I write novels in Liyue

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After watching the scenery from the window for a while, Fang Qiu washed up, finished his breakfast, and changed his clothes.

After finishing these preparations, Fang Qiu lay on the bouncing bomb, quietly waiting for Bai Qing to come to the door.

While waiting, Fang Qiu raised his hand slightly, and a long sword exuding a cold air came out.

"I don't know if I can deal with a giant Qiuqiu alone now, or why not go to the wild with Walnut every two days?"

Fang Qiu said to himself, "Forget it, it's too dangerous."

She nestled in the bouncing bomb, continuously condensing the ice sword, and then scattered the ice sword.

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Is Fang Qiu here?"

It was Bai Qing's voice.

Hearing this sound, Fang Qiu immediately got up to open the door, but when the bouncing bomb came out, he shivered from the cold.

So cold.

After hugging his chest and rubbing his arms, Fang Qiu walked to the door and opened it.

Bai Qing, holding a stack of thick documents in one hand, was standing behind the door a little tiredly.

"Sister Bai, good morning."

Fang Qiu smiled lightly and said.

"good morning."

Bai Qing also smiled and said.

"Come in and sit."

Fang Qiu smiled and said.

"Ah."

Bai Qing nodded and followed Fang Qiu into the house.

Fang Qiu was about to take out the cakes he bought yesterday to treat Bai Qing, so Bai Qing took out a delicate paper box that could be carried by hand and put it on the desk.

"Come on, here's a snack I brought you by the way."

Bai Qing said with a smile.

"be careful?"

Fang Qiu was slightly taken aback, and opened the carton to see that there were cakes from the pastry shop run by the Mond people lying quietly inside.

Unexpectedly, the dim sum shop in Mond launched a take-out service so soon.

Use cardboard boxes instead of plastic bags.

Although the cost is slightly higher.

However, today's young people are very busy at work, and it is dark when they go home after get off work and eat.

Compared with spending time eating in the store, takeaway service is obviously more popular with office workers.

And, most importantly, there is no need to queue.

"How is it? Do you still like it?"

Bai Qing smiled and said: "I know you like dim sum. After hearing about this store, I deliberately took a long way to buy it for you. This is the new flavor that the store launched today. Try it, try it." Let's talk business after we're done."

Chapter 120 Five, You Make a Letter

"Well, thank you, Miss Bai."

Fang Qiu smiled and nodded, at the same time, she turned her eyes to the cake lying quietly in the box.

The cake is covered with a light lavender jam that complements the milky cream.

Fruity and creamy sweetness fills the air.

It is indeed a new taste.

Unexpectedly, within a few days of not being there, the Mond store developed a take-out service, and also introduced a new flavor of cake along the way.

Fang Qiu couldn't help being a little surprised by this.

"It's a pity that the drinks in that store can't be taken away, otherwise I'll bring you one."

Bai Qing sighed regretfully and said.

"It's all right, I'm already very happy to have some snacks."

Fang Qiu smiled, picked up a fork and gently cut off a piece. After cutting it, Fang Qiu was pleasantly surprised to find that the cake had improved.

This cake is actually the same as the cake in the previous life, it is layered.

The middle layer is cream wrapped in pulp.

Fang Qiu's tender lips parted slightly, and he put the cake into his mouth.

A sweet and greasy feeling dissipated in the mouth immediately.

"what about the taste?"

Bai Qing asked.

"It's delicious, I like it very much."

Fang Qiu nodded slightly, smiled, and said.

"It's good if it's delicious. When I bought it, I was still hesitating, fearing that you might not be used to Mond's dim sum."

Bai Qing said with a smile.

The cake that Bai Qing brought her was not big, and Fang Qiu quickly swept it away. After eating, Fang Qiu was still a little bit unsatisfied.

After all, Fang Qiu only had some snacks for breakfast.

"If you eat too much of this kind of cake, you will get tired of it. Some time ago, when I went to eat with my seniors, one of my seniors ate too much in one go, and she got sick. Fortunately, she held back and didn't spit it out. Her second Tianlai complained to us, saying that she had been vomiting after returning home, and her husband thought she was pregnant. When she came home from get off work the next day, she found that all three aunts and six aunts had come to care for her, and her mother-in-law was even more I personally made chicken soup for her, and she sat on the chair for half an hour, hesitating how to explain that she just ate too much cake and felt sick, and she was not pregnant..."

When talking about this, Bai Qing couldn't help laughing while covering his mouth.

After listening, Fang Qiu couldn't help but smiled slightly.

It is indeed a problem to eat too much cake and get tired.

Even in the previous life when the industrial technology was extremely developed, few pastry chefs could solve it.

Some time ago, Xiangling solved it, but it was a pity that mixed wine was added to the cream.

If she didn't get drunk when she got drunk, she could eat cakes as a meal.

I don't know how Xiangling has improved.

After chatting for a while, Bai Qing coughed and said, "Okay, let's get back to business."

While speaking, she took three sales reports from the file and handed them to Fang Qiu.

"Ah."

Fang Qiu nodded, and took the sales report from Bai Qing.

"The first one is the sales data of your first two books in Liyue, the second one is the sales data of your "Sword" including the first volume and the subsequent volumes in this week, and the last one is the sales data of your book in Daozuma. Please take a look at the sales list."

Bai Qing smiled mysteriously and said.

Fang Qiu first opened the first copy.

Well, growth is pretty normal.

During this period of time, the two books sold a total of more than 1 copies.

However, not much.

Converted to previous life web articles, it is two books, an average of five thousand more.

20 copies, [-] yuan per copy.

That is 20 moras.

After the transaction tax, it is estimated that there are about [-] moras left.

Unexpectedly, after writing these two books for so long, there is still an income of [-] moras.

Fang Qiu nodded in satisfaction, and opened the second sales report.

Tens of millions.