Ark Chef Lapland

"Is the holiday for you to rest? The holiday is for you to improve your strength, don't get embarrassed when you look for a drug lord next time!"

Look, in order to improve the combat effectiveness of the special inspection team and build a better dragon gate, she really took great pains and said so hard...

ps. Remember, monthly pass.

Looking at the background, there are currently 4 chapters owed, and 2 chapters left.

Chapter 53 Simply... Killing?

In the afternoon, it can be an angel's apartment.

The Lapland noodles are colorful, put the tray into the oven, and fine-tune the time and temperature of the original recipe according to my own understanding.

This is the exclusive bond between her and the ingredients. The more effort she puts in the kitchen, the more instinct she will have, knowing what to do for no reason.

Without him, hands are familiar.

The progress made in the red case, the mastery of seasoning and heat, is also of great help to the white case.

Originally, she just handled the dough stuffing according to the book.

Now, when the hand touches the raw material and feels its temperature, humidity and softness, instinctively knows that there is a state that should be reached, which will be more delicious.

Seeing through the oven glass that the ingredients are heated and swelled, her sense of expectation also grows up like a grass, and the soul of food is swaying quietly:

It should be super delicious!

She faintly felt that she was a small step closer to the threshold of an intermediate chef.

After her narcissism was over, she recovered and continued to process the next batch of ingredients, suddenly feeling dissatisfied.

After all, Angel’s apartment is a bit smaller...

The kitchen is even smaller...

The oven is also very small!

Kitchenware only meets the most basic needs...

In the past few days, I have been used to the luxurious suits sponsored by Swire Group, half of the dog licking group around me as an assistant, and then playing the civilian beggar, sincerely restrained.

She began to seriously consider whether to rent a larger house or just buy a house for renovation...

The ideal type of Lapland home can be small, just put a bed to sleep, when the living room is opened, the left hand long kitchen counter, the right hand large refrigerator, and the shiny kitchen utensils are neat and uniform.

If you have any inspiration, you can climb up and verify it at any time.

Others integrate the open kitchen into the living room, and she wants to create a living room in the kitchen.

Anyway, she doesn't have many friends, but anyone who invites them to the house doesn't care about the form. Everyone should share the food and discuss the cooking together in bed.

Because she doesn’t have to rush for the food, and the oven has to wait for time, she doesn’t rush and keeps the most comfortable pace, integrating the unrelated ingredients into the embryo of the delicacy, and she has enough free time in the process to wander off. .

It's not bad to plan for the future like this occasionally.

The river of time flows slowly, quietly approaching dusk.

Lapland has deduced that she still finds a job as a chef:

I feel like I'm taking advantage of cooking with the owner's ingredients, and I feel like I'm cutting meat with the ingredients I bought for my proficiency...

Can Angel's beautiful partner agree to help him find a job, and don't know how it is going?

It’s been too busy these past two days, I didn’t ask about it, so I came back at night to ask...

There was a knock on the door.

"Come!~" Lapland replied, rushed to open the door.

Outside the door, stood the face she had just thought of.

Is it called... Dekmund or Alsace?

The two looked at each other for three seconds, and Lapland slammed the door shut again.

Lapland thought: "Illusions, all hallucinations, I want to work and want to be crazy."

Texas thought: "Senior Sister really used me so deeply. She was so surprised to see me that I couldn't believe it was reality."

The knock on the door started again.

Lapland confirmed that this was a real person and let Texas in.

Picking up the remaining ingredients, squeezed a glass of apple juice for her.

Texas was holding the cup, looking at the figure of Lapland who went to the kitchen to simply finish the end, a little surprised:

She had her hair covered with a chopstick set behind her head, and she was wearing pure white home clothes, with loose cuts that looked very slim.

Wearing an apron, the cuffs fade to the elbow, soft and capable.

Lapland at this time has both the profound features of the Ruper people, and the concentration and demure of the Orientals alone.

The light of the setting sun outside the window gradually dimmed, and her silhouette became blurred, but because of its haziness, it became attractive.

No matter how expensive the house is, it is nothing more than steel and cement. Only a woman who works hard for you and waits for a bright light at night can lighten the attributes of the home.

Ace killer and celebrity messenger who are unrestrained in troubled times suddenly have the urge to settle down somewhere.

Uh……

Texas rubbed his temples with his fingertips. What kind of nerves did he make?

The elder sister smokes, drinks, burns her head and kills people. She is used to being strong. Right now, this is just a "virtuous" performance for her.

However, it's considered very intentional.

At this time, Lapland turned on the fluorescent lamp in the living room and sat back on the opposite side of Texas.

Texas spoke first: "I'm here to talk to you about something."

Lapland only treated her as if she wanted to talk about work, and said politely like her elders: "It's hard for you to come home. Just call me if you have something to do."

"Some things are better to talk about in person."

"Oh, that's true." Lapland nodded, and it must be an interview.

Texas stared at Lapland: "You don't have to do it anymore, I know everything."