Ark Chef Lapland

"Let's talk, let's talk, you can talk about anything you want."

The Kingslayer took a deep breath: "I really don't like cooking at all.

I don't want to practice cooking, nor do I want to cook for others.It’s good to eat delicious food, but just take money to buy it. I just want to lie down and make money."

She spoke fast like a rapper, as if she was afraid that she would be slower, so she wouldn't dare to expose her heart of salted fish to the public.

Lapland was not angry. She just looked up and down at the Kingslayer, and said hesitantly, "Lying down to make money...is it really honorable?"

"It's not what you think!" The kingkiller read from her eyes what this guy's misunderstanding had become, and it was a little bit upset, with a feeling of being insulted.

"I make money by stealing cars. I just need to go out regularly, and the whole grain scooter company will give me enough money. I don't need to do the kind of thing you said."

Lapland nodded suddenly, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, fortunately, I thought there are so many copper alchemists in this world."

The Kingslayer didn't know what expression he should make in response to her.

Is it fortunate that the misunderstanding is resolved, or is she angry that she seems to be mocking her figure?

But you would never dare to talk back. Lapland's deterrent against her was still huge.

She just asked tentatively: "You...I'm finished, are you going to let me go?"

Lapland avoided talking, but looked at her earnestly: "Have you ever thought about that if that company goes bankrupt? Or its market is saturated and you no longer need to steal cars to create heat. Continue to steal things?"

"Of course, my talent is suitable for this job, but it may be more difficult or more dangerous to steal. It is indeed as stupid as this company. It is impossible to be everywhere, but I am not starving, so you don’t need to care. Up."

Regarding this, the kingkiller still has a little confidence and is quite proud.

Lapland chuckled lightly: "I just wanted to have financial freedom at random, but after a while, can I just starve to death?"

Where did the kingkiller really think about what she would look like in the future, she sneered at her mouth: "Don't catch me with speech disorders, it doesn't make sense. Now that I'm finished talking, can't you let me go?"

"I just want to find out if you want to understand what kind of life you want to live."

"It's the same as before, it's good."

"Is it enough to meet my physical needs by stealing?"

"Correct!"

"I think you still need to really do something to be remembered by others, needed by others, and recognized by this society..."

"I just need to live happily. What do you care about others?"

"Do your relatives and friends think so too?"

"Come on, I'm a marginal figure in society. My father doesn't care for his mother and his mother doesn't love him. Where are my relatives and friends?"

"Uh...do you want to keep doing this?" Lapland's eyes flickered.

She didn't expect the Kingslayer to have such a life.

"This is not a question I want, but I am just such a dregs falling in the mud, and I still have a problem with my personality.

A guy like me, a thief, who has no plans for tomorrow, will never be liked by others.

One day, just live one day, spend if you have money, endure if there is no money, and live happily for decades.

It doesn't matter if you are thirty or forty, you can't steal it, you can't run fast, you can use this life to eat peanuts from the Guards Bureau!

Anyway, I’m over when I’m happy. It’s not marriage that means life is complete, and it’s not that I have children to be accountable. My own happiness is the most important."

She had a rather indifferent expression, but Lapland always felt that there was loneliness and self-rejection behind her silly appearance.

Perhaps, even if there is such a life, the heart of the kingslayer still longs for others to identify with?

But when she grew up so big, she really didn't have such a chance. She was just constantly fleeing, being disgusted, driven, chased, chased, and blocked.

No matter who it is, she has never considered it from her standpoint.

Lapland looked at her with some sympathy, and there were many thoughts in her mind, but she was not the kind of eloquent who could change the obsession of others with a few words.

She has not yet figured out how to communicate with the Kingslayer, who has already been offended by her look.

"What is your look? Have pity on me? I am pitiful for you!

Compared with you laymen, I have seen more scenery, eaten more food, seen untold secrets, and participated in earth-shattering cases.

Dare to say that my life is more exciting than 99% of people.

My mother doesn't need your sympathy. Your expression is true and hypocritical. Wouldn't my old mother be a hundred times happier without you?

Without you, the world will come and go with me, how can I fight potatoes and vegetables here every day.

You think everyone is like you, so like playing with shovel!Don't look, I'm so annoying, let me go!"

She is like a cat with exploded hair, trying to slap Lapland away with her paws, but she doesn't have the confidence to show off her face. She only says a few words that she thinks is vicious to vent her resentment.

Only then did Lapland realize that he seemed to have misunderstood something, and he explained in a messy way: "It seems that you really like the previous life?

Sorry, I thought that progress in cooking can make you a lot of happiness.

But think about it, if this is unhappiness, the hard work imposed on you before is really tormenting.

This is something I didn't expect, and I want to say sorry to you.I think it will help you to become a qualified chef in the shortest time and it will be of great benefit to you."

Chapter 228 Fan Group is Growing Barbarously

The Kingslayer "cut", but she could feel Lapland's sincerity, and her heart felt a little warm.

This guy is not making excuses, but her brain circuit is really different from her own.

The person she regarded as the Great Demon King seriously apologized to herself, as if the relationship between the two people was equal, which made her a little bit at a loss as to how to deal with it.

The exploded Mao was squeezed unconsciously, unable to show that kind of strong offensiveness, she hummed for a moment, and whispered:

"Don't blame you, after all, I may be a little genius. You think I am suitable for this... You don't have to apologize. The food here is okay, not as bad as I just said."

She gave Lapland a strange smile.

It's not a pretense to please, nor a pretending to be tough to hide the true mood, but it really seems to feel a little happy at this moment.

Just a little bit, in this hapless hell, but see the hope of sneaking away, who will be happy!

The king slayer thought so, and stomped his feet in angrily, feeling that he should not be grateful for such a great demon.

Lapland also thought about it for a long time, and made up his mind like authentically: "If you really don't like cooking, just continue to do what you like, and I won't stop you."