99 strokes of quick time travel to guide male gods

Chapter 141 The boss is messing around in my live broadcast room ([-])
You are my scenery: After that, I also went very well at work. I couldn’t negotiate two orders in the past month. In the past six months, I can get [-] or [-] orders every month. I was promoted five months ago. I became a team leader with a salary increase, and I was promoted to a minister yesterday! (I'm a fan of Baby's drama!)
The comments just stopped here, and Lin Baoyi happened to look up at the comments, and when he saw the stars and you are my scenery, he smiled and said:

"Laughing eyes always bring good luck! This is also your own hard work! Opportunities never neglect those who are prepared!"

The other 4000-plus comments flashed by.

On the other side of the phone, a certain young girl held the phone and muttered to herself, "Opportunities don't neglect those who are prepared!"

She is a girl with low education and suffered from a patriarchal family. She was still hesitating just now whether to give the money earned from working this year to her elder brother and younger brother to study.

"It's a pity that it's not you who accompanied me to the end..." When she saw the caller ID, her hands couldn't help shaking, it was her father.

"Hi", she didn't bother to call Dad.

"This year your elder brother is going to get married, so you'll get 30 back! I told your fucking mother earlier that you won't be allowed to go to junior high school, what kind of books are girls going to study! Isn't this a waste of money? Going out of junior high school is not a piece of shit! It's useless!" Her father's furious voice was on the other end of the phone.

She still has one month to go, and has been working for three years. Many small places are very dark, and child labor is cheap. It costs 800 yuan a month, or more than 1000 yuan a month at most.

30... She is also a child, where can she get so much money?
Since the death of her mother, the only one with any conscience at all, when she was 15 years old, her life has become even more difficult.

"30 yuan, even my elder brother can't earn it. Where can I earn it as a girl? Besides, I still need medical treatment!" The girl said, tears streaming down her face.

When I was young, the chicken legs belonged to my elder brother and my second brother, and the two chicken feet belonged to my younger brother. If my mother secretly gave her a chicken butt to eat, my father would always grab her and hit my head against the wall.

Therefore, she never dared to get dirty.

It was always her brother and younger brothers who ate well, while she watched from the side.

Due to long-term malnutrition, he suffered from anorexia.

However, she still has to work. Only by working can she have money for medical treatment, and only by working can she have money to continue her studies.

"I won't give it, I won't give it a penny, you should die!", that was the hard-earned money she had exchanged for her health.

"You cheap girl, your wings are stiff! Why didn't you die in a car accident outside? I can still get some compensation, so what's the point of raising you!"

The girl cut off the phone.

She took a car overnight to go to where Lin Baoyi was cooking delicious food. She also secretly saved money for medical treatment, but it seemed to be of no use.

She wants to see if the Chiblog on her fan can cure her anorexia, which is called rushing to the doctor.

Lin Baoyi didn't know that he accidentally saved a life and would lead to a marriage.

The results of the competition were brought to the judges' table, and the judges, who were used to eating all kinds of delicacies, became extremely picky in their tastes.

Public judges give eight or nine points more, while professional judges give two or three points at most, and the full score is ten.

There are five judges in total.

One of the female judges, who was a bit fat and had a mole between her eyebrows, directly mentioned the work of the chef who competed in front of Lin Baoyi.

"You, Feng Chaohuang, have a good presentation! The taste is also good. Cooking is about taste, but food is about taste."

(End of this chapter)