On the first day of the National Day live broadcast, I was fired from a company that worships foreigners.
The boss ridiculed: "Mooncakes? These earth-shattering things are also worthy of our high-end live broadcast?"
I activated the [National Soul Gourmet System] with my backhand and started a free live broadcast in front of my shabby store.
A lotus paste mooncake brought tears to the eyes of passing veterans, who saluted the national flag and made the entire network burst into tears during the live broadcast!
A piece of five-nut mooncake finally vindicated the name of a controversial classic. Heizi knelt down on the spot and shouted, "It tastes really good!"
My former boss scolded me for hype, the international pastry master laughed at me as a country boy, and the capital giants wanted to strangle me.
But they soon stopped laughing.
The mooncakes I make can rekindle the hope of anorexic patients, inspire scientists, and are even listed as... Special offerings by the country's mysterious department!
At the International Food Festival, I served the "Kowloon Panyue". After tasting it, three Michelin three-star chefs collectively bowed and admitted defeat: "What we present is history, what he presents is the soul of civilization!"
When the United Nations extended an invitation to me, and when I opened a branch in Paris and New York, my former boss knelt outside the store and begged me for forgiveness.
I smiled calmly at the global live broadcast camera:
"Now, who dares to say that my mooncakes are dirt?"
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