Ark Chef Lapland

For the sake of such a friend, I can't sink down and make her worry.

Neng Angel hugged her waist tightly, put her face on her back, and sniffed hard: "Thank you...thank you for having you."

The motorcycle's engine was very loud, and her whispers did not get a response.

But the wind on her body was photographed after passing through Lapland, but no one was as cold as when riding a motorcycle.

The temperature of two people can definitely fight a worse winter, right?

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The next day.

Lapland woke up early.

Recently, the biological clock has been running very steadily. It was very late last night, and it took a lot of effort to bring the drunk Angels back, but the next day they got up on time.

Speaking of it, this guy's weight is indeed gaining a little bit faster, so she has to supply her with apple pie in a limited amount, so she can't just let her eat a good meal...

Lapland sat up, the angel just hummed, turned his head towards the wall and continued to sleep.

"Go to sleep, I'll take time off for you and Texas." Lapland kissed her earlobe.

"No, I just need to contact her myself!" The angel opened his eyes all at once.

What, the dog should take the initiative to contact the whirling bitch?

No, no, no, this kind of thing must never have a beginning.

Given some sunshine, what should I do if the slalom bitch's brilliant squeaks in inches?

"Okay." Lapland looked at her resolutely, did not entangle with this detail, got up and washed.

Before leaving the bedroom, a small shadow appeared beside him, Hong pulled her tail and looked at her with concern.

Obviously Hong is very worried about what happened yesterday, and also worried about the potential threat in the house...

"It's nothing big, but your sister who can be an angel may have some trouble. She is a little unhappy and wants to rest at home for a day." Lapland felt that Hong had the right to know.

"Hong, help defeat the trouble!" Hong waved her small fist, violent.

"Well, if you need to do something, I must call you." Lapland promised her.

Hong nodded vigorously, then yawned.

"Did you not sleep last night?"

Hong shook his head and smiled embarrassedly.

Lapland probably guessed that when they came back last night there was no movement in the red room, but I didn't know how long they had been waiting for them before then.

"Today you also rest at home, by the way, help take care of the Angel." Lapland asked.

Hong almost nodded in her trap.

It seems to let Hong take care of people, but if the angel wakes up early, wouldn't it be necessary to recite the writing questions?

"Hong is really not tired, I have to go to the tavern to help!" Hong tried his best to behave well.

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The tavern is also peaceful today!

Lapland now has a long neck when he is free, look at the renovation progress of the restaurant opposite, and imagine what dishes he should try over there.

On the first day, do you want to prepare some amazing dishes to start the signature?

But thinking about it, I really haven't learned any hard dishes recently. When I wait for my salary next month, I can consider collecting a batch of cooking recording devices...

Although copying homework is harmful, it is better than someone who doesn't even bother to copy. Just make sure you don't get lost in it.

"Patter"

A golden-lit high-level cooking record fell in front of him, with a trace of saliva on it.

This is not my own saliva, but from...

"Trossi, you have dropped something."

Lapland looked at the young man in front of him, who had only seen him last night, and naturally recognized that this was Xingxiong's brother.

No need to remember the face, the physical features are very obvious.

"Do me a favor, we will give you all our winemaking skills."

Trosi leaned over, with a special bag sewn on his shoulder, and after opening it with his mouth, there were at least ten advanced cooking records in it.

Lapland's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he asked in disbelief, "Aren't you a bastard?"

"In the age of empire, my house made wine for the royal family." Trosi said proudly, with a rare look on that vicissitudes of life.

Chapter 187: Please Protect Baigui Street

Khazdell is the region where the original stone skills were first discovered. In addition to fighting, those genius Sakaz people also tried to apply this magical magic to all aspects of life.

The ancestors of Trosi used it in winemaking ingeniously.

Over the centuries, his skills have continued to improve, and he finally succeeded in obtaining royal recognition, and he was responsible for serving wine to the court for generations.

Such a family naturally has many unique formula inheritance.

See if they can fill more than ten advanced cooking records.

However, the collapse of the empire also caused these people who worked for the royal family to lose their jobs, and their livelihoods fell, which dealt a heavy blow to the wine industry.

There is not enough food to eat, and there are no people who can drink alcohol. The Trosi’s family has fallen away and returned to the village and town to be honest and honest.

But when Trosi grew up in good clothes, where he could stand such a hard life, he ran out after a short time, followed the caravan to the Longmen fortunately, and started a "hungry life".

"I am a Sakaz, and I can get acquainted with the locals on this street, relying on the brewing skills I have learned since I was young."

Tracy recalled his experience when he was young, and excitedly said, "Although I was not filial at that time and I didn't learn the real skills of the family, I can make good things even with my ears and eyes."

"Could it be that you don't have milk powder and you use wine instead of feeding the big one?" Lapland asked curiously.