To be honest, when choosing the location and decoration of the office, Omo considered that he would most likely need to move his main position from home to here.
But when he thought about this step, he also considered it as a "last resort".
What does it mean to be forced?
If you have no choice, it is... the worst choice.
Because it is the worst choice, the preparation for this choice is also very poor.
The decoration is barely adequate, the architectural structure is unsatisfactory, and the appearance is not so luxurious and spacious. Although it is comprehensive enough and the relevant facilities for food, clothing, housing and transportation have been taken into consideration, it is nothing more.
It was just a temporary consideration, rather than really being built as a home.
so--
"Hey, is the food ready yet?" - Sunday Jingjing standing at the door.
"...'Friends', the trainer is already working hard." - Manchester City Teahouse who helps in the kitchen
"Is this the attitude you should have when you eat and drink for free?!" - Omer Linton, who rarely lives in Bengbu in front of Sunday tranquility.
"Trainer~? Ouch! Hurry up! Hurry up! Isn't dinner served yet?" - Eri Tatoko protracted her words and looked weak.
"I just told you to be honest and let me help. I think this kind of situation should be rare here? Right, little Bourbon." - Representative Qianming who was not allowed to help.
"Judgment - the kitchen area is insufficient, I suggest Qianaki-senpai follow the Master's instructions." - Miura Bourbon poked his head at the door and then retracted.
"Why are you all here in the kitchen? Did Little Snake make any new dishes? Eh? Who are you?" - He just walked downstairs and walked to the door, looking at Qianming's representative Akane Shinjou in surprise.
"Hello, my name is Representative Qianming, and I am Mr. Linton's associate..." "Okay, okay, everyone, go back and sit down. This place is not spacious to begin with! Everyone except the teahouse and Sunday Quiet, please get out!"
"Why should I stay?"
"The most annoying person is responsible for serving food and bowls!"
——The above chaos is proof that the office kitchen exceeds its functionality.
Even if the chef is not late, and even if there are no big surprises in the cooking process, the large number of dishes required for this meal is enough to delay the establishment of lunch.
After all, the kitchen is really not big enough, and there is no thought that it will need to support a meal for seven people.
Among these seven people there are five horse ladies,
Two of them, namely Bourbon and Tea House, will still do basic training in the morning, and this also means that their appetite will be much bigger.
A certain horse girl who chases motorcycles with her legs after leaving the city is not far behind in the amount of exercise. It cannot be judged by the amount of food of the horse girl on standby.
That is two ordinary big stomachs + three big stomach pluses, and then Omer himself and Shinjou...
At this time, maybe I should be grateful that Shinjou's appetite is indeed average, but Omo will still say, "I'm going to be like this if this continues!" 'sense of crisis.
His hands were sore from shaking the spoon, as if he had beaten Ji Canghai all night.
Now that eight dishes have been served, I can't help but worry and ask: "How does the spirit body eat?"
He was asking about Sunday quiet.
Although what I was thinking was, 'Since they are all ghosts, does the cooking process count you as full? ', but if you say it, probably both pots and dishes will rise in Wuhu.
After hearing this question, Sunday Jingjing gave him a subtle look, which was rare without ridicule or arrogance, but gave him a solid suggestion:
"If you really want to save time, you should just order takeout, or go out to eat."
"No," Omo refused, "I have been taking time to read about nutrition these days, and I need to verify my learning results."
Hearing this, Zhou Jingjing glanced at the pot subtly: "...It sounds like this meal will be unpalatable."
"It's not like I favor one dish over another. If I'm not sure about the dish, I'll improve it myself." Omer shook his head.
"This is really reassuring to hear. Zofia must let you go and talk to Miss Furong."
As soon as Ning Jing took a few steps back while holding the bowl on Sunday, someone took her place and stood between Omo and the cafe. It was a representative of Qian Ming who was trying to make a living.
But Omo's attitude towards her would be slightly better. After all, the other party was rushing to pay for the ingredients for this meal.
"Why are you back again? Shintiao asked too many questions?"
There is no one with poor hearing in this kitchen, including the devil chef - he really knows how to become a devil for the sake of this high-end kitchen.
Then, Representative Qianming was greeted with a look of admiration as he looked at it when he had time for the second meeting.
The tall demon, who was more than two and a half meters tall, was turning over and over with a spatula. He was covered in scales and even skipped an apron. He was completely unafraid of the occasional flames. It was in line with the promotional video of the culinary department of Yuan Neng University. ——
——They really think that hell creatures are very suitable to be chefs, especially after the latter have become more and more exposed to the recipes of foreign races, and they have almost stopped eating hair and drinking blood.
The reason why this small kitchen seems crowded is partly due to this devil.
But if it hadn't been like this, it might not have been so smooth until now.
And those who help with things like cutting vegetables, scraping skins, and passing things around also promote the excellent qualities of seance students.
He was completely unafraid of the devilish shape that could stop a child from crying at night, and even commanded a few 'friends' to assist him.
Several ingredients and tools are flying in the air, which can be described as the quietest poltergeist phenomenon.
"Not really, I just want to tell you that it's not convenient for Sirius to come over, so we have to go find her later."
"Inconvenient?" The devil turned back in surprise, the flames in his eyes swaying slightly, and the mouth full of sharp teeth opened slightly, faintly showing the silvery white fire in the mouth.
Therefore, it is really remarkable that the Manchester City Teahouse can live in harmony with this appearance.jpg
On Sunday, Ning Jing felt quite uncomfortable seeing him like this, and would find reasons to stay away if nothing happened.
But Representative Qianming's silence was not because of the other party's honor, but because he was thinking about how to express it tactfully, especially since there were children present.
"...she hit a car."
"You might as well just say she was in a car accident." Omer felt that her tact could only be described as tragic.
But she spoke plausibly: "Talk about a car accident as if she was seriously injured, which is inappropriate."
This look was somewhat familiar, causing Zhou Jingjing, who re-entered the kitchen, to look askance at the demon.
The latter obviously lacked consciousness. The white spots in his eyes glanced at Zhou Jingjing, who had a somewhat 'strange' look, and then took care of the metal pot in front of him again: "But if it is not convenient for you to come over, the injury is not minor, right?"
"That's not true, it's just that there was a very famous trainer on the other side of the car accident." Qianming took out his phone and looked at it. "Now she is surrounded by reporters. I guess she can see the first-hand news on TV after dinner. .”
This answer made the kitchen very silent, even the things floating in the air paused, and the quiet eyes of the teahouse and Sunday were very sisterly.
And the shovel in Omo's hand paused for a moment.
"...Who is that trainer?"
"James Stewart, I have heard of him. Do you know him?"
"oh…"
Omer's expression was complicated.
"The one who calls: I'm maybe in the trainer chat room."
Thanks to the narrator of a certain comic for the reward!
thanks, thanks!
