Ark Chef Lapland

"I heard that Dali Restaurant is opening a new store?" Linglong asked some rumors she had heard.

"Yes, in the Neon District, projects that cooperate with the district government over there will be very big." The executive chef flashed hatred in his eyes and asked, "Are you going to...arrange a wave?"

Linglong reprimanded: "Doing this kind of thing that drags the peer back, haven't you forgotten the loss you just suffered?"

"Yes, yes, I made a mistake."

"You can make a record. After the opening, I will find a chance to go there and take a look. The young man who can defeat Talula must be unique. I want to see it on the spot."

Maybe, the potential is greater than Talula?

Linglong would never forget the expression on her face when Chaoshan just accepted this apprentice.

On the surface, she was calm and calm, and in her bones she wanted to find a more talented one, and then show off in front of Chaoshan.

Women dress up, lose weight, and show off. They have long passed the age of being content for themselves.

They are fighting for beauty, just to completely suppress other homosexuals.

The executive chef didn't dare to ask Linglong what the reason was, and he waited carefully and agreed.

This is the last master, and if it is torn down, they might really want to fall into the hands of his critics in this century-old signboard of Chaolongshan Restaurant.

Then there must be a lot of retired seniors, drowning directly with saliva, and being poked in the backbone every day...

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Longmen, West District, Baigui Street.

Talula, who has been assigned five conditions, has been earnestly conducting research these days, and has found samples of different levels of infected persons on the western side, ready to go to the next area.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she had to face the facts, which was completely different from what her brain filled out.

The infected person is not as she imagined, only longing for wealth and power, and directly turned over to become the master.

Most people, just ordinary people, simply want to live a stable life, eat and wear warmth in their minds, that's it.

Longmen can provide the most basic safety, even if there is unavoidable discrimination, there are unavoidable hardships, but for them, it is already an ideal environment.

And like the truly integrated movement that spreads extreme ideas, and even terrorist organizations that use human source rock bombs to create sabotage, only a few people can be attracted, and those who give up on themselves and don't even want to try again.

Most of them have nothing to do with dreams, but have grievances in their hearts to vent, so they joined such organizations to conduct sabotage operations.

Realizing this, Tarula was actually a little afraid.

Crazy assimilation of infected people, some hawkish fanatics are inevitable, showing strong hostility towards ordinary people.

The emotion of hatred is the most difficult to control and the most contagious.

And the infected person living in this world, no matter how bright the surface is, it will inevitably experience some unfair things. It is normal to have grievances in one's heart.

These grievances were brought out by the crazy guys. Talula suspected that when the organization was big enough, he wouldn't even be able to scare these guys. As Lapland speculated, they might cause more harm to the world...

"Maybe I should really take a different path?"

Talula was at a loss. What she firmly believed in was shaken. For a powerful person like her who is full of purpose and always practicing her own rhythm, it is a huge blow to shake Dao's heart.

Fortunately, after being blown up by Lapland many times, and even being watched dancing that kind of dance, her current endurance has increased a lot.

At least I can stabilize my emotions, feel that I should see more people, understand more desires, and then conclude that I should strive towards the direction that more people will be satisfied.

In the past few days, she has been reading and reciting the books required by Lapland. She also has some feelings. She is even reflecting on the existence of her own existence, the existence of nobles, and the existence of laws and regulations that only exist to protect the rich...

A red seed has been deeply buried in her throbbing heart.

Talula is about to go to the outer ring. Compared with the stagnant water in the west side, the outer ring is more chaotic. There are many people living in desperate situations, and more people seize the opportunity to take advantage of the wind to soar into the sky.

Therefore, Tarula still wants to hear their thoughts.

Then there is her Uthas hometown, those infected people who are oppressed to do the hardest and most exhausting work, what are they in their hearts?

In the past, Tarula would think that these people were mud-legged, simple-minded, and didn't know how to study and read.

But after talking a lot, she discovered that these seemingly simple people also have a lot of life wisdom hidden in their hearts, which is by no means as shallow as she imagined.

In the midst of suffering and torture, the thinking that a person will carry out is always more valuable than empty grief.

Dragging a small suitcase along the road, she suddenly turned sideways instinctively, avoiding the thrown books, and was attracted by the noise in front of her.

It was a group of half-old children, a few people bullied a thin and weak girl, pushed her to the ground, all the books fell out, and they were thrown around.

A trace of anger flashed in Tarula's eyes.

Not to mention that the little girl is an infected person, just an ordinary person, so she can't stand being bullied by a man.

Before Talula strode forward, she pressed her sword on the hilt and shouted, "If you want to survive, get out of here!"

She didn't need to make extra moves, just the dignity of the eyes dissipating, could make these little shit kids cold all over, running in all directions one by one.

Talula didn't chase, but kindly pulled up the little girl who was being bullied: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

The little girl looked at Tarula's face, suddenly a lot of trust was born, and she nodded vigorously.

"Okay, I have something to leave first. Little sister, remember this number. If they bully you again, just tell me."

Tarula wrote a note to the little girl and waved away freely.

The little girl was stunned while holding the note, biting her lip and said: "Little sister? But Mephistopheles is a boy..."

But he put the note away seriously.

Chapter 434 Mephistopheles and Faust

Longmen, West District, South Street.

This is a commercial street not far from Baigui Street. Compared with the cleanliness and order guarded by You Xingxiong and his brother, this place is chaotic and crazy, spawning a lot of messy practitioners.

Many of them wandered in gray areas, such as Buddy's navy studio in the past, and some simply sank into the dark.

Of course, in the most chaotic places, the supply of food, clothing, housing and transportation and the decent occupations that people need are the majority.

This is the case in the Mephistopheles family. His ancestors have passed down the craftsmanship of various sugar people. In his grandmother’s generation, it has been carried forward to nougat, marshmallow, lollipop, and chocolate candy. Handmade candies are famous.

Of course, because of the economy of the West District, the price cannot go up, the production is troublesome, and it is easy to be beaten by more and more developed industrial products, and the business is actually declining.

By the time of Mephistopheles' father, relying on the business in the store, he could no longer support the family for three generations, especially after having children, the expenses increased sharply, and his father turned to the energy mining industry.