Is Mr. Xi going to divorce today?

Chapter 245 Poor Little Maid

There is an open-air barbecue stand, a few tables that are simply assembled, and a few benches for one person to lie down on. A few meters away is a charcoal-burning stand. A puff of white smoke blew over, bringing the aroma of roasted meat, which was very attractive.

In front of the grill, a figure in a beautiful dress was busy walking around.

In the rest area a few meters away, Xi Lingnan was lazily lying on the bench, with his long legs crossed comfortably, his hands behind his head, and his eyes slightly squinted looking up at the night sky.

Compared to someone who is so busy, he is really laid back and at ease.

As more and more fragrances drifted over, the slender peach blossom eyes lazily opened a little, turned his head, stared at the busy little figure for a while, and urged lazily, "Ye Ranran, roast me!" are you done?"

"How can it be so fast!" A voice came from not far away, clear and sweet, very pleasant, but probably because of a bad mood, the pleasant voice was slightly angry.

Xi Lingnan hooked her lips, thinking that she was not hot enough, and urged again, "Why are you moving so slowly, I'm hungry, hurry up and get a few skewers."

"If you think it's slow, you can do it yourself!" The petite figure paused and turned around. Although the light was not very bright, it still showed her pretty and sweet face.

Because of the heat from the fire, her fair cheeks became as pink and tender as peach blossoms, and there was anger shining in her jet-black eyes, which reflected that her eyes were extraordinarily bright.

She was holding a seasoning brush in one hand, and the other was on her waist, her pink lips were pursed into an angry straight line, and she was staring at him with great dissatisfaction.

Ye Ranran really has never seen anyone with a thicker skin than Xi Lingnan.

As a person who does nothing but lies there waiting to eat, if it were someone else, he would never be as ignorant as he is.

Eat free food, still have the nerve to complain?
She was busy running around, eager to use both hands and feet. Standing next to the charcoal fire in this weather, she was so hot that her head was covered with sticky sweat, and her body was smelled of oily smoke.

On the other hand, a certain person was refreshed, lying calmly under a coconut tree, with a lazy appearance, as if he had lost all his bones, and lay there motionless.

He is like a noble young master who is pampered and his fingers do not touch the spring water, but she is like a little maid who is born to do rough work and serve him.

The difference in treatment is too obvious.

If it wasn't for his generosity to give her the golden abacus, she wouldn't be such a miserable little maid.

"Ran Ran, I'm hungry."

A certain person didn't have any self-consciousness at all. Seeing her bad complexion, she complained like adding fuel to the fire, "Your movements are too slow and the efficiency is so low. I'm going to starve to death when you finish baking."

Ye Ranran really wanted to smash the oil brush in his hand on his ugly face.

She sneered, "Second Young Master, if you can't wait, you can do it yourself. My movements are so slow. If you don't want to wait, you can go to other places to buy ready-made food."

She really doesn't understand.

Not all the barbecue stalls by the sea are for grilling by yourself. He doesn't go to those stalls that specialize in barbecue for a living, but he rents a rack for her to grill for him.

Does he really treat himself like a maid?
The more Ye Ranran thought about it, the more angry she became, and her eyes became wider and wider, full of resentment.

(End of this chapter)