The sturdy little chef

Chapter 100
When I lifted my foot and walked in, a burst of fat powder came in my nostrils. It was not strong, but it was clear and faint.

The Ruanyanlou is a high-end brothel. The people who come to the door are not dignitaries or nobles, they are either rich or expensive, so the whole decoration is very elegant and smart.

There is no imagination, as soon as you enter the door, there are countless beautiful women rushing up.

A stunning mother who still had the charm came down and took the person directly to the elegant room upstairs.

In the private room, a warm and fragrant light pink cigarette skirt, standing in front of the easel, holding a paintbrush in one hand and the sleeve corner in the other, tilting his head slightly, he is painting, and there is an endless charm of his own. Young Master Qi, holding the paint and standing aside waiting, looks like he is intoxicated and doesn't know his way back!
Well, that's how it feels, chess, calligraphy and painting, wonderful brushwork produces flowers.

The peerless beauty, there are more brothels, one is rich, the other is time, and the third is that there are people to support, study skills hard, once you are a teacher, and you will move the capital when the flowers bloom!
There are so many rich and leisurely noble sons in the capital, so the career of this brothel is definitely getting more and more prosperous!

Looking at my mother's oily and smooth skin, I know that I have made a lot of money!

The little boss's thinking is glowing, Yuan Yang is jealous!The most painful thing in my life is to see a business opportunity and be one step ahead of others.

As soon as Wu Dashao came up, he leaned over to Nuanxiang and smelled it, his face intoxicated, "The smell of Nuanxiang is getting better and better!"

How did this man come?Smell as soon as he comes up, is he a dog!In other words, why didn't I find Wu Da so disgusting before!
Su Qi slashed him far away with one palm, glared at him, and said wrongly, "Don't move your hands, feet and mouth, Xiangxiang is painting!"

"Yo, it's on the guard, I haven't eaten the glass of wine yet, it's poured on my head!" Wu Dashao smiled with a drooling face.

"Go, go, and ask mother to go opposite and call Mengyan and Lanyue over to drink with you." Su Qi was like waving a fly, trying to sway away the big sticky fly, Dashao Wu.

"If you drink and drink, you will know how to drink, and you won't die if you drink it. You copied the ten volumes of the Lotus Sutra that the uncle asked you to copy?" Wu Dashao, which pot can't be opened and lifted, hit Master Qi's sore spot all at once. .

Qi Shao's little white face was instantly wrinkled into a little old man. The words he wrote were as big as an ox. He couldn't write two words on a piece of paper. How to copy them?
I'm depressed, come to Nuanxiang to find some comfort, solve the problem, this kills a thousand knives, the old man will not die, come to mention this again!

"If you say a few words, you will die. I just forgot about it. You just don't understand the big characters, so you copied it?" Su Qi asked in disgust.

"My lord! My lord, I only have a way." Wu Dashao said slowly, and sat on the old man's chair by the window over there. Come and beg me, come and beg me arrogantly. The invisible tail flicked and flicked.

"What can I do? Tell me now." Qi Shao's eyes lit up, and he rushed over, the paint in his hand almost rubbed against Wu Da Shao's face.

Young Master Wu hurriedly dodged for a while, "Put this thing down first, lord's clothes!"

"Okay, I'll put it down, you can say it." Qi Shao handed the paint to the warm and fragrant girl Xiaoxiao.

Ahem, Master Wu pretended to cough twice before he said leisurely, "My way is, don't copy."

Do not copy?Young Master Qi really wanted to take paint and paste his face!Paste him to paralyze the entire Han Chinese table!

Grandma's, don't copy, what kind of a bird's way!

(End of this chapter)