky aroma in the mouth, sweet red beans with distinct grains, and soft in the mouth.

Most importantly, it's not expensive at all!

For the price of one Maxim’s mooncake, you can buy ten yuan of bozai cakes! "

Ah Shuibo snorted, "There really is such a dim sum stall?!"

Nan Bo next to him thought about it and said, "The Meixin in front is real, so the food stall in front of the Kowloon Theater should be real too!"

Ah Shuibo looked at Song Huanxi, "Ah Huan, read that paragraph again, it sounds like it's delicious!"

Song Huanxi was overjoyed, the old customers of the Wonton shop were always beauties, and she had to be that kind of stunning beauty to let her read it several times.

Today is the first time, there are no beauties, just because of the food, let her re-read it!

Song Huanxi immediately read it aloud again: "...Bozai Cake, QQ bouncing, with a milky fragrance in the mouth, sweet red beans with distinct grains, and soft and soft in the mouth."

Then, she heard the faint sound of swallowing saliva.

(End of this chapter)