After Becoming a Monster Cub Keeper, I Became the Top Star in the Immortal Realm

The Hundred Beast Garden was tragically ransacked by enemies, leaving only two young immortal attendants at the gate and a few monster cubs. Zhao Xixiang, a world-class chef, was summoned as a dest...

Chapter 165 Mortals

For listening, you just need to remain silent.

Surveillance, huh...

The simplest way is to use it...

Zhao Xi wanted to take out a few squid from the ring.

She went to find Xiao Jia as soon as she returned from the snow mountain. Actually, there wasn't much semi-finished cooked food in the ring, especially since she planned to sell food outside to earn travel expenses. Ah Feng and the cook Manman raised a lot of fresh ingredients for her in the beast taming circle.

The ink was fresh; it was mixed with cornstarch and cooked while being stirred, then poured onto the wall, creating a thick, sticky paste.

"Wow, what a beautiful ink wash landscape painting!"

It can also be applied to the ceiling.

She has a mop and a ladder in her ring!

Zhao Xi thought, "I'm a painter, and I'm very good at painting!"

Little Mermaid: (~ ̄▽ ̄)~

The crimson moon in the sleeve: I'm full, now cultivating!

Make sure to brush every corner, and quickly cover it up before Pu Shaotian stops you!

Swish swish swish!

A moment later.

Pu Shaotian appeared in the room, taken aback.

After looking around, he immediately flew into a rage, "What have you done to my meditation room?"

Zhao Xi wanted to carry the wall-painting roller, but tilted her head, "I'm just painting a wall, it's normal for mortals!" She readily changed her form of address, "Master, you'll get used to it soon~ hehe~"

"………………"

Pu Shaotian was so angry that he couldn't speak for a long time. The muscles under his cheekbones twitched uncontrollably. He flicked his folding fan and raised his hand to fan Zhao Xi.

Zhao Xi's arm was caught in the wind, and the ring on her index finger slowly slid outwards.

He must want to take her storage ring!

Zhao Xi clenched her fists, feigning fear: "Master~ I'm just a fragile mortal. There's food, clothes, and a toilet inside~ You don't expect an immortal to clean up my poop, do you?"

Waaaaaah, let's cherish the author stuck in Shanghai! I ate two eggs while writing this...