She walked up to the washbasin, turned on the faucet, and splashed water on her face. The National Master said the stuff on her face was particularly durable, and she could toss it around as much as she wanted. No one but him could turn her back to her original appearance. Just thinking about it made her fear her great-grandfather’s side had a bunch of weirdos.
It seems like all the weirdos in the world gathered in Taohuawu, really driving her insane. After staying four years, she completely transford and no longer resembled the previous Song Song. Continuing to stay, she would truly beco a leader of the weirdos.
The person in the mirror had a completely male face. A scar ran vertically from the corner of his right eye straight down to the jaw, looking like a giant centipede crawled across the face.
The face wasn’t very handso, to begin with, and now it looked even uglier.
If Xiao Jinghuai saw her, he’d directly take her for a demon.
Stepping out of the bar, Song Song was hit by a cold wind. Her first task upon returning was dealing with that damn Xu Lang. Sparing him left so karma for Little Xiyou. If not for Little Xiyou’s sake, she wouldn’t mind sending him to et Lin Man.
Is the Xiao Family hiring chefs? This was sothing she could try.
But before that, she needed a new identity—
What kind of person would look this ugly?
Suddenly, she kicked a hard object beneath her feet. Looking down, she saw a filthy holess person curled up there, slowly opening his muddy eyes.
Song Song saw fear in his eyes, sothing she could understand since she looked so ugly now!
She squatted down, "Do you have an ID card?"
"... No, I’m a holess person with nothing. Please... don’t hurt ." The holess man was speaking with a heavy stutter. He was truly scared.
The man looked very young, but his aura frightened him. Coupled with the scary scars on his face, he seed like he was mixed up in the underground.
Song Song smiled, but with that face, her smile looked even more horrifying. She took out a wad of cash from her pocket, "Give your ID card, take this money and leave here forever, got it?"
"You, you don’t want my life?" The holess man was quite shocked. Glancing at the money on the ground, he had never seen so much money in his life.
Song Song shrugged, "Hand over your ID card."
The holess person dared not hesitate and imdiately retrieved a black thing from his tattered belongings, "Here, ID card."
"Yan Mingxiu—"
"Ha, didn’t expect you to have a decent na. I like this na. Rember it because, from now on, I am Yan Mingxiu, and you should make up a new na for yourself!"
The holess man dumbly nodded, "Oh, okay."
Afterward, Song Song found a nearby internet café, quietly hacked into so governnt systems, and altered Yan Mingxiu’s records.
The holess person was already in a gray area, not heavily supervised, so there was relatively little data, making changes very easy. After making the alterations, Song Song spent the night in the internet café and took a taxi to the Xiao Family the next day.
Still halfway up the mountain, upon reaching, Song Song was amazed by what she saw.
Are they selecting chefs or holding a beauty contest?
Seeing such a lengthy queue, one could mistake it for a talent show competition.
Not only were the won all glamd up, but even the n showed off a seductively charming look.
At this mont, Song Song inexplicably recalled the conversation between two n at the Gay bar last night, feeling goosebumps all over.
She raised her hand and tapped the man dressed in a red suit in front of her, imdiately facing a heavily made-up face. Song Song suppressed the urge to criticize and humble herself to ask, "Brother, are you here to audition for the chef role?"
"Yes!" the man spoke with a coquettish accent, "You look really ugly. I advise you to go back! No chance."
"Chefs are judged on their cooking skills, appearance is secondary," Song Song thought, at least better than being overwheld by the scent of powder.
Who would want to eat that?
"Hah! Fool, these people here are openly competing for the chef position, but secretly they’re all here to catch a glimpse of President Xiao’s charm. Judging by your appearance, you seem utterly unimpressive. I’ll be honest, Xiao Jinghuai, President Xiao, had his heart shattered by a woman and now likes n, so how could we pass up such a great opportunity—"
Song Song: "..."
"So your real purpose is to... capture Xiao Jinghuai?"
The man raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Of course, what did you think..."
Song Song subtly lowered her eyes, it seed her competition was indeed abundant, not only won but also n.
Xiao Jinghuai truly attracted both genders.
...
By the ti it was Song Song’s turn, it had already been an hour. She took out her ID card from her bag to register, and an elder in a long robe standing next to the registrar suddenly spoke up, "Wait."
He picked up the ID card on the table, scrutinizing Song Song with a probing gaze, "Your ID photo is quite blurry, how can you be recognized?"
"It’s for sure." Song Song responded calmly, "If you have any doubts, calling the police for verification is the safest."
"Housekeeper Zhang—" The registrar glanced at Song Song, seemingly startled by her appearance, "This person looks suspicious, could he be a fugitive or sothing?"
The elder called Housekeeper Zhang pondered for a mont before setting the ID card aside and waving to Song Song, "Stand to the side first, let the people behind go next."
"Alright."
Song Song obediently stood aside, knowing that the Xiao Family was never easy to infiltrate, verifying identity was a certainty.
After everyone was registered, Housekeeper Zhang took the ID card inside, returning after more than ten minutes to hand it back to the registrar, "Safe, register it."
Then he said to Song Song, "Follow ."
"Hmm—"
Song Song vaguely rembered this Housekeeper Zhang, as four years ago he was often with Sister-in-law Zhou, not a couple but seemingly more intimate than that.
Surveying around, it seed nothing had changed, still the sa as four years ago.
Gazing at the upright figure ahead, she asked in a gentle tone, "Housekeeper Zhang, right! Are we going to have a cooking competition?"
"Not yet, first pass the young lady’s test."
Young lady?
Song Song was puzzled when she heard a tinkling laughter from not far away, sounding like soone quite young.
Later, she saw a little girl in a white lace dress, holding a flower, running over, "Housekeeper Zhang, Housekeeper Zhang, who is he? He looks so ugly."
"Miss, he is here to apply for the chef position."
The little girl looked Song Song up and down, "Ah! So ugly! Can the food he makes be edible?"
"Uh, this..." Housekeeper Zhang looked a bit embarrassed.
Song Song also looked at the little girl, not long before she recognized her as Lin Man’s daughter, Little Xiyou.
Four years had passed, and she had grown quite a bit. It seed Xiao Jinghuai treated her well, and her pampered air was probably the result of being spoiled.
"Hey! Ugly monster, go ho! Even if you cook well, I’d still vomit—"
Saying this, Little Xiyou began pushing Song Song with her little hands.
"Xiyou, what are you doing?"
Suddenly a deep voice filled with authority sounded, scaring Little Xiyou to hide behind Housekeeper Zhang.
Song Song was all too familiar with this voice.
He’s here.
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