Good deeds

Chapter 12
Shanxing's culinary skills are really good. She cooked the beer duck until it was full of color and fragrance. In addition, she also cooked a bowl of vegetable tofu soup. Eating too much duck will make you greasy, but the vegetable tofu soup can relieve the greasy.

Kang Ri appreciated the face of good deeds very much, he ate with red face, and kept spitting out the bones from his mouth. The duck cooked by this stupid landlord seemed to be better than grandma's. Well, it tastes really good, next time I will buy another duck to let Iron Rooster Roast.

Anyway, a duck is nothing more than a commission of a flower basket.

Very cheap!

This young master can afford to eat every day!

Shan Xing took out the duck head, "Do you want to eat the duck head?"

Kang Ri glanced at him in disgust, shook his head resolutely, picked up a piece of fat breast meat again with his chopsticks, and ate it contentedly.

Shanxing happily gnawed on the duck head. After gnawing all the bits and pieces, he finally revealed the small duck head. With a light bite, the walnut-sized duck brain inside was exposed. Pick it up with chopsticks, delicious The smooth and tender duck brain was eaten into the stomach.

Really delicious!
The essence of a duck is all in this idea!
Immediately afterwards, Kang Ri continued to make meat, while Shan Xing gnawed on the neck, claws, and wings. The atmosphere between the two was extremely harmonious.

Young Master Kang: What a fool, if you don't know how to eat meat, you only gnaw bones.

Shanxing: Sure enough, he is a foolish and rich second generation, and these are the most valuable things on a duck!
The two worked together to finish the duck, and then drank a bowl of refreshing vegetable and tofu soup. Kang Ri also made two bowls of white rice, and then burped loudly in unison.

"Let's make this duck tomorrow!" Master Kang asked.

Shan Xing gave him a blank look, he is really a young master who doesn't know how to live, a big meal, of course, can only be eaten once every ten days and half a month, can eating every day be called a big meal?

"Funds are limited, and we can only eat once a month at most."

Kang Ri threw the paper towel for wiping grease into the pile of bones on the table and raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect this iron rooster to be willing to pluck out a small tail hair, but he, Young Master Kang, did not care about this meal!
"Let me reimburse the duck money." Young Master Kang took a red ticket very boldly, "Two duck money, and the rest is tips!"

When Shanxing saw the red ticket, she stretched out her hand involuntarily, and when she held the money in her hand, she was a little shy, and put the money back on the table reluctantly.

Kang Ri scoffed, an iron cock who wants money!
"Did you win the lottery?" No wonder Shanxing thought this way, he was still worrying about finding a job a few days ago, now he has become a rich man?
Kang Ri took out a toothpick and picked the shreds of meat between his teeth comfortably. He was very comfortable, and snorted again when he heard this.

"I got a raise, a duck is nothing more than a flower basket, it's drizzle!"

Kang Ri said it didn't matter, but his face was shining brightly, "I'm so good, come and praise me!" ' expression.

Shan Xing's almond eyes widened as he wished, and his mouth was formed into an O shape. Kang Ri's little heart was instantly satisfied, even more comfortable than drinking ice water in summer, Shan Xing's willow figure with only 70 points actually made him look It's a bit cute.

The silly landlord is actually quite cute!

Isn't that round face the legendary steamed stuffed bun face?

I heard it is still very popular now!
Shanxing couldn't take it anymore, 40 yuan for a duck is just a commission for a flower basket?

"How many flower baskets can you collect in one night?"

"I just went there, and I don't know anyone well, maybe five or six in one night!" Kang Ri modestly stabbed the silly landlord's fragile heart with one knife.

Barely five or six?
That's more than 200 yuan, more than her daily salary plus extra money!
Shanxing held his wounded heart and asked weakly, "Then how much is your salary for one night?"

"Not much, not much, barely 500 yuan, it's drizzle!" Kang Ri flew over with a little Li flying knife again, and Shanxing's heart completely collapsed.

Kang Ri was taken aback by the silly landlord's dying appearance. Could it be that he had a heart attack because he couldn't bear the blow?
With such a poor ability to bear, how can you be a profiteer?
Father Kang's famous saying: To become a successful profiteer, the most important thing is to have a strong psychological quality. Even if the opposite is your mother and father, you must kill what you have to do, and there will be no mercy!
"Are you okay?" Kang Ri asked cautiously.

Shanxing quickly calculated in his mind, the salary is 500 yuan for one night, and the flower basket commission is 200 yuan, so one night is 700 yuan, one month is 37 yuan, one year is 37 yuan, and there is still [-] yuan after deducting the fraction!
The down payment for a house is enough!

Singing makes so much money, so what kind of beads does she wear?

"Kang Ri, how about I go to sing too?" Shan Xing excitedly grabbed Kang Ri's sleeve, his eyes sparkling.

Too exciting?

Where has all the self-knowledge gone?

Kang Ri cast a disdainful glance at Shan Xing, and said unequivocally, "It's not that bad, with your elephant legs, bucket waist, flat front and back, big pancake face, and that broken gong, who is going to do it?" Hear you sing? Ghost?"

Shanxing lowered his head and looked at his Baozi figure. Although he was a little fatter, it shouldn't be as bad as he said, right?
"It's okay, I only weigh 110 pounds, and my waist is not thick, only two feet one." He argued for his figure.

It's just that the opposite is Young Master Kang who has no gentlemanly demeanor and a poisonous tongue.

"I'm 182 and I'm only 140 Jin. How tall are you? Do you have 160?"

"I'm 162, I'm over 160." Shanxing jumped up, his cheeks puffed up with anger, but he looked more and more like a meat bun.

"It doesn't matter if you are 162 or 160, it is absolutely impossible to make money from singing with your broken voice!"

If everyone can earn money by singing, then how can he be a song god?
Shan Xing was abused by Kang Ri to the point where he tidied up the bowls and chopsticks despondently, different from the previous spirit!
Alas, a broad way to make money was blocked before it started!

Or obediently wear beads!
Dad is right, you have to abide by your duty, and you must never force money that is not your own!

It seems that the way God arranged for her to make money is to wear beads!

Seeing the landlord who was different from the usual vigor, Kang Ri felt a little strange. Could it be that he was too straightforward just now?
The eldest brother taught him that you can't tell the truth to a woman, you have to wrap it in several layers of beautiful wrapping paper before you can tell it.

For example, the eldest brother always praises that grandma is only 50 years old and mother is only 30 years old. Obviously, grandma is over 70 and mother is over 50, but grandma and mother like to hear it very much, and they laugh from ear to ear every time.

Well, I heard that being in a bad mood can affect your cooking skills, so for his future feast, why don't he wrap a few layers of wrapping paper too!

Kang Ri will never admit that he couldn't bear it before!

He cleared his throat and said against his will: "Actually, you are not that bad. Although you are a little fatter, your skin is not bad. Although your face is a little flatter, your facial features are fine. It’s a little bit, but some songs should still be suitable for you to sing.”

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