The hostess has unique killing skills

Chapter 135 Even if we break up, it's not a loss
In the end, Bai Tang still couldn't hold back the drunk Song Xinyu, so he boldly entered the kitchen.

Because she didn't know how to cook before, she could only cook a bowl of noodles after thinking about it.

When a strong fragrance wafted into the living room, Song Xinyu's smell of alcohol dissipated. She happily washed her face and changed her clothes, and sat down at the table in a regular manner, waiting for dinner.

When Bai Tang put down the cooked instant noodles, he successfully saw Song Xinyu's expression froze.

"I do not know how to cook."

"I know." Song Xinyu rubbed her aching temple, "I thought you'd beat me."

Not even eggs, bare instant noodles.

Forget it, it's better to have someone do it than no one to do it.

Song Xinyu didn't feel disgusted any more, and took a big mouthful with the chopsticks.

"Haven't you eaten? The part-time job doesn't provide meals?" Bai Tang sat opposite Song Xinyu.

I have to say that Song Xinyu's food looks very delicious, which is a typical type of delicious food. If she wants to promote it according to the current market, she can definitely be a food broadcaster.

It is a technology to eat instant noodles to taste the delicacies of mountains and seas.

Song Xinyu's face was bald, and he said vaguely, "Where's the food in the nightclub? It would be nice to let you drink some wine, and eat?"

"What do you do there?" Speaking of this, Bai Tang remembered to ask.

"Beforehand, I'm not the dishonest person you think." Song Xinyu gulped down a few mouthfuls of soup, and it felt so good to feel the warmth in his stomach. "Do you know sales? I'm in sales."

Bai Tang thought for a while, then shook his head.

"It's just that when a customer orders, I'll sell him something else, and I will drink when necessary, but it's not a weird job, you have to trust me."

"Well, I believe it."

"...Damn, senior sister, you are too honest." Song Xinyu ate the last mouthful of noodles, gulped down the soup, and then hiccupped in satisfaction, "It feels good to be served."

Bai Tang looked at Song Xinyu.

"I think you can find some other part-time jobs. Isn't the tutor very good?" She remembered that Song Xinyu's academic performance was not bad.

"The tutor is too slow in getting money." Song Xinyu shook his head in distaste, "It costs 200 yuan an hour, and I have to worry about writing papers for the students. If I encounter someone with a bad head, I'm ready to give him a punch. How do you make money? It’s better to promote wine here, which will give me more than half of the kickback. After one night, I can get nearly 2000 yuan. What kind of concept is this?”

Bai Tang frowned, disapproving of Song Xinyu's words.

"It's really dangerous..."

"Don't talk about the old people's talking, I can't listen to it." Song Xinyu waved his hands irritably, not wanting to listen to Baitang's rambling anymore. "I won't pay you the rent, so it's over."

Bai Tang didn't say anything, just took out the bowl in silence.

Song Xinyu was watching TV on the sofa with her legs crossed, looking at Bai Tang who had finished brushing in the kitchen from the corner of her eye, and suddenly shouted, "Sister, what is your relationship with Zhang Junhe?"

Bai Tang wiped his hands and came out of the kitchen without changing his face, "Sister and brother."

"What? Are you sister Zhang Junhe?" Song Xinyu immediately sat up straight, as if she had discovered a treasure, "Is it true?"

Bai Tang sat on a chair drinking water and cast a sideways glance at her.

"No, you're really Sister Zhang Junhe? Are you dear?" Song Xinyu stopped watching the TV, walked up to Bai Tang in a few steps, and stared at her, "Then can you..."

"We don't have a good relationship." Bai Tang cut off Song Xinyu's thoughts without even thinking about it.

"A bad relationship is a relative after all." Song Xinyu blinked with a smile, "Say a few more good things for me in front of him. If it does, I'll pay you twice the rent."

Bai Tang glanced at Song Xinyu again.

"you like him?"

"no."

Bai Tang didn't quite understand, what is the concept of not liking?
Song Xinyu shook his head, then grinned, "Think about it, Zhang Junhe is a returnee, and he looks good. If I take him down and have more face, the popularity will definitely be higher, and even if we break up by then, it won't matter." deficit."

"..." Is this a love affair for honor?

What is her logic?

For a moment, Bai Tang looked at Song Xinyu as if he saw a monster.

(End of this chapter)