Chapter 133 (2/2)

She is not only a cook, but also a big maid. Sobbing, sobbing, she is determined to sell herself rather than art!

Poof, there seems to be something wrong with this sentence

As soon as her mind rippled, a fishbone pierced her delicate white finger.

A bead of blood oozed out.

The blood was immersed in the fish meat that had been almost selected. The magic leaned and raised his eyes. He saw that Jimo Ya looked cold and unhappy between his eyebrows and eyes, staring at the contaminated fish meat.

Again!

That's an inexplicable sense of vigilance!

Huan Qingyan jumped in her heart, Emma! Why, as soon as his face sank, she intuitively had an illusion of wanting to escape?

Huan Qingyan said with a dry smile, ”Jimo childe, I'll pick another piece for you. It'll be fine soon...”

I heard Jimo ya say, ”bring it here.”

Ah? Does he want to eat fish with blood?

It's not like such a careless person WOW!

Handed it over.

The corner of Jimo's mouth moved, ”your hand.”

My hand? What do you want my hand for? Do you have to be rude? Is it true that there are only men and women here? Are you sure you want to insult her?

It's not easy these days! Being a gastronomist has to be hidden by the golden master

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