Chapter 2 You can't do it, you have to use a chicken
As soon as Si Qian finished posting on Weibo, he quickly turned off the comments.
The two fans who heard the news saw the comment section being closed and started cursing in the square in frustration.
Si Qian was not idle either. He opened Sheng Chi's Weibo with his real account. The latest post was a business photo he posted yesterday.
Sheng Chi V: [Today is the cool and handsome Xiao Chi [Picture]]
The eighteen frames show off his body, and his unshaven beard makes him look completely unattractive. He made no less than a hundred poses in the gym, and fans in the comment section called him manly.
Si Qian looked at it with a frown on his face and a puzzled expression.
Let’s eat something good.
My female companion changes her clothes more frequently than her underwear, and she is still a 27-year-old baby.
Wearing a red V, Si Qian appeared in the comment section like a ghost.
Si Qian V: [Very handsome, with those naughty eyes. Let’s call you Naughty Eyes.]
This time, Sheng Chi’s fans are not happy.
Si Qian's scolding of them for being a pigeon was enough to make the fans lose their defense, but now Si Qian has even touched the faces of the real people, and the fans have all picked up their keyboards to protect their own pigeons.
Sheng Chi's fangirls: [No wonder everyone hates you. You're a mistress and you're so arrogant. Can you get out of the entertainment industry if you're a mistress? @Siqian]
Si Qian V: [If one person hates me, that's his problem. If a group of people hate me, it's because they all know me.]
The top fan of the Chinese entertainment industry: [How did this girl make her debut? No wonder she's still an amateur after so many years. Can we ban her based on her quality?]
Si Qian V: [Silly bird, someone with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan is worrying about someone with a daily salary of 3 million yuan.]
Wei Ai Chi Ge: [My master is a top star in the domestic entertainment industry. The money he earns is enough to buy your life.]
Si Qian V: [Master, the Qing Dynasty has been gone for eight hundred years, and you still want to be a maid? ]
Then, she flashed to the comment section of Fu Xiao’s latest Weibo post.
He posted a business post last night to please his girlfriend's fans.
Fu Xiao V: [I need a girlfriend to come to my concert. 】
Among all the comments in the comment section, only Si Qian's message stood out.
Si Qian V: [I recommend Zhuan Zhuan, a second-hand platform with guaranteed transactions.]
Fu Xiao probably heard the noise and was online all the time, so he immediately replied to Si Qian when he left a message.
Fu Xiao V: [Heh, weren't you playing the victim a few days ago? Can't you pretend anymore?]
Si Qian immediately replied: [When I stop playing the victim, it means I'm going to die miserably.]
It doesn’t matter. When she gets angry, she even scolds herself.
I can't stand the humiliation at all.
After cursing, she leaned back in the back seat of the car, humming a little tune, and then clicked on the advertising sharing plan and reward on Weibo.
Not bad, today's profit is +1396
The more you curse, the more you earn.
It would be a waste not to make money if it comes to your door.
Her cell phone was turned off, and she looked out the window at the scenery that was constantly receding.
Looking back on the past, her parents had a great time, but now she is almost exhausted to death by the stress of life.
So now the only way she can accept to die is to die happily.
The taxi stopped at the door of another manor, and Si Qian walked inside.
That's right, she came to apply for the position of cook.
10089At this moment, a ghostly howl suddenly started in Si Qian's mind.
[Ahhhhhh host! This is the second male lead's house!! We finally found it after searching for it for so long without any effort!!!]
It's finally leaving this damn place!
Si Qian's leg, which was about to step inside, stopped abruptly in mid-air when she heard that this was the second male lead's house.
I recalled the description of the male second in the original novel. He was sinister and cruel, killing people without mercy and committing all kinds of evil...
In fact, this money is not something that must be earned.
But since you are here, you might as well make some money today!
As soon as I stepped into the living room, a cold wind blew over me.
Si Qian shivered violently from the cold.
TMD!
Why is there such an evil spirit in this villain's house?
"Ms. Si."
Behind him, a low voice sounded, with a hint of coldness.
Si Qian turned around and saw a man in navy blue home clothes standing behind him. The man's facial features were deep and handsome, as exquisite as a sculpture carefully carved by Nuwa, especially his eyes, which seemed to be able to strike people's hearts.
Standing there against the light, the mottled light and shadow from outside the window fell on his body, but could not warm him at all.
This one is really awesome.
iron!
No one told her that the villain was so handsome!
However, Si Qian still showed a professional fake smile:
"Hello, Mr. Pei. I'm the chef applying for the job today."
So handsome, super.
I'll give you more tips when you check out later.
The man looked away from her with a scrutinizing gaze and asked casually:
"You came alone?"
Meeting the man's gaze, Si Qian blushed and gave Pei Li a shy smile:
"No, there's another one in my belly."
Pei Li's expression was hard to describe.
10089: [I feel like he's going to break.]
Si Qian ignored 10089 and continued to ask Pei Li:
"I wonder what Mr. Pei's food requirements are?"
Speaking of this, Si Qian felt quite unsure.
At that time, I got this job by bragging on the recruitment software.
What kind of chef is the best in Beijing? His ancestor was an imperial chef in the palace. He is good at frying, stir-frying, boiling, steaming, baking, braising and stewing. Even the emperor praised his food.
The actual situation is——
The pot is not burnt, the house is not destroyed, and the people are still here.
For others, cooking is life; for her, it is survival.
Good or bad depends on luck, saltiness or blandness depends on your hand.
The theory is that I can cook, but that’s only in theory.
Pei Li nodded slightly: "I'm not picky."
Hearing this, Si Qian instantly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to go to the kitchen.
In the living room, Pei Li sat on the sofa, staring at the notebook in front of him, and pinched his brows tiredly.
"1748, it's been three years. Do you have anything to say?"
Pei Li sneered and called out to his system.
1748 immediately broke out in a sweat, feeling guilty.
[Host! I really don't know where that Captor is!]
God swear to me, when it was assigned here by the General Administration, the boss told it that a capturer would come to redeem the second male lead and asked it to assist another system in completing the redemption mission. However, after waiting for three years, no one showed up.
Pei Li no longer wanted to talk to it.
"See? This is the consequence of Team A and Team B working at the same time."
As early as three years ago when the system contacted him, he already knew that someone would attack him.
Three years passed, and no one was seen.
[I'm going to contact the higher-ups right now and ask the host where the other raider is! !]
Pei Li no longer wanted to talk to it and turned to go to the kitchen.
The rain stopped and the sky cleared up, and Si Qian felt that he was fine again.
At this moment, she was busy swinging the spatula in one hand and flipping the pan with the other, and she didn't notice anyone coming in at all.
Pei Li stared at the steam rising from the pot beside him and suddenly said softly, "Is this a fried egg?"
Si Qian was almost frightened and nodded: "Not bad."
Pei Li frowned: "Why did the eggs I laid fall apart?"
Si Qian touched his chin with a serious expression:
"You can't use it. You have to use chicken's."
Pei Li: “???”
After driving the people out of the kitchen, Si Qian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and quickly turned off the fire.
It was a close call, I almost got exposed.
10089 couldn't bear it any longer: [Host, if you can't cook, don't try to show off. It's useless to cram at the last minute.]
Si Qian was searching Baidu on her phone for tips on how to prepare chicken. At the end of the search, she simply gave up:
"I just want to ask if cramming at the last minute counts as a foot fetish."
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