The Almighty Little Chef

Mo Fenghua glanced at her, but did not reach out to pick it up, "No need, drink it yourself."

Who knows where to get it, and whether it can be drunk or not is another matter.

"Sister Fenghua, I know I'm bad, but I really admire you. I hope you will give me a chance." The woman's tears fell, as if Mo Fenghua had committed a heinous crime by not taking her things. Same thing.

Mo Fenghua's face is not very good, is she threatened?

The agent stopped in front of Mo Fenghua, "I'm sorry, we Fenghua is losing weight, this lady can drink it by herself, thank you for your kindness."

The old fox had a smile on his lips, and he turned the situation around in just a few words.

"Sister Fenghua, I..." The woman rushed forward and approached Mo Fenghua, holding the sour plum soup in her hands.

"What are you doing!" The agent shrank at the gesture and shouted.

"What are you doing!" Mo Fenghua looked at him coldly and pushed people away when she rushed over.

This man even poured a cup of sour plum soup on the ground and on the woman, and the white short sleeves were dyed very clearly.

"Sister Fenghua, I didn't do it on purpose, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The girl fell to the ground with a mess of sour plum soup, and kept apologizing to Mo Fenghua.

"You get up first." Mo Fenghua's agent felt a little uncomfortable, so he stepped forward and wanted to pull the woman up.

The woman ignored the agent's outstretched hand and kept crying there, calling out to Sister Fenghua while crying.

A good show was quickly filled with people, who pointed and pointed.

"What's the matter, why can't you get up sitting there?"

"I keep calling Sister Fenghua, what's going on?"

"It looks like someone was pushed over."

"When I came, I also saw her coming with a cup of sour plum soup. How could this be?"

"Being bullied."

...

Everyone was talking in a loud voice.

Coupled with the handwriting of the people behind, everyone preconceived that Mo Fenghua was bullying others.

After all, as soon as she entered the group, her nose was not her nose and her face was not her face.

People are so cold...

Mo Fenghua glanced at the agent with an ugly face.

The agent smiled bitterly, "Miss, can you get up first?"

Mo Fenghua began to argue with the woman on the grounds that the woman kept crying without speaking, no matter how loud Mo Fenghua's voice was, she cried as loudly as possible.

And it's the kind that sheds tears without making a sound, which makes people feel a little heartbroken.

More and more, I feel that Mo Fenghua is a bit unreasonable, and Mo Fenghua's reputation has plummeted in the crew.

She also had a hard time saying that if the client did not cooperate, whatever she felt was wrong.

Mo Fenghua's chest was bulging.

Jiang Xiaofei grabbed the melon seeds in her hand and knocked a few, "Brother Jin, who are you talking about who will win?" Jiang Xiaofei watched the scene with great interest.

The conscience of heaven and earth was really not made by Jiang Xiaofei this time, but she reckoned that she might have something to do with her.

"Don't eat it!" Xie Jin glared at Jiang Xiaofei and snatched the melon seeds back from her hand.

Put it in your hand and knock it up, don't say it, it tastes really good.

"Where did the melon seeds come from? It's pretty good." Xie Jin resolved the melon seeds, and the topic was so skewed that he couldn't see it.

The corners of Jiang Xiaofei's mouth twitched, and she looked back, "I made it myself, you like to bring some later, but what do you think?"

She is interested in it now.

Her current happiness is based on Mo Fenghua's pain.