nycdaug Chapter 321 Before dinner...?
Chapter 321 Before dinner...?
"...That's basically what happened," Meow Meng, half willingly and half prompted by Rupa's eyes, lowered her hand, which had been gesturing and even reaching for Zhizhi's delicate face, and stopped her long narrative. "So I came to you guys, wanting to help take me with you to work."
Rupa pinched her chin and thought seriously, leaning against the wooden chair in the restaurant with her back straight. The soft and graceful curves of her body could not be concealed at all by the home short-sleeved shirt and denim shorts. She looked like a sculpture like a work of art.
"So…what did the doctor cook that day?"
"Deep-fried pork chops and mint ribs, they were so fragrant and delicious... Wait, wait, that's not the point, right?"
Miao Meng almost didn't react. She had come here with a shameless face just to make a living, but there had been no progress so far, and all her embarrassing past had been exposed.
"Can you give me a definite answer? Can you take me with you on your part-time job?"
"Of course I can, but..." As he spoke, Zhizhi fell into deep thought, as if he was weighing the pros and cons. Wouldn't it be unfriendly to the boss if all the employees in a convenience store were his own people?
"Just what?"
"I remember Miao Mengqin is an internet celebrity, right? He has quite a few fans. Is he really interested in us?"
As if Zhizhi's words had touched a sore spot, Miao Meng put on a very sad expression, and it didn't look like she was acting, it was completely genuine.
"I... haven't updated my channel for a long time." Miao Meng's words were a little bitter, but mixed with a sense of relief. At least Rupa didn't detect any regret in her words.
"I have no inspiration and can't find any materials. These are actually all fake... at least they are not the main reasons." He took a sip of the small drink brought by Rencai. It was the first time in his life that he drank coffee with such a twisted taste. It was neither sweet nor salty, just as twisted as his mood.
"Every day when I turn on the camera, I look at the makeup in my hand, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. I can only think of Chuhua and Xiaomu's faces. They each hold a guitar and ask me with a smile...where are my drumsticks?"
Seeing that Miao Meng remained silent after she finished speaking, just looking at her hands that were slightly calloused and red, Rupa nudged Rencai's little butt, motioning for Rencai to go up and act cute to ease the tense atmosphere.
"What the hell... Ugh."
No one likes to be forced to work, especially little Rencai, a girl from the countryside who is quite traditional in a sense. But since the king asked her to be cute, she had to be cute, so Rencai had to quietly go behind Miao Meng and hug her.
"Don't...don't be unhappy. You can lie down on my shoulder."
Who would like to rest on a girl who is two years older than them but so much younger than them? I'm not some Shinjuku Godman pervert with a sister complex, lolita complex, and a girl syndrome all rolled into one...
Although she thought so, Miao Meng still lay down on her back against Xiao Rencai honestly, and her whole body became soft and delicious. However, for her fellow villager Miao Meng with a round face, this could be regarded as a protective color to cover up her sadness and confusion.
"Hey hey - I'm not sad. I just need money and jobs. My fellow villagers took us to work. Otherwise, we would have to go back home in disgrace."
"Are you still worried about work issues now?"
"We need to make money! We need to eat! We need to be able to go to the Tokyo Budokan!"
At this point, Rupa could only take Miao Meng, who started to act like a spoiled child, to the convenience store where she worked to beg the poor boss for help. If all else failed, she could just lend Miao Meng a few tens of thousands of dollars for her to eat.
As the saying goes, standing in the middle, on both sides of the circle - this is what I mean by people like Miao Meng...
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"I'm back... Oops, sorry I took the wrong turn."
Kashiwa Sanhui opened the door of his house exhausted, and was hit by two girls in black and white maid outfits, holding a bowl full of ketchup and egg rice and serving them like masters... Liang and Xiao?
Then the two wearing maid outfits are...Aine and Shoko.
Kashiwa Sanhui suddenly smiled with relief.
I walked out the door one last time to confirm that I had not walked into the wrong maid cafe downstairs. It was indeed on the 21st floor.
"What the hell are you doing?" Baihe Sanhui rudely grabbed Liang's ear and questioned the two frivolous guys. "It's okay for Liang to do this kind of filthy capitalist dregs in my house, but Xiao, you're a decent person and you're doing this too? Did you eat too many red beans?"
"Hey, Ke-chan! Don't our clothes look good?"
It really is beautiful. The French-style maid's long dress paired with plain lace sleeves and wrist guards not only reflects the historical context but also suits a thin girl like Aine. It has a solemn and cool feeling unique to Catholics. The gray and bright pupils set off Aine's soft and lovely face. It is admirable from a distance and not to be touched...
In fact, the main reason is that she looks very tightly wrapped and slim-fitting. She looks like an honest rural girl who is suitable for working in the fields, boiling pots and weaving cloth... if making a mess of the house with clothes and skirts everywhere can be called work.
Xiangzi is wearing a very Japanese and modern maid dress. While showing off her good figure, she also retains a formal look. This may be related to the boutonniere worn on her left chest and the meticulously crafted white silk gloves inlaid with gold thread.
The rest is a very cheap configuration. It seems that he just couldn't refuse Aine's ridiculous request, so he just bought a set of low-quality second-hand ones and put them together randomly.
"It's true that they look good, but..." Xiangzi blushed a little at the look in Baihe Sanhui's eyes, but Kekaka was just wondering what was wrong with these two girls, or if it was Liangdai's hair style?
"Hatsuka and Mana are coming to our house in a minute," Liang quietly escaped from Kashiwa Miki's clutches, calmly adjusted his collar, and hid behind Xiangzi. A girl with a good figure is really convenient as a shield. "Dress up like this and give them a big surprise!"
Mana is so efficient. She arrived at the appointment around 2 pm, but she figured it out after just two or three hours. People who don't waste time and effort on themselves are really enviable.
"Is this overcooked omurice also a surprise?" He looked at the somewhat guilty Liang with a look of rubbish, and the omurice with the ambiguous katakana word "ラヴ (love)" scribbled in ketchup on it...
...It's even messier than Yangzhou fried rice. Get the anti-infantry green beans and heirloom corn kernels out of here and dump them down the drain.
"If you're entertaining Hatsuka and Mana... at least make the dishes better, right?"
Su Shi felt a little embarrassed for eavesdropping in the kitchen. She walked shyly in front of Kashiwa Sanhui, curling her chestnut hair with her delicate fingers.
"I'm sorry... I'm not very good at cooking this kind of dish that requires delicate control of heat. I'd like the doctor to teach me."
Nagasaki Suyo launched a campaign of flattery, with remarkable results!
"Then..." Pretending to think for a moment, Baihe Sanhui almost immediately pressed Su Shi's shoulders and pushed the girl, who was shy because of the sudden intimate contact (one-sided perception, in fact, only two palm-sized areas on the shoulders were touched), into the kitchen.
"I'll teach you, I'll teach you with all my heart, and today I'm going to make you the perfect omurice!"
"Hey hey hey... Doctor, let go! It's too close, too close..."
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It’s over, Ave Mujica.
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No, what do you mean there is a sequel?
OK! I'll eat it!