Succubus just want to cook

"I refuse." Japixiu sat on the sofa, his ears drooping in displeasure, "Do you know how old I am? I still want to play your son on TV."

"It doesn't matter how old you are, anyway, you don't look ten years old now." Han Bo squatted in front of him, analyzing objectively.

Japixiu still looked unhappy.

"If you go, I will provide you with hair." Han Bo tempted.

"You should have provided me with hair." Jia Pixiu protested, "This is an agreement to replace Pixiu's property resources."

"Didn't you sign the contract?" Han Bo spread his hands, "I won't help you if you don't go."

"Then I'll come in with a knife in the middle of the night, shave your hair and take you away." Japixiu said calmly.

"The plucked hair becomes disposable, right? Are you sure it's enough?" Han Bo retorted with a smirk.

Japixiu's ears trembled slightly.

"Then when you run out and want to come back for more, you will find that my hair hasn't grown out yet." Han Bo shrugged and said, "Smart Pixiu patriarch, you won't do such stupid things as killing chickens to get eggs."

The "chicken" in front of him flaunted his power and bullied the devil with his "eggs", Jia Pixiu's furry ears trembled again, and drooped limply.

Although the animal ears have betrayed his thoughts, Giapixiu's expression is still stubborn, like an aggrieved child who quarrels with his parents because of toys in a department store.

Han Bo is well aware of the importance of giving a sweet date with a slap, so he stepped forward a bit, and said in a persuasive way: "This show is actually half a show about eating, and now I am the image ambassador of Pixiu Catering. Do a good job during the show, don't you give Pixiu Food and Beverage a wave of promotion for free?"

Giapixiu's ears perked up quietly.

Pixiu Catering is in its infancy and lacks exposure and publicity. If Han Bo can promote it well on the show, it will be an indispensable opportunity for Pixiu Catering.

In front of him, the young patriarch Pixiu’s animal ears were standing up, and the hamster’s tail was still twitching on the sofa and making a “cracking” sound. Han Bo knew that Jia Pixiu was tempted, so he smiled, pinched his cheek, and said with a final word: “Next Monday morning Start recording, record for two days, our patriarch must remember to spare time."

Although Jia Pixiu only returned to the company for one day, he handled the mountainous affairs with extremely high efficiency.

A few days before the recording, he held Han Bo's head and sucked hard again, briefly regained his adult form, and then went to the company to explain the direction of the expected affairs in the future.

Just when Zhu Li had tears in his eyes and watched his family head and president handle the messy business affairs in an orderly manner, he was moved that everything was finally back on track... Jia Pixiu patted him on the shoulder and said simply: "I will continue to trouble you from now on." ,"

Zhu Li: "?"

Alarm bells rang in Zhu Li's heart, and this kind of farewell declaration similar to resignation or death made his heart hang in the air.

When the boss left, all the work fell on him.

"Are you going to resign?" His voice trembled, "Don't... Boss, you are the most treacherous or not the best businessman I have ever seen. Those perverts of the Protoss who don't eat or drink are not good at squeezing employees. Your negotiation and The decision-making ability is even more unique, I have never seen a Pixiu who would adopt such a slanted decision-making method. The most outrageous thing is that they are all effective..."

Japixiu: ...

"Is this a compliment to me?" Japixiu wondered, "What are you trying to say?"

"Boss, you must not leave, the Pixiu clan will be finished if you leave, and those old men in the group will not let me go, Wuwu..." Zhu Li burst into tears.

"..." Jia Pixiu was speechless, "I don't want to leave, I have something to rest for a few days."

"Rest?" Zhu Li put away his tears, with an expression of astonishment as if the sun was rising from the west, but he was a professional assistant after all, and he quickly returned to his post: "Do you need me to recommend some travel plans for you?"

"No, I have an arrangement to attend a show."

"What program."

""Where is Dad going to eat?""

"When did you have a child? You are going to be on a parent-child show." Zhu Li was taken aback. He opened the tablet and recorded, "I will contact the planning team to formulate a plan. Patriarch Pixiu must show maturity in the show." A responsible father image..."

"No need." Japixiu said calmly, "I am my son."

"..."

Jia Pixiu walked out of the company with his head held high under Zhu Li's inexplicable gaze, and suddenly found that it was not without benefits to hang out with Han Bo too much.At least he's used to ignoring other demon's eyes when he does strange things, and he doesn't feel ashamed at all.

Jia Pixiu proudly thought that he had become a teacher, but he still didn't expect that the growth of his own face was far behind Han Bo's embarrassing speed.

"Ancestor, how long do you have to eat?" The owner of the dessert shop stood in front of the table with a broken face.

He stood in front of the round table by the window, glaring at the children and young demons sitting opposite each other at the table.The child was holding a small bucket of ice cream and eating it elegantly by the scoop, while the leftover wrappers, cardboard shells, and cardboards of desserts were piled up like a mountain in front of the table of the young succubus with blond hair.

These two are undoubtedly Han Bo and Jia Pixiu in his childhood form. They are recording "Where Are We Going, Dad?"

The follow-up VJ on the side was driving the camera, hiccupping.

Han Bo eats - just looking at it makes one feel exhausted.

Before Han Bo joined the program, the program team did an investigation and found out that there was a contestant with a bottomless stomach.

Considering the meager funds, it is naturally impossible for the program crew to allow this old man to eat up the entire budget alone, so they are extraordinarily thoughtful in choosing spots—all of them are cafeterias.

The dessert shop where Han Bo is currently located, five gold coins to enter, all you can eat and drink, no waste, no take away.

The entrance ticket to the dessert shop priced at five gold coins is a bit extravagant for ordinary monsters, but for Han Bo, the heartbroken one has become the owner of the dessert shop.

The slender and small succubus walked into the dessert shop, the owner's eyes lit up, and he thought that he was an internet celebrity who came to check in, and he let himself earn a fortune...

Not long after being happy, the boss saw that the succubus easily stuffed twenty or thirty small cakes, forty or fifty donuts, and seven or eight dozen meat floss buns into his mouth.

Not much, only fifty gold coins.

The photographer drove the video camera to take pictures, and the boss was reluctant to drive the devil out, for fear of leaving a bad impression on customers of "the big shop bullying customers".

However, if Han Bo is allowed to eat like this, no matter how big the store is, it will be eaten up.

"Guests... We don't have many ingredients here. If you continue to eat, you will have to eat up the estimated amount of stock for the day." The store manager laughed along with him, "Well, I'll send another mousse for the children to take home as dessert , How many more stores do you go to compare the taste?"

"This is the last family of yours." Han Bo said without raising his head, "I went to four houses before, and I have no other plans in the future."

The owner of the dessert shop turned pale.

Is this still the stomach capacity after eating four meals? If you come here on an empty stomach, the foundation of your own store may be eaten away.

Probably the boss's face was too pale, which aroused the sympathy of Jia Pixiu, who is also an entrepreneur. He put down the bucket of ice cream that could not be scooped up: "Eat well, let's go, I'm a little tired."

"Hey." The store manager saw that the reinforcements were coming, and hurriedly increased his firepower, "Dad, my son is tired, so I have to go back and rest."

Japixiu: "..."

I don't know why he suddenly wanted to sit here and not move.

Let the little succubus kill this shop.

"Okay." Han Bo suppressed a smile, wiped his mouth with a tissue, stood up and waved his hands boldly, "Let's go son, Dad will take you back."

Giapixiu sat motionless in his seat, the corners of his mouth twitched indifferently.

Han Bo looked down at him, and gently tugged at the blond hair with no expression on his face.

Being controlled by others, Giapixiu stood up aggrievedly, and raised his hand to hold the succubus' slender fingers.

Shocked, the photographer hurriedly stood up straight, set up the machine to take a picture of the warmth of "big hands holding small hands".

Young dads give up eating and clothing dessert shops for their children.

What a touching father-son relationship!

Record it, must record it!

The photographer hiccupped and thought with relief.

There was still a filming plan on the second day, and Han Bo took Jia Pixiu to check into the hotel provided by the program group.

"I'm seriously considering whether to let you terminate the contract with the company." As soon as Jia Bixiu returned to the room, he complained with a dark face, "I went to those stores today, and I may have to hang 'Han Bo and dogs are not allowed in' at the door." ' is."

"If you don't have the consciousness of being eaten and bankrupt, why don't you make a buffet." Han Bo disdainfully said, "And the Pixiu industry is more profitable, isn't it? A food blogger who can't be satisfied with a buffet has settled down in Pixiu Restaurant. Doesn't this just prove that Pixiu's restaurant is very good?"

As soon as Giapixie followed his train of thought, he had to admit that he was quite right.

"If you don't want to be a food and TV anchor in the future, you can come to our company's promotional post. Pixiu Industry is short of talents who can deceive like you."

"It's hurting me again." Han Bo pretended to be wronged, "I just praised you, and it's not good to repay virtue with grudges."

"...What did you praise me for?"

"Only you can satisfy me." The succubus's purple eyes began to irritate again, Han Bo licked the corner of his mouth, tilted his head and said, "Is this not a compliment?"

"..." Jia Pixiu was silent for a moment, then changed the subject in a twisted way, "Can I get today's spiritual power?"

"You make me look like a power bank." Han Bo complained and walked over, squatting down in front of the young patriarch Pixiu.

"What's that?" Giapixiu hugged his neck and asked with his head buried in his hair.

"An indispensable life-sustaining artifact for modern people, a great invention that is as useless as insurance but can turn decay into magic in times of crisis..."

Han Bo muttered.

Japixiu didn't understand what he was saying at all, and while sucking heavily, he thought,

Are all succubi so cranky?

Not only thinking nonsense, but also talking nonsense...

Han Bo's neck was sore from being strangled by him, he moved his head and protested: "Can't you become a hamster, then I just need to put you on the head."

"No." Jia Pixiu refused in a muffled voice.

The influx of spiritual power made him slightly bigger, and he looked like an elementary school student who could travel independently.

Han Bo was about to say something when he heard a loud noise and the door was kicked open.

"Surprise inspection!" A group of program crew broke in noisily, "Let's see how the succubus father and his cross-ethnic son get along in a place where the cameras can't cover?"

Han Bo was slightly startled.

He is a little aware of the conflict between Pixiu and Mammon, and now that Japixiu is willing to come out to record the show, he has already taken many risks of being discovered and threatened by Mammon.

Japixiu also told him that Mammon may know the existence of the "Supreme Gold Treasure".

Does Namamen know that his hair is the supreme gold treasure, and Patriarch Pixiu can absorb spiritual power by touching his hair...

I don't know whether it will be, but after watching the program, I can guess one or two...

After all, the appearance of Giapixiu holding his head like a cat holding a ball of catnip, is really suspicious.

As the spokesperson of Pixiu Industry, Han Bo felt that he should provide some protection for the temporary ATM machine.

His brain started to run fast, thinking about how to round out this "child taking drugs" scene...

The program crew had already turned the corner, and the camera was aimed at the two of them.

Before Han Bo could figure out the result, he saw Jia Pixiu let go of himself, stroked his blond hair very naturally, wrinkled his nose and said.

"Father, you really should wash your hair, it's oily and smelly."

In the silence, the sound of the TV in the next room came faintly.

"The old man in his eighties was paraplegic at a high position. He adopted his son and never left him. He ate and drank Lazard and experienced it himself..."