Chapter 267: Rita, don’t you have normal clothes?

Bianca hummed softly, picked up the soup dumpling, bit the dough with her delicate lips, and sucked the soup inside. Her eyes instantly lit up, and she carefully put the soup dumpling into her mouth.

"It's really good."

After swallowing the soup dumpling in her mouth, Bianca opened her lips slightly, looked at Fu Ming, who was holding his chin with one hand and the corners of his lips raised, and asked in a low voice: "Are you planning to leave today?"

"Well, I'll leave in a moment."

Fu Ming picked up the soup dumpling and stopped it in mid-air. His mind was filled with the sad look of Yayi. Looking at the other person's reluctance, he stuffed the soup dumpling into the other person's mouth and continued:

"You are welcome to come as a guest at any time. The food made by Mei Yi is actually very good, not worse than Rita."

Bianca swallowed the soup dumpling that was forced into her mouth, nodded and said, "Okay."

"Haha~ Mr. Fu Ming, who do you think is more delicious between me and Miss Mei?"

Rita didn't know when she came to Fu Ming's figure. She covered her mouth and smiled. Her words and deeds inadvertently showed a subtle hint of sinisterness, causing a few drops of cold sweat to break out on her forehead.

“Each has its own advantages and disadvantages.”

Fu Ming looked at the smiling Rita and raised his hand to gently wipe the sweat from his forehead. He always felt that the answer was wrong. Rita could immediately take out the sickle from her skirt and put it on her neck.

"Is that so? I really look forward to meeting Miss Mei Yi and asking her about her cooking skills. Maybe I can learn something from it."

Rita withdrew her gaze, pulled out the chair and sat next to Fu Ming, and handed the soup dumpling to Bianca's mouth with a smile on her face, as if the sinister look just now was just Fu Ming's illusion.

"No~"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Bianca couldn't get a word in for a while and could only silently accept Rita's feeding.

Soon, all the baskets of soup dumplings were eaten by the three of them. Among them, Fu Ming and Bianca ate the most, while Rita ate a few casually and then got up and returned to the kitchen, not knowing what to do.

"Then, I'll take my leave now. Come find me when you have time~"

Fu Ming wiped his shiny lips, stood up, put on his hat and came to the entrance. He looked at Bianca who was following him, tilted his waist and touched Bianca's head.

"Cough cough."

Rita walked out of the kitchen carrying a beautifully packaged bag. Looking at Fu Ming who was taking advantage of Bianca, she coughed dryly and couldn't help but interrupt:

"Mr. Fu Ming, I made some biscuits here, you can take some back..."

"That's so embarrassing."

Fu Ming said this, but he took the biscuit with his hand honestly, sniffed the tempting aroma of the biscuit in the air, and said with emotion:

"It smells so good. As expected of Rita, how about quitting your destiny and becoming my exclusive cook?"

Yae Sakura:? ? ?

Meiyi:? ? ?

Otto: Try to pry me into a corner?

"Of course, but I don't know how the salary compares with destiny?"

Rita put her hands on her lower abdomen and looked at Fu Ming with a smile. Bianca could not sit still and stood in front of Rita, looking at Fu Ming angrily.

"Salary...cough, forget it, I won't take away her love."

The corner of Fu Ming's mouth twitched slightly, envying the capitalists for another day. He turned around and looked at the blue sky and slowly shed a tear, then disappeared at the door, not knowing at all that he was about to miss the opportunity to feast his eyes on it.

When Bianca saw that Fu Ming had left, her bulging mouth suddenly leaked air, but before she could relax, a chill came over her heart.

Bianca's face was pale and red, and just when she was about to lift her foot to step out of the room, Rita held her shoulders down.

A cunning glint flashed in Rita's eyes: "Ms. Bianca, where do you want to go?"

Bianca looked at Rita with a serious look on her face, laughed awkwardly, touched her head, and explained cunningly: "Haha... The training this morning hasn't been completed yet, I'm going out..."

"Ms. Bianca, you haven't tried on the clothes I worked so hard to prepare~"

Rita looked at the resisting Bianca, the mole in the corner of her right eye was slightly red, and her dark-browed face immediately showed a look of disappointment and sadness.

Seeing Rita's sad look, Bianca couldn't help but feel weak. She was completely manipulated by Rita.

Under Rita's push, she reluctantly returned to the room, bit her lips and endured the humiliation.

Bianca carefully looked at the strange clothes on her body and asked with a rosy face: "Rita, what's the matter with this cosplay-like clothes?"

"Ms. Bianca, you don't have to doubt it, this is Cosplay."

Rita crossed her chest with one hand, touched her chin and nodded with satisfaction. Then she took out a set of clothes from the closet and said with a smile on her face:

"Sir Bianca, there are more choices here, such as: fairy tale series, legend series, far east series... and divine series and many other themes. There must be one you like."

"Rita, don't you have some normal clothes?" Bianca looked at the messy clothes on the bed, her young face becoming more and more rosy.

"Yes, let me look for it, Lady Bianca."

"I found it. How about this pink magical girl series?"

Rita raised the clothes in her hands and looked at Bianca expectantly.

Bianca looked at Rita approaching, slowly backed away, shook her head crazily, and sternly refused: "No, I won't wear it."

"Okay... Since Lady Bianca said so, these clothes can only be given to Lady Theresa. Fortunately, Lady Bianca is now about the same size as Lady Theresa, so there is no need to make them again. It’s a set.”

(Bianca is one year younger than Mei, almost 11, so she probably hasn’t started growing yet...

Teresa: What do you mean! )

Rita put down the magical girl dress in her hand, a flash of disappointment flashed in her eyes, but she quickly cheered up again, thinking of Theresa wearing this dress.

Bianca tilted her head, looked at the pile of clothes on the bed, and silently prayed for Dean Theresa.

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Beautiful pictures in this chapter: Little knowledge: Old antique, smile, one, two, three, eggplant!