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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Who Plans Who 1

Looking at the mess all over the ground, Yan Qiqi clenched her fists again, anger rising in her heart.

However, it soon calmed down.

Forget it, let's give in first, why did she accidentally fall into a trap and have someone plot against her?

Yan Qiqi began to take care of the broken dishes and leftovers in the room.

After her repeated cleaning, the house was tidy and there was not a single flaw in it.

Then, go out and ask that bastard to come check it out.

Yin Tianjue walked around the room, his sharp eyes constantly scanning, looking for deficiencies everywhere.

Finally, he fixed on the small window, pointed to the wooden grid above, and said quietly: "There is dust on it outside. If it is not clean, clean it again."

Looking where he pointed, Yan Qiqi's face suddenly darkened.

She discovered that there was a tiny bit of dust outside the window, which could not be found without looking carefully. Moreover, it was outside the ship, so it had no impact on the house at all.

Damn it! This is obviously nitpicking.

Yan Qiqi squeezed the rag in her hand tightly, as if she was squeezing Yin Tianjue, and squeezed out the water on the rag and dripped it on the floor.

"Hey, water got on the floor, wipe it again." Yin Tianjue completely ignored the expression of a certain woman who was about to get angry, and still picked up the thorn.

Seeing that she was still standing there, he smiled charmingly and said: "Little slave, I advise you to clean up quickly. If you haven't finished cleaning after dinner, don't say that I abused the slave, haha...

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With such a little slave to play with, the five or six days at sea will not be boring.

Yin Tianjue laughed and walked out, leaving Yan Qiqi standing there and staring.

Damn it, when had she ever experienced such cowardice?

Angry, Yan Qiqi kicked the wooden basin in front of her to the ground, and all the water inside spilled out and flowed all over the floor.

Looking at the water on the ground, Yan Qiqi slapped her forehead depressedly. She was really asking for trouble.

I had to continue mopping the floor and cleaning the door.

By the time she finished cleaning thoroughly, it was already dark and it was long past dinner time, and her stomach began to growl.

The dry food I bought was also taken away by that nasty guy, so I had to look for food elsewhere.

There was a single room on the ship that was used as a kitchen. When she entered, others had already cleaned the pots and dishes, and there were still meals available there.

I scanned this small single room with my eyes and found that there were quite a few ingredients here.

There are fish, shrimp, vegetables, etc., as well as rice and noodles.

In the past, when she had nothing to do, she would occasionally think about how to make food at home. The food she made was no worse than those of the chefs, but she was usually lazy and didn't like to cook.

With the ingredients, her dinner is not yet at hand.

However, she didn't know how to make a fire, so she turned to the kitchen master who was busy and said, "Master, can you come over and help me light a fire?"

The chef stopped what he was doing and looked embarrassed, "I'm really sorry. Your Majesty has already told me not to let me cook for you, so I'm afraid it's not possible to light a fire. Your Majesty will definitely punish me then."

Yan Qiqi frowned, curled her lips and said, "Forget it, I don't need you anymore."

Damn stinky man, he obviously wants to starve her.

Do you really think that she is a soft persimmon? I just want to make a fire, but I don’t believe that I can stump her.

So, Yan Qiqi started to make her own dinner. She first processed the ingredients.


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