Chapter 657: President Mo... Are you sure you want to eat?

Qiao Mianmian took a braised egg and took a bite, replied: snail powder, super delicious.

the other side.
Mo Yesi, who was still waiting for Wei Zheng to take back the delivery, saw the message from Qiao Mianmian, and the next second, he called Wei Zheng's phone.
"Hey, President Mo."
"The previous takeaway was cancelled. You are going to buy a copy of snail powder now. I will eat snail powder at noon today."
The wife said that it was super delicious, and it must be delicious.
In the mobile phone, I don't know if Wei Zheng didn't hear what he said, but he was surprised, and he didn't say anything for a while.
Just when Mo Yesi was about to run out of patience, Wei Zheng's trembling voice rang again: "Mo, President, you just said that you want to eat snail powder?"
"Problem? Don't tell me, you can't buy it." Mo Yesi's voice was deep and he was obviously unhappy.
"Of course not." Wei Zheng replied immediately. "But, President Mo, are you sure you want to eat snail powder? Do you know what that is?"
"how?"
"Just that thing might taste a little strange. If you haven't eaten it, President Mo, I'm worried...you won't get used to it. Moreover, it will make your office smell a very strange smell for a long time. President Mo ...Are you sure you want to eat?"
After half an hour.
Wei Zheng came back with a bag of snail powder.
He knocked on the office door, and after getting permission, he opened the door and walked in.
As soon as I walked in, I saw his family Mo holding the phone and staring at the screen.
At a glance...is talking to people.
As for who the chat partner is, you can guess with your toes.
Moreover, he guessed that President Mo suddenly became so abnormal today, and proposed what snail powder to eat, most probably also related to the person he was talking to.
He has followed President Mo for several years.
I haven't seen any snail powder that President Mo has eaten.
President Mo of his family, I don’t even know what snail powder is.
In order to keep up with his daughter-in-law's footsteps, it is quite hard.
He felt that if Mr. Mo called him to buy stinky tofu fried skewers or something, he shouldn't... be too surprised.
"Mr. Mo, this is the snail powder you want."
Wei Zheng took the box out and put it on the desk. Before going out, he glanced at the box of snail powder on the table, and his expression stopped.
Does he want... to remind President Mo again.
As a qualified and competent assistant, he felt he should remind again.
Mo Yesi raised his eyes and looked at him: "Say whatever you want."
"That, President Mo..." Wei Zheng pointed to the box on the table and said in a more euphemistic way. "The moment you open the box, you may smell a strange smell. I think... No you are still..."
"Get out."
Before he had finished speaking, Mo Yesi gave a cold order.
Wei Zheng: "..."
"Okay, President Mo, then I'll go out first. You'll tell me if you have something."
Before Wei Zheng left, he silently glanced at the closed box of snail powder on the table.
He imagined what Mo Zuo would look like when he opened the box.
He has eaten the snail powder.
The taste is good and delicious.
It's that great smell.
He cooked a bag at home last time, and then the neighbor next door knocked on his door and asked if his toilet was fried.
What's more terrible is that the smell remains very long, and it hasn't been eliminated until the next day.
Wei Zheng originally thought that his family's ink was always unacceptable.
I certainly don't get used to it.