Cheng Liuli took a look at the huge plate of orange-red hairy crabs. It was spring now, not the season for crabs, and it was the first time she had crabs for breakfast in Leng Yu's house.
No matter how you think about it, it seems like Ling Shalu was deliberately trying to trick her.
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He raised his teeth and smiled, "Miss Ling, my main task these two days is to clean the toilet. Do you really want my toilet-cleaning hands to peel crabs for you?"
Ling Sha smiled charmingly, "It doesn't matter, you peel it off and I'll feed it to 'Berry'."
Taking a glance, Ling Shalu was holding a snow-white Persian cat in her arms. The cat's eyes were almost transparent and looked very strange. It squinted at her indifferently, seeming to exude a faint contempt, like
An animal version of a wizard.
It seems that the so-called "Berry" is this wizard cat.
Not wanting to have any more conflicts with these two bitches, I stepped forward, stood by the dining table, lowered my head and peeled them off one by one.
Crabs are not in season, so they are all very thin and not fat at all. Peeling the crab meat is extremely laborious, especially those crab claws with very sharp teeth. When the tenth crab was peeled off, Cheng Liuli's fingers
It was already unbearable to see, with traces of blood dripping out.
Cheng Liuli endured the pain and finished peeling. Here, Ling Shalu and Yesi Luo had also finished their breakfast.
Ling Shalu turned her gaze over and looked at the plate of crab meat piled as high as a hill. She picked it up, put it to her nose and sniffed it. Her petal-like lips opened, "It's dirty!"
With these two understatement words, a plate full of crab meat rushed towards Cheng Liuli's face!
Cheng Liuli was caught off guard and was splashed in the face. The greasy crab roe slid down her face, leaving messy spots on her white sweater.
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Cheng Liuli's panic only lasted for a second. The next moment, her body movements were far faster than her brain thinking - she reached out and grabbed a glass of milk lying next to her, and threw it at Ling Shalu!
Of course the milk is hot. Although breakfast has been eaten, the glass of milk cannot be called scalding, but the temperature is definitely not low. It is above 60 or 70 degrees.
Hearing Ling Shalu scream, she quickly covered her face and howled repeatedly, "Help! Killer! Disfigured!! Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo, please save me..."
Yesuluo raised his eyes and glanced at Cheng Liuli. His cold eyes were expressionless and there was no sign of anxiety.
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However, he very calmly directed the servant to get ice cubes, towels, and buy burn ointment.
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Cheng Liuli took advantage of the chaos, picked up the napkin on the table, wiped his face, and went upstairs with the cleaning bucket.
I will not offend others unless they offend me. This is her consistent principle!
Damn it, it’s never too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years. She is not a gentleman, she is just a little woman who lives the most authentic life. Based on this principle of life, in the past eighteen years of her life, she has never held a grudge against anyone. She usually has a grudge.
They were all reported on the spot!
However, Yesi Luo did not punish her for his beloved beauty, which was very surprising to her.
Looking at his meaningless look, he looked like he was sitting on a mountain watching a tiger fight, as if watching two women fighting over him was an extremely comfortable and glorious thing.
If Ling Shalu hadn't repeatedly bullied others too much, she wouldn't have satisfied his perverted mentality!