Chapter 12 Live Stream Washing Dishes

The familiar style made some netizens watching the live broadcast have a strange sense of satisfaction.

As the live camera moved and was fixed, netizens saw Feng Yin wearing a pair of yellow rubber gloves, and in front of him was a pool more than five meters long.

[The bet still counts, right? I'm here to add it, I just want to see you lose. 】

[The live broadcast is frequent, and you must make money, and the low-quality also has this day, and she deserves it! ] 】

[I pay attention to Miss Fengyin! 】

"A sure-fire bet counts."

"My quality is unknown, but when I am strong, I am strong. Is it right for you... It doesn't cost a penny. ”

"Thank you, cutie, for giving you a heart."

The gloved wind groaned, smoothly comparing hearts, and the next second I heard her shout:

"Come to life! Come to life! ”

"Bang la-la-" the sound of porcelain colliding in a plastic box.

"That's my job, brushing the dishes."

"I choose to count the money by quantity, generally speaking, the money is calculated by the day and the hour, and someone checks it after brushing, and the money will be deducted if it is not clean."

"There are a lot of hotels that hold events like weddings, and they have a lot of work at this time, and they hire temporary workers."

"If you want to work but can't find a way, you can try it."

"I have limited time, so I work more and talk less."

The large white plastic box, filled with greasy plates, there were three boxes in total, and they were placed at Fengyin's feet.

Feng Yin didn't delay at all, but she took advantage of the lost time before the meal started to work.

It's certainly not a lot of money, but what she wants is heat.

Holding back the hunger in his stomach, Feng Yin took out a stack of plates and put them in the pool.

[What is there to see when washing dishes. But also, as a person who doesn't know anything, he can do some of this kind of work. 】

[Boring! 】

"Bo Re, at least I'm qualified to Bo, it's useless for you to sour grapes."

"Boring is not boring, I have the say!"

After a sentence, Feng Yin held the plate in his left hand and wiped it with his right hand, a very ordinary action.

Can be ...... in the next second

The first plate slid over the pool like a splash, so fast that everyone in the live broadcast room closed their eyes.

[Sick! The plate is going to be smashed! 】

[Who can throw away the dishes! ] Feng Yin, you've paid too much attention to Bo! 】

Just as the barrage was scolding, the plate that was about to hit the edge of the pool spun back.

It's like an obedient boomerang that comes back in a happy circle!

Next, there was a scene of "ghost collision" in the pool.

The wind groans and wipes, throws, the water floats past, spins back.

Every plate or bowl that came back was caught by Feng Yin with one hand, and she threw it casually, and a round and full parabola formed in the air.

With a "poof", the plate obediently and steadily fell into the next cleaning pool, slowly floating forward.

The plates that flew down from the back flew down again, and the latter pressed against the previous one, and the rinsed plates lined up neatly at the edge, waiting for the owner to take them away.

If there is a late stage, the plate must be painted with little arms, and they wave and shout: Master, we are waiting for you!

[This picture... Quite explosive! 】

[Mom asked me what I was looking at, I said wash the dishes, my mom didn't believe it, and now she is watching it with me!] 】

[The word "slot" has been tired, only to offer the knee! 】

Feng Yin smiled confidently at the camera, his eyebrows raised, his hands kept moving, and his mouth was not idle.

"I suggest you don't try it lightly, my mother's rolling pin still hurts to hit people."

"I have to complete the work of ten boxes, and the task is heavy and the time is tight...... The most important thing is that I haven't eaten yet! ”

In the last sentence, Feng Yin said that he was very complaining, and his movements in his hands were faster.