The supervisor does not die from a debt

For a few minutes, or just after Aoba resigns, the supervisor is wondering whether to go to Nepujiya and ask—she seems to be repairing the equipment every day. Are those things broken so often—the elevator on the left There was a sound of equipment running in between.

Did Chino or Futaba come here so early today?Maybe I could have dinner together...well, maybe it wasn't Chino, the coffee shop was unexpectedly busy today.

Looking through the notebook, the supervisor easily opened a relatively unpopular roglike game, let it stay on the main screen, right to put bgm.

Accompanied by the "ding" of the elevator arriving, what came out of it was wearing a fairly fitted skirt, looking very leisurely, but with a rather unexpected expression...Aoba.

"Oh? Miss Aoba, what's the matter, come to me suddenly, as you can see, I am actually in a good state of mind now, and there are no thoughts that may become gloomy..."

"No, it's strange... I should have arrived on the second floor of the rest area. Why did I come to the supervisor's office?"

Talking to herself, Aoba walked out of the elevator, and then shook her head. The pair of slender ponytails also shook together.

"Forget it, I actually want to be close to the supervisor, because... you know, fatigue does not disappear overnight or within a day, but don't worry, you just need to do your own thing. Well, no additional action is required."

Aoba turned her head and didn't meet the supervisor's gaze at all...It seemed to have been the same since entering the office. Could it be that the supervisor was retaliated by the mercury lamp and painted ghost symbols on his face when he was half unconscious?

"Well...how do you say it, after all, I won't have unstable department heads, so the corresponding situation will be better, just a little closer to you."

With that said, Aoba dragged the chair that Tomono had previously rebuilt with paper with some effort. Seeing her so laborious appearance, the supervisor readily helped, and easily pulled the chair to the desk.

Thinking about it this way, Tomono, who would move it around in normal times...what is the upper limit of his power?!

Sitting on the high pile of documents, trying not to look at the dirty mercury lamp on the clothes, said in a dissatisfied voice: "Oh, idiot human, you have successfully fooled into an incomprehensible thing. You will always be fooled by your rhetoric. Have you gotten a round female?"

The puppet looked quite grudge, and the supervisor shrugged: "This is not my intention. Okay, today I will ask Nepji Yado to make a pudding for you. Come down."

"Just want to buy me food, you are too arrogant."

The supervisor took the organizer and placed it next to the pile of documents: "I mean, if you collapse this pile of documents and make it very troublesome to clean up, maybe Tomino will be angry."

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PS: Thank you Huayin for your reward~

PS4: ...I saw the news that an independent game producer was given a car by a fan, I can only sigh...Why not me?

682. Thinking about doing so much, eating and it's over

To be honest, the supervisor is actually quite concerned about the story of the so-called "Little Friends in the Black Forest", but Aoba also knows very little about this. The only thing that really understands it is Ling Ling.

But Ling will not reveal its information when the supervisor has not detected the information in this area. At most, he will tell the supervisor that there is nothing to be curious about there, and there is nothing now, and even the tree is not a real tree.

So it was really a forest before?

When she stopped her work, the supervisor looked at Aoba and found that she was holding the work board in both hands, and she was very happy to watch the constantly refreshing news on it. She even took off her shoes due to being too relaxed, and she seemed to be curled up in a chair. It looks like...is it that good-looking?

However, when the supervisor wanted to see what was written on the board, Aoba carefully shrank: "Then, that... supervisor, although I'm sorry, but these news do not belong to your jurisdiction, so you cannot open it to Look!"

Can’t you open it up? It’s a pity that the supervisor casually replied: “Okay, I’m just a little curious. What kind of news is that? It’s not a collection of employees’ dark history. You can threaten the other party to do what you say. Right."

Then she saw that Aoba’s ponytail was stretched straight, and she turned her head stiffly: “You’re so worried, how could there be such convenience...there is something that makes people unhappy, this is just a normal training log. It’s just a log..."

Log? That's good.To be honest, the supervisor is actually quite worried. Christina also said before that she also has a black history record of supervisors, and she will read them out in public when necessary...Humans have shame, and supervisors are humans, so there are.

Then, it was naturally the long-awaited dinner time for the supervisor-when Nepujiya asked him today, the supervisor said that it would be nice to be free, and then she actually prepared for the supervisor "at will."

What was sent up by the robotic arm was a half-curved iron plate with a bottom oil brush, and there was a relatively complicated one at the bottom, but the supervisor could tell at a glance that this thing is a small stove for a gas stove, and various supporting equipment. Oils, small brushes, iron clips and the like.

The first time Aoba saw this kind of battle, she blinked and took a huge silver dinner plate from the robotic arm with some difficulty. After placing it on the table, she saw the top of her head slowly lowered. A metal pipe.

The supervisor looked at it suspiciously: "Uh...what is this? Prevent me from lighting the office and spraying water, or pumping air to prevent me from being poisoned by gas?"

"Depending on the situation, the company does not recommend that you place your hands or any part of your body under the pipe, which will cause relatively troublesome conditions."

The supervisor hurriedly retracted his hand, then opened the dinner plate, and found that the various plates inside were stacked with fresh but not fishy meat that had been prepared.

"So that guy Ling is not kidding... It turned out to be a barbecue. It's a bit... fun to do it yourself."

The supervisor muttered to himself and clamped up a plate of pork loin, and the moment it was placed on the iron plate, it made a'sizzling' sound, the spicy moment of seasoning and barbecue contained in the fine white smoke Filled in the office, even the mercury lamp sitting high up sniffed subconsciously.

Taking out the seasoning, soy sauce and other flavoring dishes, the supervisor took out a pair of chopsticks and handed it to Aoba: "It seems that Nepujiya has predicted that it is not only me who will have dinner today. Would you like to try it? So many Something, I may not be able to solve it alone."

"Ah... good, good!"

There are quite a few meats that can be grilled, whether it is the pork loin, pork belly and bacon that were first put on top, or beef shoulder, beef back and the preparation called steak, and beef tongue that the supervisor admires.

Just roast it for a while, let it change color and dip it into the rich sauce, and then you can stuff the beef tongue, which is still sizzling, exuding heat and fat, into your mouth.

The taste is full of toughness, and it is quite real to chew. The combination of pre-seasoning and your favorite sauce is a taste that can be immersed in it.

While eating and roasting, even a robotic arm came out to help the supervisor barbecue, but the supervisor touched his chin, always feeling that something was wrong.

Therefore, when a piece of beef shoulder was stuffed into his mouth and chewed hard to taste the thick gravy contained in it, the supervisor cast his gaze on the screen wall and dragged it to a certain shop on the second floor of the rest area, making anna Bring myself a bottle of iced soju.

And paid a lot of money for it, but...

In the transparent glass, the transparent liquid whirled slightly, and two slices of lime and a considerable number of ice cubes floated in it, and fine water droplets condensed on the wall of the glass.

From the sizzling roasting pan, sandwiched a large slice of lamb rump, wrapped the finely chopped green onion and dipped it in the light soy sauce. The supervisor took it directly into the mouth without hesitation, and then chewed it hard.

As expected, it is full of grease but not fat, and a sip of cold wine is slightly sipped from the wine glass at the back, and the mouth seems to turn into flames, and it penetrates from the tongue to the throat. The refreshing feeling has never People who are not good at what's in the cup probably don't understand it at all.

Naturally, only Aoba was the one who sighed with the supervisor.She looked at the cup in her hand with blurred eyes, the slight acidity brought by the two slices of lime did not destroy the taste of the shochu, rather it even deepened its taste.

How should I put it, before, I was always just filling myself with wine, enjoying the feeling of being dizzy, but she had no interest in how to make drinks... After all, that was the job of a bartender.

The freshly roasted veal steak is quite soft. Although it does not melt in the mouth, it can be completely chewed by just grinding it with the teeth. Aoba quite likes it. Then, take a bite of shochu, the best Up!

He stretched out his chopsticks happily, and Aoba was stunned when he found that there was only one roast beef tenderloin left on the baking tray, but the supervisor immediately waved his hand and motioned Aoba to take it. He picked up a new plate at random, and then Put the conditioned chicken thighs on a baking tray that has been heated completely and can roast more.

As long as there is meat to eat, the supervisor's mood will become very good, and once only meat is needed, then...what is the vegetable, is it important? Is it necessary to eat besides being used as a foil to clean the mouth? ——

Motivated by this belief, the supervisor returned the lettuce to its original position, and then put the three lamb chops on the finale on the baking tray.

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PS:...Hey, someone seems to have said that in the end, readers must be reminded to vote for the blade. What else is there...

PS4: ...I just remembered that the food stocks I bought were all expired, and I almost starved to death...

683. Excessive alcohol intake will cause big problems... right?

When Chino finishes her work, and then comforts her beloved that she does not want to leave, and tells Rishi to let her go out to relax with her beloved, happily prepares to take the elevator to the supervisor's office, and see it like chaos Picture.

The Mercury Lantern was sitting on a high pile of documents, holding a pudding box that was quite huge for her in her arms, and scooping the pudding made by Nepujiya into her mouth, looking quite satisfied... mention.

At the desk, the supervisor and Aoba are holding their shoulders like good buddies (huge difference in height). The supervisor's left hand and Aoba's right hand are holding glasses about 1L in size, and the golden beer is accompanying them. The movements are wobbly.