Nan Xian stood at the door of the kitchen with her arms crossed, her face expressionless.

Wei Zeling sat on a small pony with a missing horn, wearing bulky rubber gloves, holding an abalone in her left hand and a brush in her right hand, and raised her head pitifully.

"Can I ......" to find someone to help.

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Nan Xian: "No." ”

Wei Zeling snorted her snot, and her face was full of tears.

After returning from the farmer's market, Nan Xian seemed to be a different person, forcing her to clean the abalone and sea cucumbers that could not be returned one by one without any negotiation.

In Wei Zeling's expected plan, she would never do this kind of tiring and frozen work, and there was never the word "handling ingredients" in her dictionary.

It's a big deal to pay some money to find a villager to help wash it, that's what she thought at first.

But obviously, reality has taught her another lesson - the 300 yuan is really all their food expenses in the past few days.

And not only did she spend all her half, but she also owed six hundred.

Combined, all the working capital is more than 100 yuan left over by Nan Xian to buy vegetables.

And I don't know if the director team specially explained, the staff didn't dare to lend money to the guests, Wei Zeling secretly contacted her assistant several times while people were not paying attention, but every time she came, it was the director's assistant who seemed to be smiling and talking, but actually didn't get in.

Wei Zeling is arrogant and arrogant, and her ability to judge the situation is still somewhat bit, knowing that she is isolated now, and no one will take care of her if she plays tricks, so she quickly put away her edge and didn't dare to make another mistake.

After 20 years in the circle of rich wives and young ladies, she cleverly switched paths and decided to sell miserable sympathy.

It's a pity that it is not known whether the audience will buy it or not, Nan Xian will not buy it, she has already clearly understood.

No matter how she begged and cried, Nan Xian didn't loosen her mouth, and very cunningly deliberately brought those unwashed abalone to the camera, and put them loudly.

Wei Zeling didn't want to wash it anymore, so in order not to be sprayed into a sieve when the show was broadcast in the future, she could only bite the bullet.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and He Mingxiao's figure appeared at the door of the kitchen.

His gaze only swept over Wei Zeling for a moment, and then fixed on Nan Xian.

"I forgot to buy oil, can you lend me some oil?" He asked.

Nan Xian looked back at him and said in her heart: Hehe, you just make it up, think I didn't see the spices that Lang Zhuo was carrying when he came back? I've bought everything!

And since there is already oil, the purpose of his coming here to "borrow oil" is very obvious-

came to brush up on her sense of presence in front of her.

Nan Xian was about to refuse, when she suddenly thought of something, her eyes narrowed, and she smiled.

"Ten yuan per milliliter, the price is clearly marked." She reached out her palm towards him and hooked it.

He Mingxiao was stunned, "Ten yuan? ”

Nan Xian raised her eyebrows and withdrew her hand with a gesture, "Too expensive?" That love to borrow or not! ”

He smiled and took her hand one step ahead of her, "I'll borrow it." ”

She was startled, and just as she was about to withdraw her hand, a fifty dollar bill was placed in her palm.

"I'll borrow five milliliters first, and if it's not enough, can I come back?"

Nan Xian put the banknote in her pocket without blushing-

Well, it's the time when you're short of money, don't be in vain.

Besides, he is "clearly marked", he is willing to buy it, what is he embarrassed to accept!