The Almighty Little Chef

Jiang Xiaofei didn't speak, but the expression on her face was clear.

"This is just the first lottery draw, and there's more to come. Besides, aren't you also drawing a lottery? You can give a random autograph as a surprise..."

Xie Jin's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and he touched his nose with some guilty conscience.

Oh, it's strange that he doesn't have a guilty conscience.

This time, imilk contacted Xie Jin, and the attitude was very good. imilk is also one of the few companies that Xie Jin has encountered over the years with good brand reputation, good products, and good attitude. Talking to the other party makes people feel very comfortable, and Xie Jin is in a good mood. Yes, it is easy to talk a lot when you open your mouth.

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"That's right, the official Thousand Questions said 16 signatures, but we are afraid of accidents, so we need Miss Jiang to sign a few more. What do you think of 20?" The person on the opposite side was very sincere.

"Hahaha, no problem! Don't worry, even one hundred and eighty sheets is no problem!" Xie Jin waved his hand very dashingly.

"Really? Hundred and eighty sheets are also fine! Then thank you sir!" The person on the other side was surprised, and quickly thanked Jin.

"Hey..." Xie Jin suddenly felt full of words and had nothing to say. If he wanted to say a few more words, the person opposite said, "Mr. Xie, you are busy, then I won't disturb you..."

ga~ga~ga~

Xie Jin was there for a while, letting you talk big and let you float!

So there is now this one.

Jiang Xiaofei stared at Xie Jin, I just looked at you without saying anything.

"You sign as soon as possible, I have to leave beforehand."

Xie Jin finally couldn't stand Jiang Xiaofei's eyes and ran away in a hurry.

Running to the corridor to meet everyone's strange eyes, Xie Jin regained his elite appearance, straightened his collar, and walked away with his head held high.

Jiang Xiaofei looked at the direction where Xie Jin was leaving, then looked at the stack of signatures on the table, and smiled with her lips hooked.

Xu Yanxiu: What are you doing?

Jiang Xiaofei put her eyes on the phone screen.

Tuck hair back.

Jiang Xiaofei: I'm busy signing autographs for fans.

Attached is a picture of a table of pictures of Jiang Xiaofei, some of which have been signed and some that have not been signed.

On the other side, Xu Yanxiu sighed regretfully when he saw the news of Jiang Xiaofei.

"I want to see myself more..."

Xu Yanxiu: #图，does it look good?

Xu Yanxiu returned a photo of Jiang Xiaofei, which was a pair of bracelets, very simple, just a small wooden sign hanging on a red rope woven with red thread.

The special thing is that this thing, whether it is a red rope or a wooden plaque, was made by President Xu himself, and even Xu Yanxiu and Jiang Xiaofei on the wooden plaque were also engraved by himself.

For these two little things, Xu Yanxiu suffered a lot, just look at the scars on his hands, which were covered with knife marks from carving knives.

Jiang Xiaofei looked at the photo that popped up on WeChat, and pursed her lips, um... She really didn't think it was very pretty, but the person on the other side obviously didn't want to hear the answer.

Jiang Xiaofei: It looks good ()!

Jiang Xiaofei felt that she had violated her conscience...

Xu Yanxiu: As long as you like it! I made it by myself, and I will send it to you together with the bag I made by myself last time.

thanks? Jiang Xiaofei was thinking about how she should answer next. If she refused this, it would not be good. If she accepted it, she would have to carry this ugly wooden sign all the time.

And that bag, remembering how clumsy Xu Yanxiu looked at the time, and looking at the wooden sign now, Jiang Xiaofei really couldn't imagine what her bag would look like.