Chapter 657 Mr. Mo...are You Sure You Want to Eat?

Qiao Mianmian picked up a boiled egg and took a bite, then replied: Snail noodles, super delicious.

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On the other side.

Mo Yesi, who was still waiting for Wei Zheng to bring back the takeaway, saw the message sent by Qiao Mianmian, and the next second, he called Wei Zheng.

"Hello, Mr. Mo."

"The previous takeaway is cancelled, you go buy a bowl of snail noodles now, I'm going to eat snail noodles for lunch today."

My wife said it was super delicious, it must be delicious.

On the phone, I don't know if Wei Zheng didn't hear what he said clearly, or was surprised, and didn't say anything for a long time.

Just when Mo Yesi's patience was about to run out, Wei Zheng's trembling voice rang again: "Mr. Mo, you just said that you want to eat snail noodles?"

"Is there a problem? Don't tell me you can't buy it." Mo Yesi's voice sank, showing obvious displeasure.

"Of course not." Wei Zheng replied immediately, "It's just that, Mr. Mo, are you sure you want to eat snail noodles? Do you know what it is?"

"Why?"

"It's just that the taste of that thing may be a bit strange. If you haven't eaten it, I'm worried... you won't be used to it. Moreover, it will make your office permeate with a very strange smell for a long time. Mr. Mo... are you really sure you want to eat it?"

Half an hour later.

Wei Zheng came back with a bag of snail noodles.

He knocked on the office door, and after getting permission, he pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as he walked in, he saw his Mr. Mo holding a mobile phone, staring at the screen very attentively.

At first glance... he was chatting with someone.

As for who the person he was chatting with, he could guess it with his toes.

Moreover, he guessed that Mr. Mo was so abnormal today and asked to eat snail noodles, which was probably related to the person he was chatting with.

He has been with Mr. Mo for several years.

He has never seen Mr. Mo eat snail noodles.

His boss Mo probably doesn't even know what snail noodles are.

He is working hard to keep up with his wife.

He thinks that if one day Boss Mo asks him to buy stinky tofu fried skewers or something, he shouldn't be... too surprised.

"Boss Mo, this is the snail noodles you asked for."

Wei Zheng took out the box and put it on the desk. Before leaving, he glanced at the box of snail noodles on the desk, with a look of hesitation on his face.

Should he... remind Boss Mo again?

As a qualified and competent assistant, he thinks he should remind him again.

Mo Yesi looked up at him: "Just say whatever you want to say."

"Um, Boss Mo..." Wei Zheng pointed to the box on the table and said in a more euphemistic way, "The moment the box is opened, you may smell a strange smell. I think... why don't you..."

"Get out."

Before he could finish, Mo Yesi coldly ordered him to leave.

Wei Zheng: "..."

"Okay, Mr. Mo, I'll leave first. Tell me if you have anything else to say."

Before Wei Zheng left, he silently glanced at the well-sealed box of snail noodles on the table.

He imagined what Mr. Mo's expression would be when he opened the box.

He had eaten snail noodles before.

It tasted good, quite delicious.

But the smell was particularly strong.

Last time he cooked a bag of it at home, and then the neighbor next door knocked on his door and asked if his toilet had exploded.

What's worse is that the smell lingered for a long time, and it didn't disappear until the next day.

Wei Zheng originally thought that Mr. Mo would definitely not be used to it.

He would definitely not be used to the smell.

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