Chapter 5 The Buddha-figure is not intentional
She hadn't eaten any of these grains for nearly four hundred years, several of which she had never seen before, and she couldn't help but be a little curious.
"It's okay." The old uncle felt that Song Qingyu was a little strange today, but he didn't ask much, but when he saw Song Qingyu standing at the door, he was stunned, pointed to the food that had already been prepared, and said, "Qingyu, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up, serve food to the guests." ”
It turns out that the owner of this body is actually the second child who serves the food? Song Qingyu has always been a cultivation genius, admired, and has cultivated to the Immortal Venerable, she has never been involved in this kind of work of serving tea and delivering water, and now she wants her generation of Immortal Venerable to serve tea and pour water for others?
"Why don't you hurry up, you damn girl? My hands and feet are so slow, why do I owe you food and drink? Li Xiuchun, who had been waiting at the front desk for a long time, walked to the kitchen angrily, and before he got to the place, he saw Song Qingyu standing at the door of the kitchen and didn't go in, seeing that the guests had come for a long time!
Song Qingyu didn't reply, she knew that she was coming when she heard her voice, it was not that she couldn't do this kind of work, she had already ascended to Immortal Venerable, so naturally she wouldn't care about such a trivial matter, and now she stretched out her hand and was about to pick up the pot of vegetables.
"You damn girl, move smartly!" Li Xiuchun casually pulled out a whip and whipped it towards Song Qingyu.
The old uncle in the kitchen quickly closed his eyes, his face unbearable.
Although Song Qingyu has lost his whole body cultivation, the sound of this whip can be heard clearly, and the wind in his ears is blowing.
Just as the whip was about to whip on her thin body, she turned around quickly, holding the whip with precision with her left hand, but throwing all the food out with her right hand.
Coincidentally, it happened to be all splashed on Li Xiuchun's face.
"I'm sorry, but the deity didn't mean to." Song Qingyu smiled contemptuously, his tone arrogant.
Not on purpose? How can it be!
"Hey, Qingyu, you girl, how can you ......" didn't hear the scream in his impression, the old uncle opened his eyes in confusion, and the scene in front of him was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Not only the old uncle, but Li Xiuchun was also full of incredulity, his eyes were round, and he pulled the food on his face with disgust, and immediately scolded, "You, you dead girl!" Get out of the way! You don't want to get this month's salary! ”
"Xiuchun, don't don't, the child is still young, you said you always beat her like this, it's not okay!" The old uncle couldn't stand it, because Song Qingyu was standing with his back to the old uncle at the moment, so the old uncle didn't see Song Qingyu's murderous eyes.
"Lao Wu, cook your meal, don't worry about what you shouldn't be in charge of!" Li Xiuchun threw aside the food on his face, pointed at Song Qingyu and said viciously: "I'll call your mother later, see if your mother doesn't kill you!" ”
Song Qingyu didn't even bother to look at it, she consciously walked towards the road she had just come, it didn't matter, she happened to go!
"Clear rain!"
As soon as Song Qingyu walked to the door, Ming Ke's panting voice sounded behind her, and she turned her head and looked at her in surprise.
"What's the matter with you! How to make Aunt Xiuchun angry! Mingke's tone was anxious, with the food in his hand, obviously running back in a hurry.
"It doesn't matter." Song Qingyu said lightly.
Mingke glanced at the hotel, Li Xiuchun happened to look this way, she hurriedly said: "Call me if there is anything, Aunt Xiuchun will help persuade her!" ”
Song Qingyu nodded, she naturally knew that the girl in front of her had been helping her, she remembered the kindness, she didn't stay anymore, she turned around and left, she has never been a person who likes words.
Mingke looked at Song Qingyu's back, and she didn't know why, she always felt that Song Qingyu had become different from before......