The supervisor does not die from a debt

The supervisor held up his hands and gestured in various gestures: "And I tell you, this thing can even be expanded, made bigger and stronger, as long as we have enough imagination, it can even fly into space. Become a..."

Before he finished speaking, a large amount of ice and water mixture was dropped from the top of the supervisor's head, and then it was drained away by the open grille on the floor under his body, completely submerging what the supervisor wanted to say next in the torrent, no Give him any much needed opportunity.

"It is detected that you are trying to instill possibly wrong knowledge to the department head. In order to calm you down, the company will not stingy with a little ice-water mixture as a cooling material."

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PS: ...I want to be a small plug-in. Every day I enter the ticket request sentence and automatically generate it. The problem is that I am good food (

874. The source of happiness comes from... well, carbon water

The supervisor kept coughing because there was water in his throat, and there was still a lot of it. Thanks to this basin of cold water, he really woke up completely.

Then the sudden hot wind evaporated him quickly, and his whole body did not look like he had been filled with water. Then the supervisor raised his finger again: "I haven't finished talking before, and the most important thing is, remember more... …"

The equipment capable of spraying water cannons was a little closer to him, the supervisor moved his mouth, and finally sighed: "Okay, it doesn't seem very good to listen to these now, but even if you spray me with water cannons, I have to say, Huge robots are a man’s romance, you know a fart as an AI."

"I really don't understand. So it won't stop what you said, except for any information other than dangerous information. Please consider yourself, where is the boundary of dangerous information."

The supervisor stood up unconvinced: "Where, is it a threat if I shouted long live the emperor?!"

The surrounding warning equipment sounded abruptly, and then fell silent. Christina slowly replied: "Confirmation is not a threat. Obviously, the information you spread will not cause abnormal disturbance. I am curious. What exactly are you talking about? what?"

"It's nothing, just shout and shout, don't care."

The supervisor sighed, to be honest, if he could really contain an emperor or something, maybe he wouldn't have to work so hard, but that was just a dream. Things have to be done step by step.

Nepujiya over there had already finished her work. After finishing the paperwork, she put it to the supervisor and stood up shaking her head.

"There are very few people in the company who can discuss this with me because they are always fiddling with the machine... Ah, let alone the desk, can I borrow an area? Because I have a lot of things to do later, so Can I make some simple dinners today?"

As long as it is not an orange dinner, or as long as it is not instant noodles and Dr. Pepper Coke, the supervisor can accept it. Although to be honest, the drink tastes quite good. Now the supervisor feels that drinking ordinary Coke is not enough.

No, you can't give up your force field.

Shaking his head vigorously, the supervisor helped Nepujiya organize all the documents on the right side of the desk on the ground, and then watched her use her work board to poke a little bit on it, and she was a little expectant about what she would do.

The first thing that was sent up was a regular-looking rectangular iron plate, which was connected to the equipment below and placed on the table alone, a bit like an iron dining table, but the supervisor understood it at a glance... although The buttons to operate are not the same. Isn't this just making teppanyaki.

Nepujiya carefully placed the transparent cover around her, beside her, several mechanical arms cooperated with her actions to open all kinds of ingredients in the sealed box, looking orderly.

Afterwards, Nepujiya stretched out her hand to tie her hair into a ponytail with a ribbon, put on her apron and paused for a while, and rolled up her sleeves with embarrassment.

"Hmm... Sure enough, it's a bit awkward to cook in a uniform... I usually look more casual in the kitchen, which always feels strange..."

Chino leaned close to her, tiptoe, as if he wanted to help, the supervisor didn't say anything, just taking advantage of her relatively free time to take a look at the processed documents.

By the way, I grabbed the teapot with the mercury lamp on the table, took a sip of the slightly hot tea, and used it as a mouthwash—well, no black feathers came over this time.

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Nepujia very carefully poured the prepared paste-like white liquid on the iron plate, and it made a burning sound, making Tomano open his eyes curiously, not worried that the hot oil would jump. stand up.

"Is this... making crepes? I have eaten it several times and it's delicious..."

"It's not quite right to say crepes, because this is just the beginning, don't worry."

Nepujiya turned the two spatulas — yes, the supervisor sat there and looked at them delicately. The two spatulas are very familiar, probably the same as they used to see others making Tianjin pancakes — and turned the pancakes around. Come here, after lowering the temperature, things start to pile up on it.

Brush the brown sauce a few times, then layer the half-cooked bacon on top, then brush a layer of sauce, stack the chopped vegetables on top, and drizzle it with a different sauce, then stop slightly stop.

"Well... I think about it, it seems like this..."

Put what looks like shelled shrimp tails on the top, Nepujiya knocked an egg, beat it into egg liquid, made a new round cake, pasted it on top, and piled it up. I made some udon noodles and finally combined them into one.

The taste of the sauce and the fresh-looking ingredients made the supervisor subconsciously swallow the saliva. The body reminded him that he needed carbon water. Obviously, the Okonomiyaki in front of him...or the non-fermented stuffed inside. Bakery burgers are exactly what he needs.

Nepujiya didn't let the supervisor wait too long. The right iron plate heat made the Okonomiyaki quickly finished. After gently scraping off the shovel, she cut off a quarter of it and placed it on Put the plate in front of the supervisor.

Then he handed him a shovel and chopsticks... To be honest, the shovel is redundant.

The strong-looking skin can be easily pierced with chopsticks. The supervisor did not hesitate. Although it still looks hot, he doesn't care about the slight temperature anymore.

Then he continued to exhale, with the joy of the mellow sauce, bacon and the salty taste of the dough, so that the supervisor did not intend to shut up, even if it was hot and painful, he was willing to chew hard. A few times, and then swallowed into the stomach.

The joy of eating is not just that. When the supervisor continued to pick up the Okonomiyaki in front of him with his chopsticks, he suddenly started directly, just like eating a hamburger, grabbed the greasy-looking Okonomiyaki and started eating directly.

Chino was also assigned a piece, but at her personal request, it was only about one-tenth of the weight, so when she was holding a plate and sitting next to the supervisor, the contrast seemed quite strong.

Looking at the supervisor who was swollen in his mouth, Chino was in a delicate mood. After rubbing the corner of his mouth with his handkerchief, he found that the supervisor suddenly stopped chewing.

Following his gaze, he saw that Nepujiya was pulling a pipe that could absorb oil fume from the ceiling, and then swiftly piercing food such as octopus whiskers on the bamboo skewers.

Accompanied by the intensive sound of'thorns', the smell of cumin and protein boiling over instantly filled the entire office.

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PS: Humans can’t understand each other-well, please ask for tickets and blades

875. There are some words that you can never believe!

To be honest, this may have been the happiest day for the supervisor in the past few days. Okonomiyaki is sufficient and tastes salty and fresh without feeling greasy, and the sizzling squid silk... is a familiar taste.

Perhaps different from others, the supervisor personally likes the grilled squid whiskers with just a large amount of cumin salt and a little chili powder. Nepujiya obviously understands this and has not prepared anything else for the supervisor.

Trying to chew the tough food in his mouth, while the supervisor shook the bamboo skewers, he took a bite of Okonomiyaki without hesitation. There was no room for words.

To tell the truth, because his food was so violent, the mercury lamp even had to retreat a certain distance while carrying his skirt, for fear of being stained with oil... But he seemed to eat so delicious, is the food really delicious?

Filled the supervisor’s glass with freshly iced Coke (without mental energy concentrate), and Tomano nodded: "Well! Miss Mercury Lantern may not understand, but whether it is eating or resting, she is alive and a person. Proof of..."

"Even if we no longer need to rest and supplement nutrition, there are more efficient ways, but we must maintain this habit in order to correct our position... Well, we must also be aware of it from a young age!"

Tomono seriously ate the last piece of Okonomiyaki on the plate, and was about to say that he was full, the supervisor handed a bunch of octopus to her.

Seeing the slight red color on it, Chino held it in trouble, and the appearance of serious preaching just disappeared completely-although she said very badly, she was still very hard on spicy food.

However, this is handed over by the supervisor, and it cannot be wasted!

Two minutes later, Tomino curled up in his chair with tears in his eyes, holding a glass of ice milk in his hand, and his nose turned red.

However, the supervisor didn't change anything at all, even when Nepujiya changed into a skewer of grilled chicken shanks, I hoped she could add another point of spiciness.

After receiving the supervisor's request, Nepujiya picked up another pinch of chili powder from the side of the robotic arm and carefully sprinkled it on the chicken legs that had been brushed with oil and barbecue sauce several times.

The grease overflowed from the gap cut by the blade, and while sizzling on the iron plate, it continued to exude a scent that was absolutely irresistible in the room.