The supervisor does not die from a debt

Tear off a piece of grilled meat from the tip of the iron drill, the first thing that rushes into the nose is a slightly pungent cumin flavor, and then it is incredible. Although the outside is a bit hard, the inside is soft and even dripping with gravy.

The heated meat skewers are constantly turned over, and a large amount of them is absorbed in the process of repeatedly applying the sauce. The complex taste is slightly spicy, allowing the supervisor to continuously inhale while constantly chewing it.

You will not be idle while you are roasting. You can taste the meat carefully roasted by the producer. After eating it, the first round of roasting is almost just finished... Well, the calculation is very detailed.

Futaba closed her eyes and kept fanning the wind with her hands. For her, this level of spiciness seemed a bit too much, so that her cheeks, which usually didn't look bloody, turned red.

However, she did not stop, or said, "I dare not eat", but after a little adaptation, she bit off another piece like a small animal, repeating the previous action.

With the chopsticks in his left hand, he placed a round piece of beef on the stone slab. The moment the stone slab brushed with primer came into contact with it, it made a sound of'sizzling', and the aroma of the barbecue was instantly stimulated. The supervisor who had eaten half of the skewers quickly, looked there without blinking.

When you fill your stomach, your mind will gradually become active, and sometimes even your brain will become active.So the speed at which the supervisor puts the barbecue, flips them, and tears the skewers in his hands becomes smoother.

By the way, the screen wall was zoomed to the bar where anna was, and after finding that she was staying in that position honestly, she ordered a glass of liqueur.

Putting down the skewers after eating, the supervisor brought out the prepared, slightly sparse sauce from the dinner plate, and when it was placed in front of herself and Futaba, he wiped her cheeks with a tissue.

Even so, Futaba did not stop eating in his mouth, so much so that he kept making strange sounds of "Mum Mum Mum".

"Don't worry, the portion is very large, even to the point of abundance, eat slowly, don't worry... In other words, why don't you take off your glasses? If it is splashed with oil, wouldn't it be difficult to wipe it?"

Swallowing the grilled meat in his mouth, Futaba took a drink and drank it: "Because it is very delicious. So forget it, um."

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"I, Sakura Manji, God Killer"

Eh...I feel pretty good, huh...

446. Man is a complex creature that is affected by the environment.

The tender roast beef has been smeared with barbecue sauce in advance. After being grilled on a slate and then dipped in salty sauce, the soft taste brought by one bite, even the supervisor almost broke the skin in the mouth. ——No way, I really can’t bear to let go.

In the wall of the screen, anna puts a glass of liqueur under the bar, and then the robotic arm sends a transparent glass to the supervisor's table, and he is dividing the roasted beef into two, and then Futaba strongly discourages him , Took away more than half.

"It looks like you really like eating. I almost forget what it is like to eat, Director, what do you think?"

Anna wiped the wine glass as if her mind was moving, and the shop was crowded with people, and it looked very lively, but it couldn't affect the small personal barbecue banquet the supervisor had here. How could it be so leisurely.

Dip a piece of beef in the sauce, the supervisor spread it out on a plate, then grabbed a handful of chopped green onions from the plate, rolled them up, and stuffed them into the mouth.

The strong and pungent smell caused the supervisor to cough a few times, and the peculiar green onion spiciness accompanied by chewing made the taste of beef with sauce richer.

That's right, this is how adults eat, and ordinary young people can't accept it!

The supervisor squinted his eyes and swallowed the food in his mouth, then continued to place the pork tenderloin and pork belly on the stone slab, and answered anna's question after a little thought.

"Probably... it is mentally and physically, being constantly filled with what I desire. This process makes people want to stop."

Anna paused for a while, then suddenly turned to look at the window of the bar, where a woman with white hair was standing behind, observing the situation in the bar.

"It turns out that it's like those things the boss did to Jill, pursuing physical and spiritual satisfaction, um, it's worth studying."

She said this with a smile, stretched out her hand to catch a wine bottle flying over from Jill, placed it on the wine cabinet behind her, and gave the supervisor a glass of sake.

"Just treat it as a gift. I'm obviously the head of the staff rest area, but I basically didn't provide you with any help-that's fine. If I buy something from me in the future, I will give you a 9-40% discount. ?"

Is this different from a 5% discount? The price difference is only a few dollars at the top?!

But then, it was just in charge of a barbecue feast for one person. Futaba just tasted a little and leaned back on the chair happily, stroking her belly contentedly. If it weren't for the supervisor always wiping her face, it might be a Xiaohualian.

"Eating is very satisfying! Body is also very healthy! Very clear-headed! Now I am very good!" After making such a declaration, she began to bury her head on her computer again, tapping the seemingly endless Code.

The supervisor flipped the tender tenderloin and spread the sauce on it, wondering if she needed to help her, for example, learn to write some code or something.

However, until the meal was full of barbecue, the greens were only the scallion and the scallion dinner. When the supervisor felt tired and rushed to rinse his mouth, Futaba did not stop working and was immersed in endless data. Extricate yourself.

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Watching the robotic arm retract the dinner plate, the supervisor conveniently placed the wine glass on the dinner plate. After that, he cleaned the table and probably wiped off the spilled grease. Then he sat back in position and pulled the keyboard. Clicking on Christina's forehead with the mouse, until she disappeared, she found a game to open.

The whole movement was incredibly smooth, as if he had become accustomed to life here.

"Speaking of it, do I still need to train my employees today how to deal with that annoying anomaly? If necessary, I have to rehearse in advance. I feel that the employees are progressing very quickly, and there are even signs of surpassing me."

Futaba pushed his glasses and replied after thinking for a while: "For the time being, I don’t need it anymore. Everyone is working hard. My brother has more things to do. Moreover, he has established a complex behavior model. Probably no problem with the drill."

"However, if my brother has free time, he can also randomly join the training to check the progress of the staff...well, there is no problem, it is very reasonable."

That is to say, the supervisor should treat himself as a rare monster that refreshes randomly, and occasionally join the game of employees to confirm their progress, right?

The supervisor nodded, turned off the previous game, and replaced it with music with a gloomy guitar, filled with smoke and sparks.

Then he dragged the wall of the screen so that the picture crossed directly to the middle of the first floor of the rest area, which is the coffee shop of Chino's house-but before that, he seemed to see Ling Xian carrying the medicine box and wearing a white lab coat. Go to Aoba's residence.

Is she sick?

But generally speaking, department heads will not get sick, just in case, the supervisor still drags the screen to the vicinity of Lingxian and then zooms.

In the picture, Ling Xian quickly found the supervisor. She turned her head, and while still walking forward, she changed the hand of the medicine box: "Supervisor, do you have anything to do?"

"Um... It's just rare to see you go to the clinic, and it's going to Aoba. What's wrong? She is sick?"

Ling Xian waved his hand: "It's nothing, it's just a routine physical examination. All the department heads in the company are checked by me...By the way, Miss Futaba's body has recovered well. I hope to continue."

At the supervisor's side, Futaba shrank himself into a ball, pretending that he couldn't see Ling Xian, nor could he hear her preaching.

However, it is just a routine check. The supervisor is afraid that if she suddenly says, "In fact, she is not stable, I hope you will pay more attention." It is estimated that you will have a headache again.

In the picture, Ling Xian paused for a while, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pull his ears, but only to prevent them from drooping on his head.

"Also, although it's not very good for me. Miss Aoba's condition is not very good, just relying on conditioning and calming her mind, the effect is not very good."

"If nothing happens, she may become a little different in the near future... Maybe you need to be prepared."

After speaking, she left the center of the screen and walked towards the regional elevator.

I didn't realize it at all, the whole person in charge was not good. What's this, good news followed by bad news, and then told him, will the difficulty of management enter the unknown territory again?!

"I wish I didn't talk to Ling Xian just now, otherwise I might be happy for a while."

Futaba tilted his head slightly, not quite understanding the supervisor's thoughts.