"I'll call you an old woman.
"You are talking nonsense, how am I an old woman," Ye Wei said.
Her hand touched her face uncontrollably, she had been very careful about maintenance, she didn't know how many injections had been given to her face, she believed that her current appearance should be no different from her original appearance.
"Don't touch it, your face is the same as a fake face.
I've been stiffened by the injection.
This kind of fake face can only prove your aging, not your youth, if you are really young, where do you need injections Look at these young ladies around me, everyone's face is very bright, naturally they haven't had a shot, they are called really young.
With their natural youth, can your face be called young when it is so stiff that it is difficult to even make expressions?
No matter how you look at it, she looks like an old woman.
I shouldn't call you an old woman, I should call you grandma, so that I can be polite.
Simba said loudly.
Ye Wei listened to Simba's words, but was almost mad, this child was born to be angry with her, the most important thing is that no matter how vicious this little thing's mouth is, his face is an angelic smile, and that innocent look is completely consistent with his words, deeply tormenting your heart.
It will make you feel that everything he says is true, and when he tells the truth, you have no reason to punish him.
"You, you."
Ye Wei was so angry that her whole body trembled, and she pointed at Simba with her finger, but she couldn't find a word to refute it.
It is true that her face is very stiff because of the injection, and it is difficult to make expressions, and she also went for the injection because she is aging.
She originally used Gu poison to maintain her appearance, but after a long time, she was too poisonous and could no longer use Gu poison to maintain her appearance, so she began to use injections to delay aging.
Apparently she had had taken too many needles, and her face was stiff, as if she was wearing a mask.
"Old woman, are you too old to speak, you stutter, what do you want to say, don't worry, sit down and speak slowly, I have time to listen to you.
After all, I'm still so young, I haven't grown up yet, and I guess I have a few decades to live.
Simba said.
Ye Wei only vomited blood, Simba meant that Simba still had a lot of time to live, but she didn't have much time to live.
"Little thing, do you think I'm going to indulge you forever with such rudeness," Ye Wei asked.
"Of course you won't be pampering me forever, because my mom and dad will come to my rescue soon, and you'll be caught by them.
It seems that you like my grandfather very much, and I see a lot of my grandfather's clones in the villa.
I think my grandfather would have torn you apart if he knew.
Simba said.
Ye Wei heard Simba say Gong Mochen's name, she sneered, "Is your grandfather still destined to dismantle me, your grandfather will soon know how powerful I am."
His reputation will soon be upended by the news and he will become a scumbag known to women and children, and your grandmother will kick him out of the house. ” Simba blinked, not quite understanding Ye Wei's words, after all, he was limited in age and didn't understand the complicated things of adults.
But there was one word he understood, he was a scumbag.
"Why is my grandfather a scumbag, my grandfather's character is very good, and he is also very good to my grandmother, my mommy said, the best man in the world is only my grandfather."
Simba said.
"Hahaha, do you want to know can I tell you, but I'm in a bad mood right now, if you want me to feel better, hurry up and eat, finish all the food in front of you, maybe I can consider telling you something."
Ye Wei said.
"I'd love to finish my meal, too, but they're too bad for me to eat, so you ask them to make me another one."
Simba said.
"You guys go to the chef and make a new one."
Ye Wei ordered a few maids.
"Madam, the chef has tried all kinds of methods, but he can't do what Master Simba wants."
The maid said.
"Then ask the other guards and maids in the villa who can make the meal that Simba has requested, who can make it, and who can be promoted to chef."
Ye Wei said.
"Yes, I'm going to ask and see if anyone can make the meal that Master Simba has requested."
The maid walked out of the room.
When William heard Ye Wei's order, he had already quietly come to the hall on the first floor and stood here waiting for the maid to come over.
"Where are you going in such a hurry, has that difficult young master eaten?"
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William saw the maid coming over, and he immediately greeted him and asked.
The maid shook her head, "No, he has always refused to eat, not because the food tastes wrong."
Madame now asked me to find someone to re-cook.
Madame also said that whoever can make a taste that Master Simba satisfies according to Master Simba's requirements can be promoted to chef.
No. 3, can you make the taste that Master Simba requested, if you can make it, you can be promoted to a chef, and the chef can stand at the door as a bodyguard. ” William scratched his head deliberately, his expression was a little embarrassed, "I also want to be a chef, how comfortable it is to be a chef, you can cook three meals a day, you don't have to stand at the gate every day."
Why don't I try it, if I can make that taste, maybe I'll be a chef. ” "Great, you hurry up and go to the kitchen with me to make a look, and I'll tell you what kind of taste Master Simba wants."
The maid said as she took William's arm and dragged him to the kitchen to cook.
William followed the maid to the kitchen, in fact, the maid did not need to say, he also knew what his son liked to eat.
He knows how to make the flavors that Simba likes to eat.
"You can try it, see if the young master likes to eat it," William said.
"Okay, you wait for my news, if the little young master is satisfied, you can be promoted."
The maid rushed back to Simba's room with the food.
Vegetable salad and pan-fried steak are both time-saving meals.
When the maid brought the food, Simba looked at the food for a moment, and then took a deep breath, it was indeed a taste that he was very familiar with.
"Master Simba, this time we have changed a bodyguard to cook for you, can you taste the taste of his cooking?"
said the maid.
Simba honestly sat down at the table, picked up his knife and fork and began to eat.
He ate very slowly, but his little mouth kept moving, and he didn't spit it out, and he ate all the food into his stomach.
"Oh my God, that bodyguard has made the flavor that Master Simba wants.
Madame, can you promote that bodyguard to a cook?"
asked the maid.
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