The Dark King

It didn’t take long for the enchanting maid to come back and follow behind a figure wearing a black tuxedo. This was a middle-aged man with pale skin, dark blue eyes, deep eye sockets, a tall nose bridge, and very cheeks. It has a three-dimensional silhouette and is very handsome.

He looked indifferent, glanced at Du Dean, looked at him for a moment, took the guide's certificate, glanced at him twice, and recorded Du Dean's identity information. He nodded slightly, "Senior chef? My salary here There are only twenty silver coins per month, are you willing?"

Du Di'an's face was disappointed, hesitantly said: "Yes, can you add more?"

The middle-aged housekeeper frowned slightly, pondering for a moment, and said, "I am thinking of being a senior chef and giving you five silver coins. If you want, you can stay, if you don't want to leave."

Du Dean hesitated for a moment, and finally showed his determination, "I will."

The middle-aged butler raised his eyebrows slightly, somewhat surprised, his dark blue eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Du Dean, "Why? Under your conditions, you should be able to find a better place."

"I desperately need money." Du Di'an lowered his head, seeming to be a little difficult to speak, rubbing his clothes with both hands, very restrained and nervous.

The middle-aged housekeeper has a sudden look in his eyes, saying indifferently: "Have a good job in advance. I have to work for at least one year. I must not leave halfway. Otherwise, you should know the cost of violating the labor contract. For the sake of money, I can predict your salary for three months in advance, what do you think?"

Du Di'an looked overjoyed and looked at him gratefully, "Thank you, sir!"

The butler smiled indifferently and said to the maid next to him: "Angela, take him to the kitchen and take a look at his cooking skills. Just as the second lady is hungry, let him make a cake and send it."

"Yes, butler." The charming maid nodded with a smile, then blinked at Du Dean, playful and charming, "Mr. Chef, please come with me."

Du Di'an was red-faced, Nene bowed his head, and kept pace.

Angela led Du Dean through the hall to the back of the main hall, bypassing several rooms and passing another door. The kitchen was at the back of the building.

As soon as Du Di'an entered the kitchen, he saw three people dressed in chef clothes sitting on an open wooden bench outside the kitchen, playing cards and playing the game of ghosts.Seeing Angela coming, the three were startled and quickly stood up. Bi Gong said with respect: "Have you seen Miss Angela, why are you here?"

Angela glanced at the three and frowned slightly. "Why, I can't come here?"

The three of them hurriedly waved their hands. One of them laughed and said: "Of course I can come, Miss Angela. You are still as beautiful today as before. Hey, who is this person?"

Angela is already immune to his farts, and has a faint look. He waved: "This is a new chef, he is younger than you, but others are senior chefs. You will learn well in the future. Now let me go out, I Look at his cooking skills."

The three looked at Du Di'an in surprise. The young man in linen was unexpectedly a senior chef. When they heard Angela's words, the three eyes flashed and looked at each other. He smiled and bowed back.

After the three left, Angela closed the kitchen door, walked in front of Du Dean with a voluptuous pace, gently raised her hand, and lifted Du Dean's chin, her white cheeks were full of flirting, and her sexy tongue was licked. Lips licked, "Mr. Cook, you are so handsome!"

Du Di'an was stunned, seeing the thirst in her eyes, her fingers clenched slightly, but she quickly loosened, and she blushed and moved to the beginning, saying: "Miss Angela, you laughed. What kind of dishes do I need to prove my cooking?" ?"

Angela grinned, turned to Du Dean's cheek, leaned close to Du Dean, exhaled like blue, almost the two lips almost touched together, Du Dean can even smell the strong scent from her, making The man felt strangely excited. He leaned back slightly and grinned reluctantly: "Miss Angela, you seem to be too close."

Angela saw Du Dean's shy look, brightened her eyes, and lifted Du Dean's chin with her finger, and said with a voice: "Prove that your chef's dish is right in front of you, don't you try it?"

Du Dian smiled bitterly in his heart and said, "Miss Angela, if we don't hurry up and make pastries, will Miss II wait too long?"

Angela's upper body is already leaning on Du Dean, soft and boneless, and her body is warm, her fingers are lightly lit on Du Dean's chest, very playful, and with a fatal temptation, "Mr. Cook, don't you want it? That’s what everyone else does. Don’t you understand what they mean? Do you like being passive?” After that, he looked up at Du Dean.

Du Dian sighed in her heart, hugged her body, said: "Of course I like to take the initiative."

Angela felt strangled by Du Di'an's arm, a little drunken in her eyes, and said, "People love you like this..." He stopped short of the words, his head flicked, and fell on Du Di'an's shoulder, his body Softened.

Du Dian put her body aside gently, her face had returned to indifference, turned like ice, turned on the faucet in the sink by the kitchen, washed her hands, and waited for several times before turning off the faucet and looking at it. From this kitchen alone, it can be seen how widely the technological scale of the entire Poulja wall has spread. To get water in Sylvia, you need to scoop it from the well.

But here, underground water pipes and water pumps have been used.

Du Dean opened the cabinet, found flour and some ingredients from inside, and made it in the kitchen.

Soon, a steamed western-style pastry came out of the oven, he turned and yanked open the kitchen door, thumped three times, and three figures fell in. It was the three previous chefs.

The three climbed up in a hurry, their eyes quickly swept, and soon they saw Angela lying on the ground that seemed to be asleep, a little surprised, and quickly recovered, embarrassedly said: "How are you?"

Du Di'an saw the three people's eyes, frowning slightly, and suddenly thought he missed something. He blocked Angela and asked, "What kind of pastry does Miss Two like?"

"Sweet, sweet." The three said quickly.

Du Dean nodded, pulled up the kitchen door, and slammed it shut.

Immediately, he turned to remove Angela's clothes from the ground, and got his clothes untidy. Then he got up to wash his hands and made another pastry. This time he added a lot of sugar and fruit puree, and when he was done, he pushed the kitchen away. Door.

The three chefs sat not far away and looked out from the door. Without looking carefully before, Angela’s clothes were obviously fiddled with, and the white outline on her chest was clearly visible, which was very tempting.

The three came over and gave thumbs up to Du Dean, "Brother, great."

Du Dian asked: "Where is the second lady's room, do I need to deliver this pastry in person?"