Chapter 112： (1/2)

Fortunately, He An didn't hear it, picked up a plastic plate, and went straight to the pastry cabinet to clip the butterfly cake.

With the lesson from the previous car, Zheng Feiyu was afraid that He An would leave the impression that he was in the West Point House “拈花惹草 草”, and immediately ended the cold treatment. When he met Omega again, he answered three words: "Married."

Omegas were suspicious, and went to the store staff to check the truth.

The shop assistants also raced one by one, answering, "Do you know why this shop is called" Redberry West Point House "? Because the manager's daughter likes red strawberries."

Alpha, who is nearly one meter tall, has a cute red strawberry sewn on the apron pocket. This kind of strong temperament contradiction can only be explained by relatives. Omegas saw that Zheng Feiyu had a family and children, and was hopeless. The enthusiasm finally faded away, and the bar counter was cleaned up.

However, this is not the only trouble.

Because of his outstanding appearance, Zheng Feiyu has always been the most well-known among Alpha entrepreneurs.

When he came to Luoyang Town, he no longer combed his head and turned his head away, and did not use his real name. Even so, he was occasionally recognized. Fortunately, the identity of the "married barista in a small town" and the "former president of Jiu Sheng Single" are too different. Even if they are similar in appearance, most people are afraid to make a conclusion and often feel that they think too much.

The first to recognize him was an intern reporter at a food magazine.

The young reporter has great enthusiasm for the work. He came to the Redberry West Point House for an interview. He first took a lot of photos “Kazukaka”, including windowsills, tables and chairs, decorative plants, hand-painted menus and specialty cakes. Holding David, he talked forty minutes in crappy English. Near the end, she was holding her cell phone, and she walked to the bar excitedly again, shaking her throat and asking Zheng Feiyu: "You ... Are you Mr. Zheng, Jiusheng?"

That excitement looked as if to say: I want to make a big news!

Zheng Fei sank and gave her a stern look: "It shouldn't be written, don't write it randomly."

The little reporter was frightened, and the mobile phone almost hit the ground.

"No scribbles, first, no scribbles ..." She nodded, raising her hand firmly.

What Zheng Feiyu didn't know was that when the little reporter went back, he wrote a food report about Redberry West Point House, and kept his promise, hiding his true identity. This one-page report will help him a lot in the future.

At the end of March, the day grows longer, the cicadas crow, and the ducklings at the bottom of the bridge grow into fat plump ducks.

Summer is here in Luojing.

The small towns in the south have low latitudes. In the early summer, when Yuanjiang is still waiting in the north to pick up in early spring, the peony in Luojing Town has already been opened.

Where there is plenty of sunshine and rain, weeds tend to spread. Dai Xiao was busy weeding during the day, and Lily of the Valley wore small pants and squatted beside the flowerbed, wearing a straw hat, holding a thin branch in his hand, and fiddled with the mellow watermelon bug in the grass to play as a ball.