When the nearby servants heard the noise, they all surrounded them. All the people who were busy cooking in the kitchen came out. A few in charge came out and took a look.

Seeing that it was the waste Miss Seven, a contemptuous expression appeared on his face. One of them said, "It turns out that it is our waste Miss Seven. Why are you here for? Go and don't dirty our kitchen."

Murong Ningyue was not angry about what he said, but just looked at him coldly and asked, "Why are our food so bad?"

"Hahaha, have you heard what she said?"

"She is still asking why?"

"It's really a waste."

"Yohoo, the fool's thinking is really difficult to understand!"

When the people watching the fun and the chefs heard the questions asked by Murong Ningyue, they burst into laughter, and all kinds of sarcasm and all kinds of ugly and dirty words were spoken from their mouths, and the person they were talking about was naturally Murong Ningyue.

A chef in charge threw the rag in his hand at Murong Ningyue.

He said impatiently: "You trash, get out of here quickly. Don't delay our work. You trash and want good things. I'm so slap, go dreaming, get away, I'll cook for the third, fourth, and fifth, and the others!"

"Get out quickly..."

"Get out..."

The people around him also sneered and laughed at Murong Ningyue.

"Haha, okay, very good!" Murong Ningyue smiled instead of anger, looking at the group of sarcastic faces in front of her, and smiling particularly brightly, but the coldness in her eyes was like a god of killing from Shura Hell. "Since you are unwilling to drink toast, I will give you some good wine."

After saying that, Murong Ningyue quickly moved to the corner of the wall, picked up the wooden stick leaning against the corner, tried the strength of the stick, nodded, very satisfied, looked up at the faces that were tempted by the storm, and moved his figure and rushed into the crowd.

Seeing Murong Ningyue rushing over with a stick, the chefs sneered and used their spiritual power to shoot out several small spiritual balls, attacking Murong Ningyue one after another, and then stood there waiting to see Murong Ningyue fall to the ground in a mess.

"What a bunch of idiots!" Murong Ningyue curled her lips coldly and said disdainfully. She slowly raised her hand, opened her red lips lightly, "Break..."

As Murong Ningyue finished speaking, several small spiritual power balls flew out of her hand, collided with the chef's spiritual power ball, directly smashing the opponent's spiritual power ball, and then continued to fly forward.

The few managers didn't expect this to happen. Before they could react, the spiritual ball came to their sight, and the few people were knocked to the ground and howled repeatedly.

Murong Ningyue still felt unsatisfied and walked into the kitchen a few steps.

Looking at the fire that was still burning in the stove, I suddenly thought of it. I went forward and took out the burning firewood and lit the windows and other things in the kitchen. The entire kitchen was suddenly surrounded by flames and fell into a sea of ​​fire.

"Hmph, I can't eat, so you don't have to eat anymore!" Murong Ningyue clapped her hands and said lightly.

Qingyan looked at Murong Ningyue's actions in amazement, indicating that her fragile little heart could not withstand such a blow. The lady actually burned the kitchen. Oh my god!
Chapter completed!