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Chapter 428 Chapter 420 Nine Don't Know Comments, Only Mess

"Holding the steamed bread in my hand, there is not a drop of oil in the dish~"

Half an hour later, on a certain overpass in Shanghai, Ou Yafei and Jiang Chengling huddled in a corner in rags, with a bowl in front of them.

After humming a few words, Ou Yafei couldn't help asking: "Let's just say, can this really bring money?"

"It's been a long time, and no one threw money?"

Jiang Chengling fell to the ground, closed his eyes and meditated, his lips twitched: "When you see a beggar on the street, will you give me money?"

"It depends on the situation." Ou Yafei thought for a while: "I think our plan is a bit flawed."

"what?"

"Look, the money is generally given to poor children or old men and women. I am fat and strong with hands and feet, and most people would not give it." Ou Yafei thought for a while.

"That's different. We're begging for burial, and we usually give some." Jiang Chengling didn't panic at all.

"Shut up, someone is here." Ou Yafei whispered.

Not far away, a young man in his early twenties passed by with his hands in his pockets. He was a little surprised to see Ou Yafei who was begging and Jiang Chengling on the ground.

"Do you have no money to bury?" The man was a little surprised.

Ou Yafei Ababa waved his hands, indicating that he was a deaf-mute, and then pointed to the wooden sign beside him begging for burial.

"Although you pretended to be very good...but this is the magic city." The man said helplessly: "Bringing such a dead person to the overpass with the densest crowd in the urban area, you can do this kind of thing, money is for you How could it be a problem?"

Ou Yafei: "..."

Jiang Chengling, who was holding the corpse on the ground: "..."

Ou Yafei quickly pointed to Jiang Chengling on the ground with a sad expression.

"Is he really dead?" The man knelt down and looked at Jiang Chengling carefully.

His complexion was purple, his lips were black and blue, his teeth were turned out, and his whole body felt stiff and uncoordinated.

The man was also a bold one. He put his hand in front of Jiang Chengling's nose for a while, and then looked at Ou Yafei with some sympathy: "It's true that he passed away. I'm a medical student, so I can't make a mistake."

"However... why do I think the old man looks so familiar?"

"I seem to have seen it somewhere... but I can't remember... where did it come from?"

Ou Yafei: "..."

Jiang Chengling: "..."

The two were a little panicked. Because Ou Yafei and Su Ying often showed their faces in the live broadcasts, although they were not as popular as Bai Yuzhu as a celebrity, they still had millions of fans.

Not to mention Jiang Chengling, one of the top capable people in the country.

In terms of combat effectiveness alone, apart from Su Ying, this is the only one in the country, and the photo is on the official website of the association. Anyone who has a little understanding of the society of capable people knows this person.

However, Jiang Chengling at this time is indeed somewhat difficult to recognize. After all, the old man pretended to be dead... No, he is a dead person, and his state when he is "alive" is still somewhat different from his usual state.

But no one would have imagined that a person of this status would beg here, or pretend to be dead...

At the same time, on the other side, Bai Yuzhu came to a western restaurant in Shanghai, and approached the owner of the restaurant with acquaintance.

The owner of the restaurant is Bailu's friend, a well-maintained woman in her 40s. She chatted with Bai Yuzhu for a while, and when she heard that Bai Yuzhu was doing a show, she immediately showed a strong interest.

"Miss Bai, do you know the owner of the restaurant?" The photographer couldn't help reminding: "The rules say that without a summoning card, you can't ask acquaintances for help."

Bai Yuzhu smiled: "I'm here to apply for a job as a chef. Although I came here by self-recommendation, this can't be regarded as asking for help, right?"

The accompanying photographers and staff were a little surprised, and a young photographer couldn't help asking: "Do you know how to cook?"

"What? Surprised?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Bai Yuzhu conveys to outsiders the impression of a rich daughter, a rich lady, and the life of a princess.

She lives in a castle, drives a luxury car, and is served by maids and dark elf maids in her life. There is also an amusement park at home, and the daily live broadcast is also playing games, watching jokes, and tasting food.

As for family background, both Su Changyun and Bai Lu are wealthy businessmen, and their younger brother is the strongest creature in the world.

Girls who can't think of such conditions can cook, and are so confident in their skills that they dare to apply for jobs in such high-end western restaurants.

Many people think that Western food is simple, even rough, nothing delicious, and pure IQ tax.

In fact, this is not the case. Although some western restaurants are expensive and the craftsmanship is quite sloppy, there are indeed chefs with superb cooking skills.

Seeing everyone's astonishment, Bai Yuzhu couldn't help laughing, and decided to show everyone a little trick.

Soon, Bai Yuzhu grilled a few steaks and put them on three plates for the two photographers and the female assistant assigned by the program group.

The two photographer brothers were a little at a loss, neither of them knew how to use a knife and fork, so Bai Yuzhu simply helped them cut it.

"Hoho, the steak made by the eldest lady of the blood clan, the steak cut by herself." The photographer brother smiled and said: "I can brag about this awesome for a lifetime."

"Such a precious steak..." Another photographer was a bit older, with a solemn face, holding a knife and fork: "Be careful, don't be rude, by the way, who is holding a knife?"

Bai Yuzhu laughed, "Whatever you want is fine."

"Didn't it mean that this thing is exquisite?" The photographer smiled: "The main reason is that I am afraid of going out and losing face."

"That refers to dinner. Except for some very serious and important occasions, you don't need to care about it." Bai Yuzhu said: "Actually, there are more rules on our Chinese dinner table. Don't you think no one follows them?"

"Su Ying once said something, which I think makes sense. Food is meant for enjoyment. If you pursue form too much, it will only lose its original meaning. Putting the cart before the horse, this way of eating is not a meal at all, but a social occasion. And such an excellent If the delicious food is used as an embellishment for entertainment, it is a waste of money."

"President Su said this?" The photographer was surprised: "It doesn't feel like he can say such a thing..."

"Actually, that guy lives a more transparent life than anyone else. He always eats steak with his hands, and he even sucks his fingers at the end." Bai Yuzhu smiled: "Besides, what he said was not very nice, I'm repeating it. Processed."

Everyone: "..."

"Wow, it's delicious!" The photographer took a bite of the steak and couldn't help but marvel: "It's so delicious!"

As he said that, his face collapsed: "Sorry, Miss Bai, my education level is average, I don't know how to comment, I can only call me stupid."

Bai Yuzhu: "..."

Fortunately, because Bai Yuzhu's culinary skills have been proved, Bai Yuzhu's act of being a chef in a restaurant was also acquiesced by the program team.

At the same time, on the other side, the young man finally remembered where he had seen Jiang Chengling's old face. He stared at Jiang Chengling, lost in thought.

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