The Evil King Chasing His Wife: Miss Crappy

Chapter 7
Mu Zixiao was walking down the street in a daze. Her two treasures were taken away so easily. How could she sneak into the palace after killing thousands of knives?

The saddest thing in life is knowing who the enemy is, but being unable to strike.The saddest thing in life is that knowing who is the enemy has something to do, but you can't do it at all.

Xuanyuanlie, you evildoer, dare to hurt half a hair of my son and daughter, I will castrate you.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She clenched her fists tightly and her eyes were about to burst, but suddenly she saw a group of people surrounding her, and she quickly stepped forward and squeezed in.

The guards in brocade clothes were posting notices, and everyone was chanting: "Xiaoyaoyuan is recruiting a chef, and the requirement: the rebirth of the chef god! Salary: ten taels per month."

After reading it, everyone's eyes glowed with gold. Ten taels of silver is not a small amount for ordinary people. It is only a small amount for a year, but it seems that no one dares to take the test. Mu Zixiao only saw everyone shaking their heads and turning around with a sigh. leave.

She raised her eyebrows sharply, her beautiful eyes were dark, no wonder, this fifth prince has always been unpredictable, moody, and mostly eccentric, who dares to apply for the job and drive away to death!
Thinking about it, but suddenly his eyes lit up.

She found out that Xuanyuanlie had a mansion outside the palace, named Xiaoyaoyuan, but she didn't expect that it would take no effort to get here. He is in Xiaoyaoyuan right now, otherwise how could he hire a chef?

You evildoer, my aunt will take good care of you.

Mu Zixiao reached out to tear off the notice, her beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and there was a sinister smile on the corner of her mouth, which was weird and sinister.

Xiaoyao Garden.

"Grandpa, don't eat it, it stinks!"

Xuanyuan Lie was sitting on the soft couch, with his hands folded, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he stared at Xiaobai closely.The imperial chef couldn't even keep up with his cook in Xiaoyaoyuan, and this bastard said that he was worthless, and that no matter how good he was, he couldn't swallow it, what a weirder freak than him.

"I said kid, are you really going to starve to death? Then you can't see your mother."

Mu Xiaobai wouldn't be fooled, he would rather go on a hunger strike to protest, than let this bad uncle create a bunch of maternal animals for him to ruin his innocence.

"Master, I would rather die than surrender."

What a boy with a backbone, Xuanyuan Lie likes it more and more, from the bottom of his heart, it's like looking in a mirror, seeing his own appearance when he was a child, it feels amazing!

"Come here." Xuanyuan Lie gave an order immediately, and then a group of servants appeared one after another to salute: "The servant is here."

"Serve this kid well and swallow all these things."

After Xuanyuan Lie finished speaking, he saw Xiaobai's face suddenly turned pale, and a sinister smile was drawn on the corner of his mouth. He was enchanting and evil, and his words were lazy and casual, but the faint majesty of a strong man was like an eagle in the dark night. The imposing manner is compelling, exuding a domineering arrogance that disdains the world in solitude and independence.

"Wow...don't come here! Huh..."

Looking at the other side, Mu Xiaoxiao seemed much more comfortable.

"Uncle Yang, your hair is so slippery!"

Uncle Shi, who is as cold as an iceberg and as cruel as a bloodthirsty beast, is now like a statue, molded on the stone bench in the gazebo of Liushu Pavilion, allowing a girl to play with her.

Mu Xiaoxiao threw herself on Shi Yang's body, teasing him a few times like silk, and touching his smooth cheeks, oh, mother, this uncle is so cute!Hug hug!
A pair of petite hands slowly slid down his face, chin, neck, this...

what is this?It was moving, and it was still scurrying up and down, touching, eh, it went up, touching, eh, it came down.

(End of this chapter)