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If he wants to continue to listen to her, he will continue to pretend

"Oh..." Lin Xiaoqing finally can't help but push him away. His tongue has reached the root of her tongue. She can't help it after several times.

"Lin Xiaoqing, what are you doing? Vomiting? "

"Wow..." Answer him, is Lin Xiaoqing's stomach juice and overnight meal!

Now, the little boss's face turned iron blue. What's the status of NIMA Wait a minute. I can't do it. Why does her stomach feel like vomiting?

"Oh..." She covered her heart and vomited all the way back to the cooking lab.

After a while, a servant came to urge her again, and there was no other boss to help her block the crisis.

"Fight!" She rolled up her sleeves and gritted her teeth.

"Miss Lin, you are in charge of the dishes this time. I believe that chef Liu has no weak general. You must work hard. Don't lose chef Liu's face. Ha ha ha!"

what does Lin Xiaoqing make complaints about her silently tucking her lips? How can she satisfy those sticks?

All these questions were forgotten after seeing the materials they sent. Today, all the materials in the cooking laboratory have disappeared, and there is no one else except a few cleaning aunts.

Lin Xiaoqing slumped down on the floor. It's hard for a skillful woman to cook without rice. What's more, she is not a professional cook proficient in cooking, but a housewife.

"Miss Lin, do it well!" The servant who sent her back with a smile on his face and three white eyes swept away and left with satisfaction.

She sat on the ground for a moment and finally recovered. She couldn't give up. She didn't get the champion and the money. How could she give up easily? Now she has given up Beichuan's illness She is not reconciled!

"Pile up all the materials you can use!"

She rolled up her sleeves and counted all the things. It turned out that there were only a few rotten raw eggs, but only a few overnight meals, a few carrots and bits and pieces of leftovers.

"It's a stick! Shit, what else can Bangzi like to eat besides pickles? " She began to think about all the information she could collect.

Even now, she can't panic. They expect that she will go on a road of no return, find an excuse to kick her out of the top ten, she will block everyone's mouth.

Her eyes swept several things on the table, and suddenly she grinned Yes!

Outside the northwest corner villa of kapukong catering group resort, the little boss, still dressed in hip-hop, stands with his hands on his back, frowning and pondering.

"Little boss, don't you wait for Miss Lin today?" Asked the servant cautiously.

The little boss seemed to be startled. His body was slightly shocked. He resisted the surging urge to go to the toilet. He was silent for a long time. He turned around, barely laughed and asked, "what do you think of her cooking skills?"

The servant carefully replied: "spicy is quite superb, spicy is quite peerless!"

The little boss gave him a sidelong look and a vicious smile: "superb? Peerless? You're kidding

The servant immediately lowered his head and did not dare to speak. He saw the disdain in his boss's eyes, and seemed to have some resentment and pain.

God, earth, himan Ninja Turtle, please forgive him. He must be too clever to see so many emotions from the boss's eyes.

"They let her take the responsibility of lunch alone. She is good for nothing. When she makes braised crucian carp, she will leave viscera. When she makes fried rice with eggs, like iron eggs, she likes to cook shrimp best. After putting it in the water, she throws it in front of me. Even if she doesn't bring me soy sauce, she is lazy, but she says something about environmental protection That kind of cooking, how can they take such a big responsibility? They just want to get rid of her The little boss turned his mouth, his eyes were dignified, his eyelids were drooping, and he was talking to himself.

He woke up in the morning, and Lin Xiaoqing after parting, has been standing under the tree. Heart is full of tangles, he knows more than anyone, waiting for Lin Xiaoqing will be what kind of outcome.

He should stay out of the business. She is just an ordinary cook. She is just a tool to amuse him and a prop to stimulate Liu Dongqiang.

It's just When did he start to look forward to the coming of the evening every day? When did he start to tease her every day until she smiles? When did he start to worry about her and have different feelings.

He was startled, his pupils were extremely constricted, like watching a horror movie. At last, the director told him that there was no ghost, and he was so frightened that he shook his head again and again How could it feel? How can you have an idea?!

He sneered, turned his head and said, "judo, I'm going to play golf!"

The servant gasped. He didn't know how much judo had to do with golf, but did he dare to ask? Obviously not, right? Anyway, the little boss has always been so unexpected, hasn't heHe absolutely doesn't admit that he has a different feeling towards her. That's an illusion. She's just a dispensable cook. To be right, she's still a poor cook. Although her appearance is OK, she can't compare with his little star wild model. So she's not a toy? What about the maid? Emma, these days, she almost turned over his villa and refused to multiply it by three In terms of professionalism, not even his maid.

Oh, leak! The feeling of burning in my heart must be like this: I ate too much and forgot to drink jiaduobao.

An hour and 30 minutes later, Lin Xiaoqing secretly sneaked into the servant's dormitory to search for several packages of instant noodles. However, it seems that the date has been more than a year. Fortunately, these packages of noodles seem to be made with stick pickles.

"It's really cheap. It's only one year overdue!" She sighed, shrugged with regret, and began to concentrate.

Boiling water boiling, noodles rolling, as her mood, uneasy uneven, with ups and downs of helpless and twitch feeling.

"If you fail..." She said to herself and gave a wry smile. Suddenly she thought of song Beichuan's clear eyes. She felt a little sour in her heart. The doctor clearly said that if the chemotherapy was finished, she might have a chance to recover. She hasn't given him another child, and Xixi has no younger brother. What a pity!

"If it fails, I will raise money even if I sell it!" She tried hard to swallow the tears that were about to spill out of her panic. She raised her head and put up the temporary things with the tray carefully.

Beichuan, I've tried my best! She thought about it in her heart. The 15 pieces of kitchen utensils that Liu Dongqiang had packed were neatly placed on Liu Dongqiang's desk. She knew that this pair of kitchen utensils must be valuable. Otherwise, Liu Dongqiang would not have passed them on so carefully.

"All right, let's go!" She waved her hand, and the servant who was waiting for her immediately came forward and brought up the snacks on those wooden plates. Even if it was the biggest difficulty, she had to face it gracefully and calmly. No matter it was hell or the third power of hell ahead, the stick must die Er, take it!

Lin Xiaoqing stepped forward to the laboratory with a proud posture.

Whoosh! It was really fast when she said it was late. She fell to the ground in a dog's excrement posture and didn't move for a long time. Then

"Damn, how can there be a threshold!" She was so angry that she buried her head in the earth and thumped and growled. Because she raised her head high, she forgot that at the exit of the cooking laboratory, there was a threshold which was not high but high enough to trip people.

She trembled her hands and held on. She wanted a carp to turn over and jump, but her legs were shaking powerlessly. So she had to pull her face out of the mud pit!

"God, if you don't do that, even the saint fighter should have the right to die calmly. You're so sorry for Athena!" She was filled with grief and indignation.

She had given up on her appearance before she died. So, when she stepped into the hall, she was still Lin Xiaoqing.

At the same time, in different places, there is a person with the same anxiety.

Today's wind seems a little noisy, the little boss's face is not very good-looking. At the moment, the meteor flew out of the jungle, which should be a pair of cynical eyes.

"Little boss, the eighteenth one!" The caddie waved the little Golf left in his hand.

Deep in the jungle, there are people flashing from time to time. They are bodyguards who keep looking for the ball he plays. They must find the damned ball when the boss plays golf, so that their boss can play next.

The little boss stopped the club, and the arm holding the club suddenly fell down. It suddenly occurred to him that on this land, a woman who had eaten leopard's gall and black bear's heart punched and kicked him.

Her clothes were covered with mud. Her eyes were big and bright, like cat's eyes. Under her fists and feet, she was extremely rude. Her abuse was also quite unique.

You're not so good at fighting, you're not so good at fighting! If I don't slap you in the face, you won't know why the flowers are so red! " Then came the storm of fists.

Although he did not understand, but also know that she scolded all are not good words.

"You don't deserve to be a man, you want to use a woman as a meat shield!" She was so angry that she kicked him on the shin Emma, it hurts!