The Two-Faced Venerate Emperor Chapter 133: Selling oneself but not doing business

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"Continue to prepare dishes."

Illusion Qingyan was dumb, "I'm just a cook, can I send a little girl..."

"You don't want to?" The star-like eyes looked at her, very gentle and gentle.

Huan Qingyan wanted to lift the table very much, but of course she didn't want to. She was originally a clerk, but now she is still working as a maid. Isn't she going to have to raise her salary? And is there any work-related compensation for the bag behind her head?

With the most sincere smile on her face, "The little girl is extremely willing. It is a blessing to wait on Master Jimo for eight lifetimes. Son, this is a crab, with very high spirits. He eats high protein tonic, refreshing Nourish qi, a must for home travel, you taste it, if you are not satisfied with it, next time you look forward to improving the taste..."

Jimoya raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, still in short two words, "Peel the shell."

Stripping your sister! You don’t have long hands and feet! Do it yourself if you want to eat it!

But he picked up a big crab numbly in his hand, "Okay, son, wait a moment, the skill of peeling crabs with a face is a unique skill, and the peeling is fast and good for storage..."

After peeling the crabs, this time Huan Qingyan has learned so well. I won’t pick up crabs for him anymore. I will give him some vegetables...

Jimoya first served what kind of dishes to eat, but then gradually realized that Huan Qingyan was trying to put down the bowl of chopsticks and looked at the fish not far away.

Huan Qingyan couldn't, so she had to get him a piece of fish.

Sure enough, the uncle took it for granted, "Go thorn."

Huan Qingyan wanted to make a case. De-stabing fish is more difficult than peeling crabs. She didn't have such a professional de-shirring tool at hand. She was going to leave her with her sleeves! Don't stop her from anyone!

"Okay, son. But it's a bit troublesome to remove the fishbone, son can eat something else by himself... It will be fine soon."

Jimo Ya Yiyan first eats other dishes.

However, his gaze still casts his gaze on the phantom from time to time, as if supervising her whether she is working hard.

Huan Qingyan's heart is broken. This job of holding thighs is really not good, and it has exceeded her expected difficulty range. She thought that she would give her thighs every day, and the thighs would treat her. Impressions have risen sharply.

But in fact, the road ahead is long and the task is arduous.

She is not only a cook, but also a maid, oh oh oh, she is determined to sell herself and not to sell crafts!

Puff, there seems to be something wrong with this sentence...

As soon as her mind was rippling, a fishbone pierced her delicate white fingers.

A drop of blood came out.

The bloodshot was immersed in the fish that had almost been picked, and Huan Qingyan raised his eyes, and saw Jimo Ya's expression cold, with an unpleasant color between his brows and eyes, staring at the contaminated fish.

Here again!

That's the inexplicable sense of vigilance!

Huan Qingyan's heart is jumping, oh ma! Why, as soon as his face sinks, she instinctively has an illusion of wanting to escape?

Huan Qingyan said with a dry smile, "Master Jimo, I will pick another piece for you, it will be fine soon..."

I heard Jimo Ya said, "Come here."

Huh? Does he still want to eat **** fish?

It's not like such a nonchalant person!

Handed it over.

Jimoya's mouth moved, "Your hand."

My hand? What do you want my hand for? Is it impolite? Is it true that the lone man and widow here is sure to assault her?

It's not easy these days! To be a food master is also subject to the unspoken rules of the master...