Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Chapter 271 Changing the Dessert

Seeing the undisguised bullying, Ji Mingyou's eyes flashed a cold light, but he was stopped by his little hand.

"Okay, I'll let you come if you're eager to try, but can you use a blender?" Lin Weiwei stopped him, with a flash of light in his eyes, and patted the blender on the table. The unconfident and arrogant Zhang Yumeng would go to the kitchen , skilled use of various machines.

Zhang Yumeng glanced at her casually, satisfied with her showing weakness, waved her hand and said, "What's so difficult about just a blender? See what you can do."

"Well, just do as you said." Lin Weiwei shrugged his shoulders, with a sly look in his eyes.

Ji Mingyou wanted to stop him, but he couldn't help frowning when he heard her words. He didn't think Lin Weiwei was a soft persimmon who would be bullied by others.

"What idea did you come up with?" He lowered his head slightly, narrowing his long and narrow eyes.

Lin Weiwei was taken aback, he didn't expect to be spotted so quickly, moved over, and whispered in his ear: "Buy a trick first, and you'll know later. But you need to do me a favor, change what needs to be made today. Let’s have some desserts, I’ll do the rest.”

Zhang Yumeng was very happy to make it, completely shedding the shackles of the character design, and proceeded step by step according to the preparation in advance.

She squinted at the two people who came over, her wine-red lips curled up, her reasons were good enough, even if she didn't want to, she had to hold back.

Ji Mingyou looked indifferent, and was about to put away the materials on the table, but was stopped.

"What are you doing? Didn't you see that I haven't used up yet?" Zhang Yumeng slapped his hand directly on the back of his hand like a cat preying, and shouted warily.

She snatched all the materials to her side, did she want to snatch them and let Lin Weiwei make them?

Don't even think about it, she won't let go of such a great opportunity.

"Some of the ingredients are missing, we need to make another cake." Ji Mingyou explained blankly, and said in a deep voice, "I'll let you try it, don't be surprised."

"I was too anxious and lost my composure accidentally." Zhang Yumeng pushed the material out with a smile, glaring resentfully, not wanting to appear too eager for success.

She took the materials and walked to the shelf, compared them carefully, and checked the names of the materials one by one with her beautiful eyes.

Strange, she clearly remembered the follow-up materials.

The director scratched his head when he saw the change, he didn't mention changing the dessert.

"Forget it, either there is a backstage or it's hard to convince. As long as the ratings go up, let them go." He patted his thigh helplessly, and stared at the camera again.

Lin Weiwei, who was standing aside, curled her lips, and slowly stood in front of the cabinet behind her. She was not the only one who could hide.

Zhang Yumeng turned her head to look, and happened to see Lin Weiwei's small movements, her eyes flashed, and she guessed right, she was hidden by someone.

"Could it be here?" She covered her mouth with a smile, walked to the cabinet, and arrogantly gouged out her eyes.

"Didn't the material be prepared early in the morning? How could it be here?" Lin Weiwei stood on the spot with his hands behind his back, looked aside as if guilty, and said with a smile.

Ji Mingyou's expression changed, he was worried that the matter would be exposed, so he hurried forward.

As soon as he walked to the cabinet, Zhang Yumeng showed a smug expression on his face, and couldn't help but bent over to look, and exclaimed in surprise: "Why not?"

"It's said that there is no, you just don't believe it, prepare the latest materials." Lin Weiwei sneered as if mocking her stupidity, and leisurely picked up the materials and introduced them.

She wouldn't be relieved if she didn't lie to Zhang Yumeng.

"I'll help you." Ji Mingyou's deep eyes flashed a light, knowing that the actions just now would make Zhang Yumeng believe even more, and he was curious about where the disappeared materials would be hidden.

Walking to the shelf, he watched Lin Weiwei secretly take out the materials for the vial with bright eyes: "Put it here with you, and you must keep these materials to death."

Lin Weiwei hid his things anxiously, with sweat dripping from the tip of his nose, he joked, "If Zhang Yumeng searches you, he will call you molested."

As soon as the pocket sank, Ji Mingyou had deep eyes, frowned displeased, and said in a deep voice: "Just say that I am your person?"

As soon as Lin Weiwei looked up, he bumped into his unfathomable eyes, his heart trembled, and he hurriedly picked up the materials and walked away.

She took a deep breath, and after her face was no longer hot, she murmured: "What, this guy said that on purpose."

"Damn it, you did it on purpose." Zhang Yumeng realized that she was being teased, and she immediately became angry, her brows furrowed, and the anger in her eyes seemed to burn the person in front of her to ashes.

With high spirits, she hurried to the table, saw Lin Weiwei approaching, and stretched out her feet.

Lin Weiwei stopped with his feet, his eyes blurred, and he grabbed something beside him to avoid falling to the ground.

"Ah, it hurts!" As she stood still, there was a cry of pain. Lin Weiwei took a look, let go of the hair in his hand, and stood by the table.

Looking at the untucked feet, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, and said lightly: "Fortunately, I caught your hair so I didn't fall."

"But your feet should be accepted." She said, her eyes turned cold, she stepped on Zhang Yumeng's feet, and reminded sharply.

These little tricks are really endless, and her tolerance is also limited.

Zhang Yumeng was rubbing her hair, feeling that her entire scalp was about to fall off. The pain in her feet made her stare viciously, full of unwillingness: "You dare to pull my hair..." 

"I accidentally caught it under the imbalance. As for this is to remind you, it's not good to be too obvious." Lin Weiwei's eyes were cold, and he immediately interrupted the words. After exerting force on his toes, he calmly retracted it, mocking her for being too obvious. .

"You dare to touch me? Tell you, if you bully me on the show, you will regret it?" Zhang Yumeng was surrounded by anger, staring at her furiously, leaning over and getting closer, words came out of her teeth.

Her eyes widened, her chest heaved violently, and she took off her disguise to reveal her true mood.

The director sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly clapped his hands to indicate that this was in the recording of a program.

The barrage flashed again: "Just now, I felt that something was wrong between the two of you, and one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers."

"This guest is a bit overwhelming, who is willing to fall on it?"

"Wait and see." Zhang Yumeng restrained herself, a faint light flashed in her eyes, she would not give her good fruit to eat.

Lin Weiwei shrugged his shoulders, with an indifferent face, and put all the ingredients on the table.

By the way, she plugged in the blender, checked it and then quietly adjusted the speed to the maximum.

"It's up to you, don't make a fool of yourself." When she passed by Zhang Yumeng's side, she said quietly, like a breeze after a light rain, carrying a hint of coolness.

Zhang Yumeng didn't take it seriously, thinking it was a trivial matter, she picked up the flour casually and was stunned: "How much should I add if I change the dessert?"

"Dead sweet..." She shouted arrogantly as usual, and changed her words when she realized something was wrong, "Shop manager, how much do you need to add?"

Ji Mingyou was concentrating on making bread, rolled his eyes indifferently, disdain flashed across his face with sharp water chestnut angles, and his sexy thin lips parted slightly: "Appropriate amount."

"Aren't you all ready? There's not much difference."