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The pot started beeping.Dylan opened the lid of the pot, stirred the clear soup with a large spoon, poured some fine salt and spices, and put the lid back on.On the other side, the vegetables in the pool were still soaking.Dylan went over, picked and cleaned the vegetables carefully, and began to chop the vegetables into pieces with a sharp steel knife.For specific seasoning plants, he cuts them into other shapes, some are thin and long, and some are as fine as particles, which are almost invisible when singled out.

From morning to now, Dylan has not rested for a while.He never had a chance to catch his breath.

When he first came to negotiate with the cook, the cook concluded that he was insulting her cooking skills, and her face became indescribably ugly.Dylan had to explain exactly what was going on.When the envoys' collective vomiting incident was used as an example, the cook choked up visibly, and finally said reluctantly that he did not want to occupy the big kitchen, but the spare small kitchen could be given to him. use.

Naturally, Dylan thanked the cook for her compromise.After all, to the envoy, this is comparable to a life-saving grace.

In this way, Dylan stepped into the small kitchen for the first time.

After coming to this place, Dylan understood the meaning of idleness.The degree of desolation made him dumbfounded, and the ubiquitous spider webs in the corners were enough to frighten a hero.Dylan tremblingly approached the kitchen counter, and when he touched it, he was coughed by the tangy dust.

Of course such a kitchen cannot be used for cooking.Dylan had to roll up his sleeves and sweep the place with all his might.

When he was almost packed, most of the morning had passed, so he hurriedly started cooking again.

On the way, Dylan was really hungry, so he ate a few mouthfuls to fill his stomach, and then sent food to Dingler.

Dylan pushed a trolley, arrived at Dingler's room, and knocked on the door three times.

After a while, Ding Le came out and opened the door, his droopy eyes widened when he saw Dylan.

"Dee Dee, you...you..."

"Are you a little late?" Dylan said guiltily. "I know, but it took a lot of time just to clean the kitchen."

"No." Dingler took a lunch box from the trolley, "I mean, don't you see what you look like now?"

Dylan was ushered into the room by him. He looked at himself for some reason, and suddenly understood what Ding Le meant.

It means that he is all dirty now, his white robe has changed into black, and he has no image at all, right?

But there is no way around it. I want to work, but I also want to stay out of the dust. How can there be such a good thing in the world.

Ding Le couldn't wait to open the lid, sat down on the floor and set the rice bowls and plates, and began to eat and drink.

Dylan wanted to sit down and chat with Dingler, but he felt too dirty to move.

"If I'm not mistaken, there are two other lunch boxes on the trolley." Ding Le said vaguely.

Dylan nodded, "I'll send them there later."

Ding Le laughed, "Looks like I'm the first one."

This fact obviously made Dingler happy, so he suggested, "I have to go to the infirmary later, I just send it to Repa. As for the Paladin Commander..." He glanced at Dylan, "Why don't you tidy up yourself first and change into a decent outfit?"

is this necessary?Dylan hesitated, but said honestly, "I didn't bring a change of clothes."

After all, he thought that he only needed to stay here for one day, so he only brought spare underwear and a few daily necessities.

"I guessed it." Ding Le pointed his free little finger at the closet next to him, "Actually, I only wanted to bring my current set of work clothes, but just in case, I still brought a few private clothes with me." Seeing Dylan really went to the closet, Ding Le suddenly remembered something, immediately put down the bowl and jumped up, "Hey wait, just stand there, I'll get it."

Dylan stood aside in bewilderment, allowing Dingler to rummage in the closet.

After a while, when Ding Le found that he was still there dumbfounded, he drove him into the bathroom to turn on the water.

"I put my clothes on the chair outside."

Ding Le's voice came from outside the bathroom.

"You can get it when you open the door."

Dylan agreed, and Ding Le somehow felt like an old lady.

He finished as fast as he could in the bathroom, towel-dried his hair, and opened the door.

There was indeed a chair outside with folded clothes and trousers on it.

Dylan grabbed it and put it on, and finally went to the mirror and looked at it.

Seeing this, Dylan almost choked on his own saliva.

The bottoms are quite satisfactory, but this top is actually pink.

The pink one is okay, there is actually a white rabbit pattern.

I didn't expect Ding Le's taste in private servers to be so...childlike.

Leaving the bathroom with mixed emotions, Dylan found that there was no one in the room.

And there was a lunch box missing from the trolley outside the door, Ding Le should have taken it away.

Dylan wrapped the dirty clothes in a bag and took them directly to the laundry room.

Then he came back and pushed the cart upstairs.

Dylan only knew that the chief paladin's room was on the upper floor, but he didn't know the specific house number.

However, Dylan quickly found the room without any further thought, because the chief paladin didn't close the door at all.

"Sir..."

A head poked in timidly, which immediately caught the attention of the chief paladin.

When he saw the other person walking in with something in his hand, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

"And made me a copy?"

"...Hmm. I accidentally overdid it."

Seeing Dylan turn his face away, with a coy look, the chief paladin warned himself not to laugh out loud.

"I see. Messenger, thank you for your kindness." He took Dylan's lunch box seriously, but his eyes couldn't help staying on the eye-catching pink sweater, "Is that a rabbit on it?"

"..."

Blushed.

so cute.

Feeling the turbulence in his heart, the chief paladin secretly clenched his palms to prevent himself from yelling out some inappropriate words.I always feel that I am more like the sick one than Repa.He took a few deep breaths and calmly opened the lid of the lunch box.

Holy Moen...!What the hell is this?

The paladin commander was dumbfounded at the green vegetables in his eyes.

Did these messengers grow up eating grass? !

"What's wrong?" Dylan asked sharply. "Is the food not to your liking?"

The little messenger looked a little downcast.Realizing this, the Chief Paladin took a quick bite and found that the taste was much better than expected.The ordinary bread, green vegetables and multigrain porridge have been strangely seasoned and turned into a refreshing and delicious food.

So the paladin leader relaxed, "No, it's delicious." It's just that the portion is too small.

Not bad for a snack considering he already had his main meal.

"Really?"

"real."

After being affirmed, the little messenger burst out laughing, his face was flushed, and only a pair of fluffy animal ears were dangling on his head.

The paladin leader forcibly suppressed the urge to touch the opponent's head, maintaining his indifference, "Have you already eaten?"

"Yes, sir."

"Don't do that next time."

"what?"

He stood up and seriously looked down at the emissary who was only as high as his shoulders, "Next time you will dine with me."

Hearing this request for the first time, the envoy opened his eyes blankly and kept scanning his face, as if trying to figure out his intention.He thought he had expressed it in a straightforward and simple way, but the messenger's response was full of uncertainty, "Okay... okay...? Sir."

"I'm not your commander." The Paladin Commander sat back on the chair, "Just call me Ted."

"Okay, sir," said the messenger, sticking his neck out. "May I ask to leave this room, sir?"

"..." He waved his hands in frustration, "Go."

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