Shanxing's cooking skills are really good, the beer duck was burned by her to be full of color and flavor, and she also burned a bowl of green vegetable tofu soup, the duck will get tired if you eat too much, and the green vegetable and tofu soup can just relieve the greasy.

Kang Ri is very appreciative of good deeds, eating red face, constantly spit out bones from his mouth, the duck burned by this stupid landlord seems to be more delicious than that made by grandma, well, it tastes really good, next time I will buy a duck and let the iron rooster burn.

Anyway, a duck is just a commission for a basket of flowers.

Very cheap!

Young Master Ben can afford to eat every day!

The good deeds clipped out the duck head, "Do you want to eat the duck head?" ”

Kang Ri glanced at him with disgust, shook his head decisively, and picked up a piece of fat breast meat again with chopsticks, and ate it with satisfaction.

Shanxing happily gnawed the duck's head, and after gnawing all the bits and pieces, the small duck head was finally revealed, and with a light bite, the duck brain the size of walnut meat inside was exposed, and the delicious and smooth duck brain was eaten into the stomach with chopsticks.

It's delicious!

The essence of a duck is all in this idea!

Immediately afterward, Kang Ri continued to make meat, and the good deeds gnawed on the neck, claws, and wings, and the atmosphere between the two was extremely harmonious.

Young Master Kang: What a fool, if you have meat and don't know how to eat it, you can only gnaw bones.

Good deeds: Sure enough, he is a stupid and rich second generation, and these are the most valuable on a duck!

The two worked together to finish the duck, drank a refreshing bowl of green vegetable and tofu soup, and Kang Ri also made two bowls of white rice, and then made a loud burp in unison.

"Let's make this duck tomorrow!" Young Master Kang made a request.

Good deeds gave him a blank look, he is really a young master who can't live, a big meal, of course, you have to eat it once every ten days and half a month, can you still call it a big meal if you eat it every day?

"Funds are limited, at most once a month."

Kang Ri threw the paper towel that wiped the grease nozzle into the pile of bones on the table, and raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect this iron rooster to be willing to pluck out a small tail hair, but he Young Master Kang is not uncommon for this meal!

"Duck money is asking me for reimbursement." Young Master Kang took a picture of a red ticket very boldly, "Two ducks are money, and the rest is a tip!" ”

Shanxing's hand involuntarily stretched out when she saw the red ticket, and when she held the money in her hand, she was a little shy, and reluctantly put the money back on the table.

Kang Ri snorted, the iron rooster who wants money to die!

"Did you win the lottery?" No wonder Shanxing thinks like this, he was still worried about finding a job a few days ago, and he has become a tyrant all of a sudden?

Kang Ri took out a toothpick and comfortably picked the shredded meat between his teeth, which was very comfortable, and he snorted again when he heard the words.

"I've raised my salary, a duck is just a flower basket, it's drizzling!"

Kang Ri said that it didn't matter, but his face was bright, 'I'm so good, come and praise me!' 's expression.

Good deeds as he wished to widen his apricot eyes, his mouth circled into an O shape, Kang Ri's careful liver was immediately satisfied, more ironing than drinking ice water in summer, and the graceful posture of Puliu, which was only 70 points, actually made him look a little cute.

The silly landlord is actually quite cute!

Isn't that round face the legendary bun face!

I heard that it is still quite popular to drop!

Good deeds are a little unbearable, a duck forty yuan, just a flower basket of commissions?

"How many flower baskets can you collect in one night?"

"I just went, and I'm not familiar with people, so I barely managed to make five or six of them a night!" Kang Ri modestly poked the stupid landlord's fragile little heart with a knife.

Barely five or six?

That's more than 200 yuan, which is more than her daily salary plus extra fast!

Holding his wounded heart, the good deeds weakly asked, "Then how much do you get paid a night?" ”

"No more, no less, barely five hundred yuan, drizzle!" Kang Ri flew over a Xiao Li flying knife again, and the heart and liver of the good deeds completely collapsed.

The stupid landlord's little appearance of dying of breath scared Kang Ri, it couldn't be that he couldn't stand the blow and had a heart attack, right?

With such a poor ability to bear, how can you still be a profiteer?

Daddy Kang's famous quote: To become a successful profiteer, the most important thing is to have a strong psychological quality, even if it is your mother and son on the other side, you must be slaughtered, and you will not be merciful!

"Are you alright?" Kang Ri asked cautiously.

Good deeds are quickly calculated in the heart, a night's salary is 500 yuan, and the flower basket commission is 200 yuan, so that a night is 700 yuan, a month is 20,000, a year is 372,000, and there are still 370,000 yuan after the fraction is removed!

A down payment on a house is enough!

Singing is so profitable, so what beads does she wear?

"Kangri, how about you think I'm going to sing too?" Shanxing excitedly grabbed Kang Ri's sleeve, his eyes shining.

It's too exciting, right?

Where has all the self-knowledge gone?

Kang Ri glanced at the good deeds with disdain, and said without euphemism: "It's not good, just your elephant legs, bucket waist, front and back are not protruding and not curled to increase the face of the cake, and that broken gong voice, who will listen to you sing?" Ghosts? ”

Shanxing looked down at his bun figure, although he was a little fatter, it shouldn't be as bad as he said, right?

"It's okay, I'm only 110 pounds, and my waist is not thick, only two feet one." Fight for your figure.

It's just that on the other side is Young Master Kang, who has no gentlemanly demeanor and a poisonous tongue.

"I'm only 140 pounds at 182 - already, how tall are you? Is there 160? ”

"I'm 162, over 160." Shanxing jumped up, his cheeks bulging with anger, but he looked more and more like meat buns.

"It doesn't matter if you're 162 or 160, anyway, it's absolutely impossible to make money by singing with your broken voice!"

If everyone can earn money by singing, then how can he be a god of songs?

The good deeds were abused by Kang Ri to the point that he was incomplete, and he put away the dishes and chopsticks in frustration, which was different from the previous refreshment!

Alas, a broad way to make money was blocked before it even began!

Let's wear beads obediently!

Dad is right, you have to keep your duty as a man, and you can't force it if it's not your own money!

It seems that the way God arranged for her to make money is to wear beads!

Seeing the landlord who was different from the previous vitality, Kang Ri's heart was a little wrong, could it be that he was too direct just now?

The eldest brother taught him that he can't tell the truth to a woman, and he has to wrap several layers of beautiful wrapping paper before he can say it.

Like the eldest brother always praises grandma for being only 50 years old, and my mother is only 30 years old, obviously my grandmother is in her seventies, and my mother is in her fifties, but my grandmother and my mother like to listen to it very much, and they laugh from ear to ear every time.

Well, I heard that a bad mood will affect his cooking skills, so for his future meals, why don't he wrap a few layers of wrapping paper too!

Kang Ri will never admit that he was unbearable before!

He cleared his throat, considered the words and said against his will: "Actually, you are not so bad, although you are a little fatter, but your skin is not bad, although your face is flat, but your facial features are still okay individually, although your voice is a little thicker, but some songs should still be suitable for you to sing." ”