I also don't understand why the other party is so humble.
Not at all like an ordinary magician.
Although he did not have the bad habit of being arrogant like a magician.
But at least I don't like to get along with others.
They usually live away from others.
She handled it so well.
Chu Ci washed her little paws and touched her face. She happened to see his weird expression and blinked her eyes. "What's wrong?"
"You're quite easy to talk to."
Jiang Misen spoke, his voice sounding a little awkward.
I probably know what he is wondering about.
Chu Ci arched her eyebrows and said, "The people outside don't have any bad intentions. It's just a few words."
Wait until you meet someone who is full of malice, then try again.
Seeing the little girl clench her fists softly, Jiang Misen expressed deep doubt about what Chu Ci said.
Although the opponent is very powerful, he seems to have little experience and is too easy to talk to.
But it’s not a big deal, since he is watching from behind.
Thinking this way, Jiang Misen didn't think there was anything wrong with the other party.
After Chu Ci washed his paws, he continued to point out Jiangshan.
He asked Jiang Misen to make glutinous rice cakes, and then processed the monster meat and cooked a big pot of porridge.
The aroma of the meat porridge wafted far away.
Those who were waiting in the store couldn't help swallowing.
Jiang Misen didn't expect Chu Ci to have so many messy ideas.
Although they are all used for eating, no matter which one of them is taken out, if it is circulated among the nobles of certain countries, it will be a big profit.
But this little girl is really something, she has to develop in this kind of place.
Jiang Misen, who ignored the fact that he also had a problem with his brain and had specially found such a small place to cook various things, sat on a stool with a piece of rice cake and a bowl of meat porridge in front of him.
The meat porridge exudes a faint aroma, and is sprinkled with some chopped green onions and ginger.
The fishy smell of monster meat was successfully eliminated.
The little girl was packing glutinous rice cakes over there.
He cooks and she packs.
This division of labor is feasible.
And the sale is limited every day, only one pot is sold per day.
After all, I don’t make money from this.
After handing it over to the people waiting outside, there will be only two or three cents left to sell.
I made a big pot of minced meat porridge, but it didn't taste very good when it got cold.
Chu Ci simply asked people outside to try it and said that it would be released in limited quantities in the future.
Finally, after writing it neatly on the small blackboard, we will open at 10 o'clock every day, limit the sales, and close when all are sold out.
Chu Ci then clapped her hands, walked back to the kitchen and started eating.
Jiang Misen had been drinking porridge for a while.
The salty and fragrant rice porridge mixed with the flavor of chopped green onions and ginger seemed to dispel a lot of the coldness in the body.
It makes people feel quite comfortable.
Jiang Misen put down the bowl in his hand.
Looking at Chu Ci walking over with a smile in his eyes, he put a bag on the table.
Right in front of him.
Eyes blinking.
Jiang Misen raised his eyes.
"You manage the money."
After hearing what the little girl said, Jiang Misen raised his hand and took the purse.
The great magician, who never eats to his heart's content, felt a little full today. He lay down where the little girl had been before, and watched her drink her porridge slowly.
The pair of emerald green eyes narrowed slightly with a hint of satisfaction, looking extremely beautiful.
I was just eating porridge.
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