The Almighty Little Chef

Yang Jiaojiao has a good personality. Seeing the little boy in such a hurry, she felt that it was okay to do me a favor. Besides, being a professional actor, it was even easier to play such a small role.

"Tell me first, what role are you playing?"

Yang Jiaojiao wanted to know first.

"Sister, our class has spent a lot of effort, checked a lot of information, and finally compiled the script. It is a story about an ancient female ghost and a Western vampire. We would like to ask you to help play the female ghost or give some makeup advice."

Yang Jiaojiao's eyes are now blurred with various colors. Although the eyes are not small, they are really scary, and the blush and shadow on the face are also very strange, plus the blood-red mouth...

"What? Female ghost?" Yang Jiaojiao widened her eyes.

Pointing to himself, and pointing to the boy.

This boy actually... actually let himself play the female ghost! ! !

"Yeah, the female ghost is our heroine and has a lot of roles.

Yang Jiaojiao smirked and gritted her teeth, "Hehe, I'm sorry, I've been very busy recently, so I may not have time. You should do more research on your own, bye."

She may now know why the boy keeps staring at her, not by her beauty, but by her smudged makeup.

When Lin Feiran heard the words of the two, he turned his feet and walked to the other side.

Glancing at Yang Jiaojiao, cough! Not to mention, it feels a little bit.

But what kind of thing he has never seen before, Yang Jiaojiao, who is so angry, is cute and tight.

"Brother, you..." The boy who was talking to Yang Jiaojiao came to Lin Feiran again.

Lin Feiran cut him off decisively.

"I'm sorry, I still have something to do, let's go over first." Ma Liu ran away, he didn't want to play any ghosts at all, thank you.

The boy touched his head, sighed, and left.

On the other side, Ruan Yu and Zhu Xinghan were still fighting a crazy battle.

Uncle Zhang gave them a demonstration, instead of sluggishly waving the big broom.

The dust filled the air, and it was choking.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

The two covered their noses and mouths.

"You can do it like this. Anyway, sweep it a little bit, and wipe it with a rag, so you don't have to be so careful." Uncle Zhang looked at the movements of the two city girls and couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't know how to clean this huge house until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse.

"Okay, Uncle Zhang, we know."

"Cough cough, Uncle Zhang, are there any masks and hats here?" Ruan Yu fanned the dust in front of his face.

She was dressed in white today, and she would have gone up to change clothes if she knew earlier.

Zhu Xinghan was all black, but the cloth was soiled.

Uncle Zhang was a little embarrassed. "There are masks, but this is the only hat we have. Do you want to wear them?"

"These masks are useless if you buy them. If you use them, use them. It's hard work for you."

Zhu Xinghan picked up a mask, a mask made of that kind of fabric, with a bunch of small flowers on it and a bow.

"It's pretty cute." Zhu Xinghan looked at the mask over and over again, quite satisfied.

"The one you want? You choose first." Zhu Xinghan looked at Ruan Yu.

Ruan Yu looked at Zhu Xinghan without words, is he serious?

Does this mask look good? There are old-fashioned broken flowers on it, and it also wears a bow that is ugly and ugly. It's terrible.