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138: A cup of pouring (seeking monthly pass)(1/2)

Pei Ye was furious when he saw it.

She couldn't bear to bully Azai, why should she let this game bully?

Isn’t it just a salary? She krypton!

She made a million from the director a while ago, and she still had some savings in her account, but she could still feel wronged?

"Good boy, we won't work anymore, my dad will raise you!"

Can she still starve her own cub?

I really don’t know what my friend was thinking about making the game, and he abused his minors so much.

Pei Ye's persuasion is doomed to fail.

Because the system jumped out of the red banner warning.

[Players are advised not to hinder the career aspirations of the baby]

Pei Ye: “…”

[Players are advised to understand one thing - even a family man needs a stable source of work and income]

Pei Ye: “…”

Azai is still a minor!!!

When Pei Ye was studying how to complain about the game, Azai prepared supper.

Boiled cabbage in water, egg flower wonton soup, fried eggs, this is today's dinner.

Looking at the little days when Azai worked hard but still had a hard life, and then looking at the piles of crayfish debris and scattered beer bottles on the table, Pei Ye came up with wine, and without saying a word, he gave the game a dozen or so 648, clicked on the game mall, and swept the seafood and rare birds with his merits.

She stuffed Azai's refrigerator full.

When Azai heard something strange in the kitchen, he put down the bowls and chopsticks and took a look.

Pei Ye’s message was posted on the refrigerator.

【My baby only eats delicacies and no hardshipsヾ(?ω?`.)】

Pei Ye bought a few kilograms of crayfish from the mall.

The night market king crayfish, the night snack without crayfish is soulless.

Pei Ye called the boss over.

"Boss, help me make a meal of crayfish. I'll give it to my cubs. I've prepared the ingredients. Thank you for your hard work."

Which restaurant owner doesn’t like a big eater like Pei Ye, except for the owner of a cafeteria?

"Okay, what flavor do you want?"

The boss came over to record with the menu.

Some customers buy crayfish that are fatter and more delicious, and they will use them for cooking at night market stalls, and only need to pay a certain processing fee.

“Where is your crayfish?”

Pei Ye handed the phone to the boss, and the boss was a little confused.

After explanation, the boss realized that crayfish was a game material.

boss:"……"

"This game is very realistic. You can operate the game as you usually do it." Pei Ye said, "The processing fee will not be less than yours."

Money can make the devil push the mill, and it can also allow the night market stall chef to make sauce-flavored crayfish in the game.

After making crayfish, the chef also heard Pei Ye muttering to his cell phone.

"Crayfish with beer is a great choice, but Azai is not yet an adult and cannot drink alcohol yet."

After making sauce-flavored crayfish, the chef muttered to the boss.

"There are all kinds of weird things these days."

"Normal, didn't there any man call four wild men a while ago? "

Paper people can be husbands, why can’t they be sons?

It's no wonder!

"Cub, is it delicious?"

Azai's eggshells were silently red.

It didn't finish eating the crayfish, and the remaining half of the quilt was covered with plastic wrap and stuffed into the refrigerator to keep it fresh. It will be heated in the microwave tomorrow.

After being busy for more than an hour, Azai finished writing his diary and reading today's books before going to bed.

The rules of life are so outrageous that veteran cadres are.

Pei Ye looked at the pink egg covered with a pink quilt on the bed, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Good night, cub."

It's not bad to raise such a caring and cute little thing.

Fengdu, the building of Emperor Tiancheng.

The Emperor of Fengdu listened to the report of the Seventy-Two Divisions without expression on his face.

Although ghosts are not afraid of sudden death when working overtime, the emperor is not unkind and will say that the meeting will be broken as soon as time comes.

The ghosts breathed a sigh of relief, sorted out their documents and went to the building cafeteria to have a midnight snack.

Only after taking midnight snacks to replenish the yin energy can they have the energy to cope with the high-intensity overtime pressure from the Emperor of Fengdu.

The Emperor has his own small kitchen and rarely appears in the canteen.

Today is no exception.

Imperial kitchen called to ask what the emperor wanted to eat for a midnight snack.

The Emperor was silent for a few breaths.

"Are there crayfish?"

“Yes, what flavor do you want?”

“Sauce-flavored.”

Suddenly I really want to eat crayfish.

The Emperor paused and added.

"With beer, you must have beer!"

When the meeting began, the Seventy-Two Divisions knew that their emperor had drunk.

"Who gave the Emperor a drink?"

Cui Jue's grimace was a little broken.

All the Seventy-Two Sessions know that their emperor cannot drink alcohol, and he cannot get drunk!

because--

"Ha--so sleepy, where is this?"

The three-headed baby with a panda doll was holding a panda doll and slumped on the dragon throne of the Emperor. His fat little face was filled with two drunken bodies.

He looked at the ghosts with watery eyes, looking harmless.

Harmless!

The Emperor had just taken office, and the Seventy-Two Divisions welcomed the Emperor.

They persuaded them to drink a drink without knowing it, but the emperor poured one and demolished the old version of Emperor Tianzi City!

The Tianzicheng Building has not been completed and put into use for many years and cannot be demolished again.

"Well--Your Majesty, this is the building of the Emperor City."

"Where is the building of Emperor Tianzi City?"

The baby who was transformed into the emperor looked at Cui Jue with a confused look on his face.

Cui Jue carefully coaxed him.

"The Emperor's City Building is your home."

Can't be dismantled!

"oh."

The white lotus-like arms hugged the panda doll in his arms, looking pitiful and helpless.

The Seventy-Two Divisions who witnessed the grand occasion of that year: "..."

A little unreal!

Compared to the last nightmare, this time the emperor is much more obedient. He doesn't make noise or make trouble or break up his house with his bare hands, and his whole body is well-behaved.
To be continued...
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