Chapter 1789 Turkey Jazz Dance Detonates Candy Festival [Change]

   Chapter 1772 Hot Turkey

  The peacock opened its screen, two turkeys tied with beautiful feathers on their butts, swayed their fat butts, jumped onto the stage, made cooing noises, and danced.

   "Nima, this is jazz dance, is there a mistake?"

   "It's so funny, look at how big a fat **** is."

   "It's really interesting. I didn't expect that this year's Candy Festival would invite Hank's Farm to perform. Ten dollars is so worth it."

   "It's too late, I'm going to buy a ticket."

The   Candy Association ticket office suddenly increased by hundreds of people, and the number is still increasing. "What's the matter, why so many people come here, if something happens, I won't refund the ticket."

   The girl who sold the ticket was so frightened that she almost called for help. "Miss, give me a ticket to the Ten Chapter Candy Festival."

   "Sir, are you sure it's ten?" The girl was stunned, holding the phone, trembling slightly.

   "Martha, talk, what happened?" There was a burst of anxious voices from the phone.

   "It's okay, Dad, I'm going to work." Martha hung up the phone. "Sir, is it ten?"

   "Yes, it's a hundred dollars, hurry up."

   "Okay." Masha, apply immediately, ten tickets are sold, Masha is in a good mood, these days, there are few such generous.

   "Miss, give me five tickets."

   "Five?" Martha was stunned for a moment, that's not bad.

   "Ten."

   "Fifteen?"

  Masha was dumbfounded. What happened, Masha was a little flustered, too much.

   After a while, more than 200 admission tickets were sold. What happened? "Martha, what happened?"

   "Dad, why are you here?" Masha was stunned.

  It was none other than the president of the Billings Candy Festival Association, Martha's father, Carol.

   "Martha, what happened, why are there so many people?" Carol, surprised.

  There are so many queues in front of the gate to buy tickets, which was a grand event a few years ago.

   "Dad, it's incredible, I just sold 230 tickets, God, I can't believe it." Martha, said. "Miss, I want five tickets."

   "Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

   said, Martha said to Carol. "Dad, I have to work, can we talk later?"

   "Okay, damn, what the **** is going on?" Carol immediately took the side phone. "I'm Carol, dammit, what happened to Candy Street, dammit, how many people bought tickets."

   "President, God, you would never have imagined that the Hank Candy Factory was bought by Han from Hank Farm. He brought a little black bear, a little monkey, and two turkeys from Hank Farm."

   "Two turkeys?"

   "Yes, two turkeys who can jazz dance."

   "You're kidding, it's not funny at all," Carol said.

   "No no, it's true."

  Carol, why don't you believe it. "Damn bastard, trick me Carol first."

  Carroll planned to see it in person. At this time, on the stage, the turkey jazz dance attracted the onlookers, candy factory owners and employees, screaming.

  The audience under the entire stage followed the two turkeys and danced jazz.

   "Oh, Han, when did Xiaohuo and Dahuo learn to jazz dance." Natalie, trembling with excitement. "Hahaha, that's great."

   "Hehe, last time you said you were going to bake them for Thanksgiving, Dudu was horrified." Li Han said with a smile. "It's not every day to supervise the big fire and the small fire with a small leather whip, practice."

   "Hahaha, it really is my credit." Natalie looked proud.

  Alta couldn't see anyone anymore, covered her face, Jennifer and Lingna were all amused, Li Han rolled his eyes silently, Natalie was evolving towards Dudu.

   "Han, let's go dancing too." Natalie said with a smile.

   "Forget it, forget it, I can't jump." Li Han waved his hand.

   "Han, let's dance together." Jennifer said with a smile.

  Li Han paused and smiled. "OK."

   "Hey, uncle is here."

  Baby Lala Dudu, Dudu blinked big eyes, saw Dad dancing along, the villain pulled the baby sister and jumped onto the stage. "Dudu also wants to dance."

  The whole stage became a joyous dance, and everyone learned to dance jazz with turkeys.

   "God, God, this is true."

  Carol, yelling a little incoherently.

The   dudu villain is dancing and scattering candy, and everyone laughed and took the candy and stuffed it into their mouths. "It tastes great."

   "Yeah, I didn't expect that Hank Candy Factory not only performed well, but the candy master was delicious."

   "I heard that the bear candies from Hank's Candy Factory cost more than $100,000 a month."

   "Really, it's so popular, I'll eat a few more in a while, and go back and buy some to take home."

   "I thought so too."

  Marianne and Dorothy, two little people picking up a bag of candy. "Mom, mom, you eat." Dorothy peeled off the candy bear and handed it to Lola. "It's delicious."

  Lola took it with a smile. Lola made candy but was unemployed. "Hey, the taste is really good." Laura, her eyes lit up, maybe she could apply for a job in this candy factory.

   There is definitely no shortage of candies that taste so good, and looking at the scene, Hank Candy Factory is going to become famous. "Why, Sister Marianne, Sister Dorothy, here you are."

The   dudu villain found Marianne and Dorothy, waved his little hand, and said hello.

   "pandora."

   "Get dressed quickly." Dudu, ran into the stage and took out two sets of candy clothes.

   "Wow, so pretty." Dorothy, take it and put it on.

   "It's so cute." Dudu smiled and touched Dorothy. In fact, the villain is a few months older than Dorothy at most.

"whee."

   "It's a candy basket."

  Doo handed the candy basket to Marianne and Dorothy. "Eat whatever you want, and give it to others to eat."

   "Mmmm." Dorothy nodded happily and ran to her mother with the basket. "Mom, send you."

  Lola froze and smiled. "Dorothy, you're working now, you know?"

"Oh."

  Dorothy, after thinking about it, nodded, carried the basket, ran to the children, and invited everyone to eat candy.

   "Auntie, pandora invites you to eat." Dudu ran over and grabbed a large handful of candy bears and handed it to Lola.

   "Thank you." Laura was stunned for a moment, then took over with a smile.

  The turkey jazz dance ended, everyone laughed and peeled off the candy to taste the delicious bear candy.

   "It tastes good," Herman said.

"Audience friends, just two turkeys brought you a shocking jazz dance. Hank Candy Factory not only performed beautifully, but the bear candy series tasted great. This is the best candy I have eaten. ' Herman laughed.

  Myers, paused for a while, and won't be filming and waiting for the filming to end. "Herman, why are you advertising Hank's Candy Factory, is that okay?"

   "Myers, you should try it, it tastes really good." Herman said with a smile.

   "Is it really good?" Miles, a little puzzled, took it and tasted it. "Hey, it's really good."

"I didn't expect that, Han, he is really a great guy. Not only is the farm well managed, but the birth of Hank's cattle shocked the entire agricultural and animal husbandry industry in Montana. Hank's farm tourism is far ahead of any tourism farm in Montana, and now it's a candy It tastes better than others," Miles said. "Is this guy God's favorite?"

   "Hehe, maybe." Herman said with a smile. "This video was broadcast to the TV station, and I think it will definitely cause a sensation."

   "That's right," Miles said with a smile.

  Billings TV, Jonathan saw the big fire and the small fire dance on the screen, and immediately made a decision to start a special report. "Hahaha, the turkey jazz dance, it's so interesting."

   Sure enough, the turkey jazz dance and the open screen dance immediately caused a heated discussion, and many Billings residents called the TV station and the Candy Association one after another.

  Masha, stared blankly, dumbfounded as the stacks of admission tickets were sold out. "No, why is it gone?"

   "Martha, are you crazy, that's 600 tickets, all sold out?" Mrs. Oldman, who was in charge of the admission ticket, screamed.

   "Yes, Mrs Oldman, now I need five hundred, no, even a thousand," said Martha.

   Mrs. Oldman said she didn't believe it, knowing that Martha called Carroll, and Carroll called Mrs. Oldman herself. "It's true, God, what happened, did God descend on Candy Street."

   "God didn't come, but a savior." Carol said excitedly. "Fantastic, it's going to be an exciting candy festival."

  Carol, very excited, Hank Candy Factory, I like it, Carol thinks, this Chinese boy is much cuter than Whitebeard Ambrose, that guy is out of date.

   That white candy, God, no one likes it anymore. At this moment, Ambrose stared blankly at the group of residents holding their children, walking quickly past the white candy store, without even taking a look at the white candy he actually made.

   "Hey Ambrose, I heard Hank's Farm is coming, is that up front?"

  Ambrose was very happy to see an acquaintance come to say hello, but when he heard the person in front of him actually asked about Hank Farm. "Damn China boy."

   "Bastard, I don't know about Hank's Farm." Ambrose, glaring at the person in front of him.

   "Okay." The man muttered a few times. "What a stubborn old man, Sugar, God, who would want to see it, it's so outdated, and Hank's Farm show is amazing."

   Residents and children passing by talked about the topic of Hank's Farm, and Bear Candy was mentioned several times.

   "Bear candy, **** gummy, it's really sad that someone eats it." Ambrose, finally, couldn't help but be curious, as more and more talk about the bear series of candy produced by Hank Candy Factory.

  Ambrose, lowered his head and took out the bag of candy that pandora gave him from the trash, Ambrose. "How delicious such candy would be, these blinded bastards."

  Ambrose finally gritted his teeth and ate a candy bear. "It's impossible, how can the Chinese make such good candy, **** Shane, it must be him."

   "That's right." Ambrose, ate another. "This kind of candy will only be enjoyed by children."

  Ambrose reassured himself that yes, only little children would love this candy.

   At this time, around the booth of Hank Candy Factory, there were as many as 300 residents and tourists. "little monkey."

   "Little black bear."

   "Wow what a big turkey."

   "The turkey is going to dance again?"

   "Hey, God, this is the hula dance."

   (end of this chapter)