Chapter 2512 The Witch of the Duke of Rose (57)

Let the duke adults who are used to the luxury of the aristocracy are not adapted to such a fresh and lovely style.

He also figured it out.

He is the most way to make them rich.

When he said that he sold the medicine list, he became a master of pharmacy.

Then hold a box of gold coins and come back.

Change the house, buy a servant, and get a room for jewelry and jewelry.

Some women have, she should have.

Also the best, the most expensive and the most beautiful.

Do you want to book the Emperor Tailor Master Skirt in advance.

A skirt is usually booked half a year in advance, and then three or four months to get the finished product.

Book now and get it at the end of the year.

At that time, he was almost able to make a fortune with a little witch.

Xia's beautiful fingers are free to hold a quill, the back of the hand is holding the lower jaw, and the thick eyelashes are pressed against the light.

The look of the young man’s contemplation is not so beautiful.

For the first time, he is thinking about making himself "rich".

When the little witch heard his words, she immediately showed an encouraging smile. "Xiaia can definitely write a good list of medicines, write more, wait for me to sell the perfect water, go to the pharmacy to sell you. Can you do it? Sell ​​one or two, and if you have ten iron coins, you can buy some meat."

Ten iron coins.

The Duke adults looked at the list of medicines they wrote.

Who dares to take ten iron coins to buy his pharmacy, he can unload the sword.

His handwriting is more than ten gold coins.

The duke's thin lips snorted and waited for him to come back with a box of gold coins.

He wants the little witch to know what is called a genius.

The childish Duke, throwing the quill, and then rubbing his hand with a handkerchief to prepare for dinner.

Today's broth... the color is a bit weird.

Is it a new ingredient?

It also exudes an unknown atmosphere.

Xia: "..."

The little witch did not seem to find the strangeness of the broth. She took the bread and said happily: "Xia, I will take you to a place after dinner."

Xia took a spoon and tried to take a soup.

"Where?"

Bai Weiwei smiled, his eyes softened, and his eyes were full of shattered light.

"A very beautiful place."

Xia has been unable to think of anything good.

His face was pale and pale, and today is just the day when his taste buds return to normal.

Sensitive taste... It feels abolished again.

He pulled a stiff smile. "Okay, go after dinner."

Then he looked out the window.

"The weather is really good today."

The little witch couldn't help but turn her head to see the weather.

It has always been elegant and calm, and the Duke of Shah, who painted all the moves, almost wolfed up the plate and poured the soup into the magic space.

He could even hear the soup and fall into the gap.

There was a tearing and tearing sound.

Xia: "..."

Just took a sip and the stomach will not be corroded anymore.

When the little witch was cooking, did she accidentally misplace the witch poison?

Xia put the plate on the table.

The little witch turned back and saw his empty plate and looked amazed.

"Xia, you eat really fast, and the food intake has become bigger. It seems that I have to do something for you to eat."

Xia’s face was calm, but her tone was a little unstable.

"I feel that the amount of food is just right now, and I can't eat any more."

Bai Weiwei licked the bread and smiled and asked: "Is my cooking improved? You used to dislike me to cook and not eat, and I will not let me cook."

Xia was deeply silent, and then he showed a gentle smile.

"Where is you abandoning you, I am not reluctant to let you do it. I am in good health and I will cook it later."

Bai Weiwei glanced at the bread, and then she sipped her head and took a sip of bread.

The eyes hidden behind the bread all smiled and bent.

"Xia, you are so good, before, it is very good now, very good."

Xia only felt that her heart was kissed by sweet cherry.

He even felt sweet and suffocated, and couldn't help but reach out and pull the collar.

He is of course very good now.

Sooner or later, she would have forgotten this before.

Only now is good, it is his purpose.

What's the last thing, good night?

(End of this chapter)