One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband Chapter 3320: If you don’t eat well, it will kill you!

I saw the maid pushing a large dining cart. The dining cart had three floors. The top, middle and bottom had three types of breakfasts: Chinese, Western and vegetarian.

Each category has more than a dozen patterns.

The delicate dishes are lined up like a royal meal in a palace.

"Miss Song, please have a meal." The maid respectfully handed over the mouthwash.

Song Song was stunned for a while, then said: "I can't eat so much...it's a waste..."

The maid smiled and said, "Sir, you didn't eat much yesterday. You must eat breakfast well, and eat it slowly. Just pick what you like."

Actually, Gong Qing's original words were: "Tell that stupid woman, if she doesn't eat well in the future, I will kill her! Make her eat her breakfast hard, and eat whatever she likes. If I find out that she is not good Eat breakfast, she will wait and see! Let her eat, and she is not allowed to go out without eating!"

The maid has translated these words as softly as possible.

But Song Song still held his forehead and sighed: "It's too much, I can just eat a bowl of snail noodles..."

Those are too high-end dim sum, not for her.

She's an ordinary civilian, so it's better to eat some civilian food.

The maid picked a chopstick powder from the porcelain bowl of snail powder and put it on the delicate white porcelain plate: "Miss Song, please use it."

Song Song was dumbfounded: What? Eating like this? Just one bite of each?

After this breakfast, Song Song finally saw the service of the so-called presidential suite.

She looked at the maid serving her dinner, and she felt more tired than eating herself.

Unfortunately, the maid insisted on serving her, and she could only finish the meal in a rather uneasy manner.

However, the stomach after a long day of hunger is indeed a lot more comfortable.

She just remembered that she did not eat yesterday, but how did Gong Qing know?

Or is this just a standard service process for the Presidential Suite?

"Miss Song, where are you going?" The maid looked at Song Song who was going out after changing clothes, and said in surprise.

"I'm going to work, what's wrong?" Song Song looked back suspiciously.

The maid hesitated, but did not speak.

Thinking, it's strange, the husband said, Miss Song doesn't have to go out to work, she needs to be served all day long.

Song Song went out, ready to go home to get some things, her drawing tools, and her daily replacement clothes.

Nowadays she is wearing Gong Qing's shirt and Dige's uniform skirt. Although the top is wide and the bottom is narrow, rolling up her sleeves is a bit fashionable, but after all, that's not the case.

After packing for half a day at home, she first took her luggage back to the presidential suite, and then went out to take the bus to Dige for the evening shift.

However, as soon as I entered the door of Emperor Song, I saw the manager of Emperor Song greeted him with a smile: "Song Song, why are you back?"

Song Song asked inexplicably: "I'm coming to work, what, is there any problem with the schedule?"

The manager shook his head: "No, you won't use it in the future."

Song Song's heart tensed. Damn, could it be that the manager found out that his golden pen had been damaged by her, and wanted to fire her?

"I'm sorry, manager, I..." She wanted to say that she had already borrowed money and would soon be able to buy an identical one and return it to him.

She even made up her mind that when she went back tonight, she was cheeky and asked Gong Qing to pay her 100,000 yuan in advance.

Anyway, she has already lived in the presidential suite. Even if Gong Qing wants her to fulfill her obligations at any time, she can do it and won't owe him.