Xueyi Mo was choked, her eyes rolled: "I can embroider ..."

"No one here uses you to embroider." This skill was shot again.

"I, I can sing!" Xueyi Mo finally thought of his expertise again.

"I'm afraid of noisy." Rejected again.

"What about dancing?"

"Do not care."

"..."

Xueyi Mo searched the gut and thought about several skills, all of which were shot dead by the **** Jiuli. She was finally angry, with a pair of eyes wide open: "What kind of skills does that deity want Momo?"

"Will you play chess?" Shen Jiuli seemed a little slack.

Xueyi Mo's eyes dropped: "No ... no ..."

"How about painting?"

"Neither ... nor ..."

What she knows is either murder or seduce ...

Only did not learn these elegant cultures.

"Since it won't, this seat won't leave you." Shen Jiuli's voice was cold and cold: "You can go, Longchuan, drop off!"

Xueyi Mo was anxious: "I won't be able to learn. I'm so smart that I can learn very quickly. Isn't anyone born with these things? Isn't it? God gives you another chance."

"This seat is not available for others to learn." Shen Jiuli raised his hand, and a silver-scale fish was caught out of the water. The fish was not small, and he flicked his tail on the fishing hook. The silver fish fell in the fish basket next to it.

Xueyi Mo had a clever move: "God, I can cook. You always eat when you fish? Would you like to make it for you?"

Shen Jiuli finally looked at her: "How would you do it?"

Xueyi Mo paused: "Okay ... several kinds." There was a little lack of confidence.

God Jiuli picked up a fish and threw it to her: "Okay, then try it first. Send it in half an hour."

The silverfish struggled in her hand, shaking her head and swinging her hands. Xueyi Mo looked at the fish in her hand and choked her small mouth. Going with the fish.

Ning Xuemo looked at everything from Xueyi Mo, so when Xue Yimo ran, the scene in front of her changed accordingly.

She could not help but cough when she saw Xueyi Mozaiyu's technique.

This Xueyi Mo's method of doing things is surprisingly similar to himself. When slaughtering the fish, he slaps the fish with one palm, then scrapes the scales to the internal organs ...

At first glance, I didn't often do this kind of work. She was not very skilled in the technique. She also scratched her hands when scraping the scales. Her fire technique seemed to be very strong. Hey, she ignited a flame in her left hand and grilled fish on a branch with her right hand ...

Because the grilling method was not professional, the fish was not grilled well, and the branches of the skewered fish were roasted several times. When the grilled fish fell, it fell on her palm and became hot again.

After a short while, Xueyi Mo watched the dark fish dreaming and whispered: "It's the same way as Langshan, why I can't grill it well? This fish ... I'm afraid I can't make a difference ..."

"This is your grilled fish?" The Tsing Yi boy did not know when he appeared behind Xue Yi Mo. Looking at the fish in her hand, his face was incredible.

Xueyi Mo was downcast, holding the fish and sitting down: "I'm afraid it won't pass ..."

The boy in Tsing Yi looked at her with sympathy: "You don't have to make a mess with this fish, otherwise God fears that you will be thrown out directly. He hates people who spoil his fish ..."

"But ... he'll have to rush me if he doesn't have to make a mess ... I really can't stay ..." She frowned anxiously, tears in her eyes, as if to cry.