"Well, the juice here is very strong."

At this time, the ice-frying master of this store came out of the back room, and just heard this sentence and said: "My side is the juice that is directly squeezed out, and nothing is awkward!"

The master himself stopped talking and looked at the row of beauties sitting outside the bar in surprise.

Then he turned around, took a big tomato from the food rack next to him, finished eating in two or two, washed his hands, and then turned to the girls again.

The girls on Ma Sha's side have been amused, and the other girls are in a good mood.

Ma Sha silently took down the "flattering and shadowless hand" stunt displayed by this fried ice brother, and planned to use it later.

"Today, is there a girl group coming to the nearby location?" The ice-frying master came to the back of the bar, put on gloves and an anti-sputum cover, and asked while taking out a clean towel to wipe the ice-frying machine.

"No, we are all students and we are going out on the street." Huagushuang ordered a meal at the familiar road, "I want a pair of mango and pineapple stir-fry!"

"Good! Double fight one."

The ice-frying master—maybe he is the store manager—takes out the juice jug from under the bar, and pours the thick juice into the ice-frying machine, and the fruity aroma immediately penetrates Masha’s nose.

Looking at the concentration of the juice and smelling the scent, Masha realized that this might really be a freshly squeezed juice, not a saccharin and flavor tune.

—Sure enough, such honest shops are hidden in the inconspicuous street corners of the old city.

The ice-frying shop manager turned over the juice that had just been poured, and then turned to another machine: "Order one more, by the way, pretty boy, do you want me to get you some snake blood fried ice?"

Ma Sha was shocked: "What is it?"

Chihiro booed happily: "Okay! Just get it for him!"

The head of the fried ice shop gave Chihiro a thumbs up, and then he really bent over to get something

"Wait!" Ma Sha shouted.

—It’s not really there, right?

The chef of fried ice brought out a big bottle of red stuff.

Then he showed a "Yala Nayika" fascinating look at Masha, and shook his eyebrows sexy.

Then he seamlessly switched into a smile full of freedom and anxiety.

The girls couldn't laugh anymore.

Ma Sha: "Wait!"

The shop manager poured the juice into the No. 2 ice frying machine.

Ma Sha breathed a sigh of relief: "This is watermelon juice, right?"

The shop manager smiled and said: "You think he is snake blood, it is. Otherwise, I have Indian oil here, give you the whole point?"

This time it was not only Chihiro, except for the party secretary and the ghosts, the other girls were booing: "True! Give him a drink!"

The secretary of the regiment has no good feelings about screaming, after all, she is usually the role of calling orders in the class.

Guigui and Ma Sha are still unfamiliar.

Except for the ghosts and ghosts, all the girls here love Ma Sha, so it's normal to have fun together.

The shop manager adopted the "public opinion" of the girls and took out a pot from under the counter. The pot actually contained some kind of liquid that was slightly green and looked like Indian oil.

With the experience of watermelon juice, Ma Sha put on an expression of an old god: "You add it, give it to me."

The shop manager poured the contents of the pot into the ice-frying machine.

"Olive oil?" Martha asked.

He followed Ma Zili and ate authentic western food several times, and molecular cuisine made with olive oil. The taste was good, but

"Is it inappropriate to add watermelon juice with olive oil? Or fried ice?"

The shop manager smiled: "Don't worry, my olive oil is a real Turkish import, with first-class quality."

—It’s not the problem!

Ma Sha looked at the watermelon juice and olive oil slowly changing in the ice-frying machine, and the whole person was not very good.

The shop manager ran to the third ice fry machine, so Chihiro ordered coconut fry ice, and then the shop manager took out the Yeshu coconut juice in full view, opened the can and poured it into the ice fry machine.

Chihiro: "No! How much is a can of coconut milk, you also..."

The shop manager took out another pot and poured the authentic coconut milk into the No. 3 ice-frying machine.

"Pour the coconut tree is just for seasoning, don't panic."

Then the store manager showed off his skill at taking care of three machines at the same time. Soon the first wave of fried ice was delivered to everyone, and the store manager started to clean the machines.

Ma Sha stared at the obscure object in front of him.

Chihiro took the lead in booing: "Eat! Eat! Eat!"

Ma Sha took a spoon and put it in his mouth.

—Huh, the taste seems to be okay?

The store manager smiled slightly at Ma Sha: "Unexpectedly? The authentic Turkish olive oil is not greasy to eat directly."

"Well, it tastes good." Ma Sha gave the shopkeeper a thumbs up.

Cai Shi: "I think you are definitely calculating us and want to lie to us to have a taste!"

The other girls all agreed: "Yes! It must be so!"

"The leg mother is so cunning!"

The party secretary took Ma Sha's spoon, dug a spoon into his mouth.

"It's not bad," she said, and then she covered her forehead because of the chill.

Cai Shi: "You wear a pair of pants with him! Help him count us!"

"It seems that you are not the same." The party secretary sneered.

At this time, Chihiro took the spoon and took a bite.

"Yes, it's not bad."

"Huh? Really?" Cai Shi still looked suspicious.