After a debt of 100 million, the poisonous tongue went crazy and killed people on the live broadcast

Chapter 12 Live broadcast of washing dishes

The familiar style gave some netizens who watched the live broadcast a strange sense of satisfaction.

As the live broadcast camera moved and was fixed, netizens saw Feng Yin wearing a pair of yellow rubber gloves, and in front of him was a pool of water more than five meters long.

[Is the bet still counting?I came here on purpose to add, just to see you lose. 】

[Frequent live broadcasts, you must make money, even the low-quality wind whores will have this day, they deserve it! 】

[I'm paying attention to Miss Fengyin! 】

"A sure-win bet naturally counts."

"I don't know the quality of this person. If I meet the strong, I will be strong. Is it right for you... It doesn't cost a penny."

"Thank you, cutie, for showing you my heart."

Feng Yin, who was wearing gloves, compared her heart smoothly, and heard her shouting in the next second:

"Come to live! Come to live!"

"Crash-" The sound of porcelain colliding in the plastic box.

"That's my job, washing dishes."

"I choose to calculate the money by the quantity. Generally speaking, the money is calculated by the day or the hour. After the brush is finished, someone will check it. If it is not clean, the money will be deducted."

"There are a lot of hotels that hold events like wedding banquets and the workload is heavy at this time, and they will hire temporary workers."

"If you want to work but can't find a way, you can give it a try."

"I have limited time, work more and talk less."

Large white plastic boxes were filled with greasy plates. There were three boxes in total, placed at Feng Yin's feet.

Feng Yin didn't waste any time. She took advantage of the small amount of time before the dinner started to work.

The money is definitely not much, but what she wants is heat.

Enduring the hunger in his stomach, Feng Yin took out a stack of plates and put them into the sink.

[Is there anything to see when washing the dishes.But yes, as a person who doesn't know anything, he can do this kind of activity. 】

【boring! 】

"Bo heat, at least I am qualified to blog, and your sour grapes are useless."

"It's up to me whether it's boring or not!"

After saying a word, Feng Yin took the plate with his left hand and wiped it with his right hand, very ordinary movements.

But next second...

The first plate slid over the pool like a float, so fast that everyone in the live broadcast room closed their eyes.

[Sick!The plate is going to be smashed! 】

[Who can throw away the dishes!Feng Yin, you pay too much attention to Bo! 】

Just as the barrage was full of curses, the plate that was about to hit the edge of the pool spun back.

It's like an obedient boomerang, coming back in happy circles!
Next, there was a "ghost collision" scene in the pool.

Fengyin wipes, throws, the water floats over and spins back.

Every plate or bowl that came back was caught by Feng Yin with one hand, and she threw it casually, forming a round and full parabola in the air.

With a "plop", the plate fell obediently and steadily into the next cleaning pool, and slowly floated forward.

The plates that fell from behind flew down again, the latter one against the previous one, and the rinsed plates lined up neatly at the edge, waiting for the owner to take them away.

If there is a later stage, small arms must be painted on the plate, and they waved and shouted: Master, we will wait for you obediently!

[This picture... is quite explosive! 】

[Mom asked me what I was watching, I said washing dishes, my mother didn't believe it, now she is watching it with me! 】

[Fuck, I'm already tired of saying the word, I can only offer my knees! 】

Feng Yin smiled confidently at the camera, his eyebrows raised, his hands kept moving, and his mouth was not idle either.

"I suggest that everyone not try it lightly. It still hurts to hit someone with my mother's rolling pin."

"I have to complete ten boxes of work. The task is heavy and the time is tight... The most important thing is that I haven't eaten yet!"

In the last sentence, Feng Yin said it very sadly, and the movements in his hands became faster.

(End of this chapter)