I am determined to become a beautiful wife for the sake of food

Although I didn't reply a single word to the message my master sent me, my master is still harassing me tirelessly. He asked me to express my thoughts on becoming an Internet celebrity, and he also wanted me to be the housekeeper for him.

【Today at 12:47】

Master: Is Xiao Jiang here? Is Xiao Jiang here?Don't play dead, I know you're online!Give me the whole room!The id of my station D is "It's raining heavily", hurry up!Let me also experience the feeling of being an Internet celebrity live room manager!

I really couldn't stand it and returned him a row of ellipses.

【Today at 11:48】

I:……

Master: Whoa!I knew you were online!Hurry up hurry up!Hurry up!I can't wait for it to be spicy!

Master: Sudden Appearance.jpg

Me: What does your id mean?

Master: /blush/blush/blush, you don't even know this?

Me: Pandaren Scratching His Head.jpg

Master: Hey, this is a meme

Master: Cough, cough, it’s raining heavily, is it big brother?

I:? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Me: The old man in the subway looks at his mobile phone.jpg

Me: black question mark.jpg

Sure enough, a person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea cannot be measured... I never thought that Comrade Tang Xinhua, the handsome elder sister of the neighborhood committee, would be so coquettish on the Internet.

I didn't plan to watch his performance anymore, so I replied "I'll come to the store to clean you up tomorrow", and then I went to the bedside table and drank the already cold bowl of porridge. different.

As expected of Song Ziping, this porridge tastes good.

While drinking, I cleared all the messages on WeChat.

I specially replied to Sister Li with a "cat begging for mercy.gif" emoticon package, hoping that her adults will have a lot, and let the small ones go.

At this time, there was a "bang" sound outside, and I ran out with my slippers on and an empty bowl, and it turned out that Song Ziping came back with the ingredients!

"What did you buy? What are you going to eat later?" I had already come out of the frustration just now, I recovered my strength and ran over to take the plastic bag from Song Ziping's hand.

I put the plastic bag on the chopping board in the kitchen, opened it very curiously, and saw that it pointed to rabbits. After changing his shoes, Song Ziping walked up and said to me: "Today I will make you a dry pot rabbit."

I said excitedly: "Put more peppers, and I want potatoes and vermicelli as side dishes!"

Song Ziping couldn't help laughing, he seemed to twitch his head suddenly and said to me: "Shouldn't you say that rabbits are so cute, how can you eat rabbits?"

I gave him a blank look: "What strange script did you read, am I like that? Is there any conflict between the cuteness of the rabbit and its deliciousness?"

He touched his nose and said, "Nannan, I was wrong."

I was silent for a while, and said: "I feel like you are getting more and more proficient in saying 'I was wrong'."

Song Ziping was also taken aback for a moment: "It seems to be..."

"These are not important, I'm hungry, you come and get ready to cook, I'm going to peel potatoes and wash vegetables!" After I finished speaking, I pushed him to the cutting board, and then handed him the apron hanging on the side. I can't wait to put it on him right away so that he can start cooking in the next second.

Hey, why does it feel like our communication is either in bed, in the kitchen, or occasionally in his car. Is this the way new human (pseudo) couples communicate?

Song Ziping may also have noticed that I was really hungry. After putting on the apron and washing his hands, he began to process rabbits and other ingredients, while I squatted next to the trash can and started peeling potatoes.

He was busy with his work, and I was busy with mine. The two exchanged a few words occasionally, and when it was time to start cooking, Song Ziping kicked me out again and asked me to watch TV for a while and have a rest.

I had nothing to do at the moment, so I opened Station D to see how many fans I had. If I didn’t see it, I wouldn’t know. When I saw it, I was almost so scared that I didn’t take a breath and just passed over.

Didn't I only have a few thousand fans before, why did I have 5 fans today?I didn't do anything after thinking about it... Could it be that the company bought me fans?

It can't be that I got a lot of fans because of my drinking in the live broadcast yesterday, or because I was on the trending search?

These tens of thousands of zombie fans are not cheap, right?

With such doubts, I clicked into my homepage. The latest news on the homepage was the live broadcast preview I released before the live broadcast yesterday. I remember that there were only more than 100 replies before. Why did I see more than 100 replies today and it became more than 5000?

Is it possible to buy fans and send comments?Then this service is too in place.

With my head full of question marks, I clicked into the comment area to have a look: Ho!Good guy, it turned out that all the people who went up came to knock me and Song Ziping's cp fans!

It's no wonder that Sister Li's anger came up quickly and dissipated quickly this time, but this time it actually boosted Song Ziping and I's live broadcast of selling corrupt business!

Most of those comments urged me to hurry up the live broadcast, and even PS said that it would be best to bring my housekeeper and two people to live broadcast together.Some asked me to post yesterday's live broadcast, and some even started discussing the name of Song Ziping and I's cp?

These people are really terrifying...

But why do they all acquiesce that I am inferior?As a cultured person who has made up for rotten learning, I clearly know that the one with the cp name at the end is the one below gay!And that group of people also gave Song Ziping some weird nicknames, such as "Housekeeper Ouba", "the most handsome housekeeper", and the most outrageous thing is that everyone who calls him "husband" has come...

I was stunned, and my jaw was almost dislocated by the imagination of this group of people and the excitement.

Fortunately, Song Ziping's dry pot of rabbit meat was also ready at this time, so I didn't have to be obsessed with those strange speeches anymore, and I could happily sit at the dinner table and eat rabbit meat.

For me, a waste who is eating and waiting to die, eating is like sleeping is a rare happy time of the day, and eating delicious meals makes people even happier!

Song Ziping chewed slowly at the dinner table, he ate very slowly every time, and I was his antonym.Every time I eat, I feel so anxious as if someone is whipping me from behind and urging me to eat faster. In my mother's words, I am "the reincarnation of a starving ghost".

But Song Ziping always said that when I eat, it tastes very delicious. I don’t understand how to taste the fragrance when other people eat. It can only be understood that because of my beauty, the food is also added with a buff that looks more delicious. .

Could it be that he is thinking that I am good enough to eat?

I was running around in my head again, thinking that since I signed that contract, I've never been the same.In the past, I would never care about what the same sex thinks of me. For a straight man like me, any boy can be a brother.

But now I know that boys can not only be brothers, but also ahem...a wife.

Seeing that I stopped chopsticks, Song Ziping couldn't help being a little concerned. He asked me, "Is it because today's dry pot is not delicious? Nannan, why don't you pick up vegetables?"

I woke up from my stupor after being asked such a question, and I quickly replied: "It's delicious, it's just that I was in a daze just now and thought about something else."

He picked a piece of meat for me and said, "What's the matter?"

In a hurry, I found a topic and replied to him: "I was wondering just now, is the boy who met you yesterday gay?"

Seeing Song Ziping obviously stunned, with a surprised expression on his face, I couldn't stop howling in my heart: Isn't it?My straight man da really works?

Song Ziping asked me: "How did you see Nannan? I probably haven't told you..."

I bit the bullet and made up a reason: "Hahaha... Didn't you say that he is a fashion designer? Didn't you say that nine out of ten men in the fashion industry are gay? I'll just make a random guess..."

He nodded blankly and said, "Oh, I thought you..."

"What do you think of me?"

I looked at him and shook his head, gave me another piece of meat and said:

"Nothing, let's eat."

……hateful!Why do I always feel that this person in front of me is definitely hiding something from me!

Is this also the sixth sense of straight men at work?

[Question, what should I do if I always feel that my cohabitant is hiding some little secret from me? 】

[Fucked him (no), if it’s not a big problem, I suggest you ask him directly, otherwise you have to investigate privately or enter his dream to spy on him? 】