There was a fried chicken shop by the roadside, the aroma filling the air. Qian walked over, "Boss, give me a bag of popcorn chicken."
"By the way, boss, I just fell down on the roadside, do you mind if I use your tap to wash my hands?"
"The tap's over there!" The boss said cheerfully.
Qian washed her hands clean, then took out the hand sanitizer she carried and carefully applied it, the water-soluble mixed essential oil was quickly washed away.
"Boss, are you going to dump that bucket of dirty water? I can help you with that."
"Oh, little girl, don't be embarrassed, did your hands get dirty?"
Qian smiled, her hands now were very clean, much cleaner than Mr. Ye's filthy heart.
The residual essential oil in the sink was completely washed away by the bloody water from cleaning the chicken legs, even a police dog couldn't smell it.
There was nothing cleaner than this.
