"Qu Wanwan, I'm only going home now, I just don't want to help cook, don't you?"

As soon as she entered the door, another late lady's face met Qu Wanwan's eyes, she ignored it and walked directly to the dining table, as expected, in addition to vegetable soup, there was only rice.

"Auntie, can't you leave me some food?" Qu Wanwan looked at the leftovers on the table, turned her head and asked.

The tornado-like tempered stepmother snorted: "I think about being lazy all day long, and I still want to keep vegetables?" Hurry up and wash the dishes for me after eating! ”

Qu Wanwan tilted her head and squinted at her stepmother shaking her fat buttocks and going out of the door, she must have gone to play mahjong. She glanced left and right, and saw that her younger siblings were doing their homework in the room. She hurriedly ran to the study, and sure enough, she found her father inside.

"Wanwan, scolded again?" Dad Qu's face was full of helplessness: "Dad, I'm sorry for you!" ”

Dad wants to say that there is a roar of the Hedong lion at home, and there is no way to give his daughter a head. Qu Wanwan has long been used to these things, and she doesn't care about them. She waved her hand, glanced at the door, and made sure that there was no one, before she said mysteriously: "Dad, can you give me some money?" ”

Father Qu's face showed embarrassment, he took out his shriveled wallet, took out the only one hundred and eight yuan left, and handed it to Qu Wanwan: "Take it." ”

Looking at her father like this, Qu Wanwan silently drew a fifty yuan: "Dad, keep a little." ”

The economic foundation determines the superstructure, the financial power of the family is in the hands of the stepmother, and the father in the late stage of tracheitis only has 300 yuan of pocket money per month.

And Qu Wanwan was delicious, she dropped out of school on her own initiative and entered a certain Xiang cooking school, and since then she has embarked on a road of no return for foodies without discipline. Since then, she has lived a life of working to earn money to support herself.

It costs a lot of money to go to a cooking school!! Think about it, on the road of pursuing food, there is no family member who agrees, no friend supports, and it is full of blood and tears, and it is really drunk to say!

However, no matter how hard it is, even the scientific and technological progress of mankind cannot stop Qu Wanwan from becoming a top chef!

In order to repay the money to the male god, Qu Wanwan decided to work overtime to earn money.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Qu Wanwan beat her tired waist, and after cleaning up in the bathroom, she prepared to go back to the school dormitory. But when she tried to open the door to the locker room, she found that the door would not open.

Qu Wanwan chuckled in her heart, this door was locked two days ago, and it was locked outside with a big lock for the past two days. And now, she's locked inside!

It's winter, and there is no heating equipment in the employee locker room, and she is locked up in it, just to freeze to death!

Early tomorrow morning, she Qu Wanwan will be found frozen into a dead fish and carried out from here, and then this locker room will become a place of horror from now on, maybe tomorrow there will be a certain news, a certain wave of news...... Wait for the online media to jump out of such a piece of news: The dishwasher of the Da Nanguo restaurant froze to death in the staff locker room, and he was suspected of being killed.

Thinking of this, Qu Wanwan shuddered in her heart, she hadn't become a top chef yet, how could she die here? Moreover, she hasn't confessed to the male god yet! I still owe Yan Shiqing a few hundred dollars!

You can't die here! This thought popped into Qu Wanwan's heart, and she immediately glanced around.

Window! I'm so touched, window of help!

So, Qu Wanwan stacked several stools, reached the air window, pushed open the window sash and climbed out.

But the sad thing is that she is actually stuck!

Qu Wanwan's head was hanging outside, blowing a biting cold wind, her buttocks were still in the locker room, she shook her legs vigorously, trying to squeeze forward, but there was no focus point, and the whole person blocked the air window!

She gave up the struggle in despair and muttered to herself, "This kind of death is funny enough." ”

At this moment, a violent force pushed towards her buttocks, and Qu Wanwan's body was unbalanced and fell out......