Something was not cooked, and some sugar was mistaken for salt. His god-level output made the two sisters laugh.
In fact, Xia Tian was not acting recklessly, because he had done all these things in his previous life.
He was still in an orphanage at that time. It was normal for older children in an orphanage to help in the kitchen.
So it doesn't feel out of place when these words come out of his mouth.
And the descriptions of the different expressions and reactions after eating his food are even more vivid.
In a night bar in Jiangcheng City, Zhou Tong sat in the main seat of a booth.
On each side stood a heavily made-up, plump woman, sticking to his body like a plaster.
"Liu Hongqi has sent a letter," Zhao Borui said softly.
"Oh? What did you say?" Zhou Tong pushed the two women aside and leaned forward.
"That idiot agreed. Now it depends on whether we can let Ahua meet him in the first game," Zhao Borui smiled happily.
"Okay, these five million are not wasted," Zhou Tong shouted happily.
"Including the five million given to Ahua, it's a total of ten million. Although it doesn't cost much to manage the organizing committee, I don't know the exact amount. Is it worth it, Brother Zhou?" a young man asked with concern.
Hearing the different voices, Zhou Tong didn't react, but Zhao Borui quickly took over the conversation and said, "Think about it, the goddess is ridden by a loser every day. Do you think it's worth it?"
"Yes, Xiaorui is right," Zhou Tong was obviously drunk and shouted at the top of his voice.
Hearing this, Zhao Borui pursed his lips secretly in joy, secretly cursing in his heart, "What an idiot."
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