Mecha Era for Kitchen

The leisurely Mr. Chen Zikai sank crookedly on the sofa, with his left foot folded on the right foot, and he was holding a thick book in his hand - the Seves family and other family elites who came with them. In the sky, he always uses various excuses to run out, either chatting with the top executives of the Chefs Association, or wandering around the central square, which is the hub of S[-].Except for that banquet, no one asked Chen Zikai to cook anymore, and the chefs from the Chefs Association prepared three meals a day and delivered them to the room.

He had a vague feeling that he was isolated, but then he felt that he must be thinking too much - he was just a little chef, even if the dragon beard noodles he made surprised the members of the Chefs Association, but There is nothing special about it, and it is normal for people not to bother to pay attention to themselves.

So Mr. Chen Zikai, who had nothing to do, ran to the library on the central square to copy two books, and then went to the kitchen to get ingredients to make an egg cake for himself, ready to enjoy a pleasant afternoon.As a result, the chefs and employees of the Chefs Association who saw him along the way all smiled at him brightly, making Chen Zikai's hands trembling while holding the egg cakes.

The two books he took at hand are all about seasonings, which describe the ingredients and methods of various seasonings in detail, from seasoning No. [-] all the way to seasoning No. [-], and even many uncommon seasonings are introduced in detail .Of course, Chen Zikai can understand written things, but deep in his mind, he is at a loss - he knows the seasoning in such detail, and many things that are not commonly used on the earth are described in detail in books, so why is the Chefs Association so good at cooking? Doesn't look all that good?

Frying, roasting, boiling... He has seen all these basic things, but it seems to be something deeper or more innovative. It's not that he is narcissistic. There is indeed a gap between the Chefs Association and himself.

Chinese food culture has always been extensive and profound, which is also the result of thousands of years of accumulation.The only explanation Chen Zikai can come up with is that during the process of human migration, they unfortunately lost all the accumulated things, which led to the need to accumulate again; and because of the control of the Chefs Association and some other background factors, the accumulation process becomes very slow.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that what he was thinking made sense. He nodded his head to confirm himself, and he didn't even know that someone walked into his room.

Viola was still wearing a big yellow body, and she didn't take off the red hat on her head, which looked like a European aristocratic lady in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries.Seeing Chen Zikai who was leisurely sitting on a chair flipping through a book, she deliberately lowered her sharp voice, curled her lips and said with a smile: "What is Mr. Chen eating?"

Chen Zikai was a little surprised when he saw this newly promoted nun from the Chefs Association who almost broke his eardrum just because of an egg, but after he was surprised, he immediately packed up his demeanor, as if he was provocative, and replied calmly: "Eggs!" crisp."

Then, as expected, he saw the other person's eyes widen instantly, and his cheeks puffed up with anger.But unexpectedly, Viola took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down her emotions, and then smiled: "Mr. Chen's cooking skills are really good, with so many fresh ways to eat, I have never seen anyone make egg custards. "

Chen Zikai looked at her with raised eyebrows, then nodded: "Well, you want to try one too?"

Viola gritted her teeth: "...No! Use it! Thank you!"

"Forget it then," Chen Zikai couldn't figure out why the woman in front of him was so allergic to eating an egg, he grabbed another piece of egg crisp and threw it into his mouth, "What do you need from me?"

"It's really nothing." The other party put on a bigger smile on his face and tried to lower his voice to the lowest tone. "Just to see if Mr. Chen is doing well. If you need anything, you must tell me, we all Family, don't be polite."

Before, he looked disdainful, but in a blink of an eye, his smile was as friendly as a chicken mother——Chen Zikai was confused by this frantic overture: "What? Oh, I'm fine."

When did you become a family with her?

"Mr. Chen, if there is something you are not used to in S[-], you must come and tell me. We admire your cooking skills and personality very much. Several senior executives of the Chefs Association would like to have an intimate exchange with you."

"……no problem."

"So, if you're okay, I'll go first?"

Obviously she was the one who broke in without even knocking on the door and said cracklingly, as if she was looking for something?The corners of Chen Zikai's mouth twitched, and he waved at her: "...Okay, goodbye."

The conversation ended in less than 3 minutes, and Chen Zikai was so confused that he had to keep his head down and read a book.

Before the colorfully dressed lady left, she asked vaguely, "Is Chen Qiming your grandfather or your father?"

Because his voice was too low, Chen Zikai turned his attention back to the book, but he couldn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

When he looked up, Viola had gone so far that he couldn't even see her shadow.Chen Zikai shrugged, and then went to look up the method of making chicken essence...

Five minutes later, the door of Chen Zikai's room was pushed open again.When he saw the person walking in, he closed the book in his hand, and felt that he was really very attractive here today: "Kano? Are you not busy today?"

The major general walked into the room without saying a word, and stood still in front of him; after three seconds, he raised his hands and took off the glove of his right hand with his left hand.

Chen Zikai leaned casually on the sofa, watching his movements: "...?"

The other party leaned slightly, stretched out his left hand, wiped the corner of his mouth, and wiped off the egg crumbs stuck to the corner of his mouth.

The light came in from the window and shone on the two handsome men who were sitting and standing, as beautiful as an oil painting.

Then Kano looked at him with a complicated expression, with a slight flickering light in his purple eyes, as if he wanted to say something to him.Chen Zikai also looked up at Kano, blinking his eyes slowly, waiting for Kano to speak.

Mr. Major General looked at it for a while, then put on the white gloves again, and finally moved out of the room like an iceberg without saying a word, while Chen Zikai still tilted his head slightly confused about the situation.

He was sure that he could see the annoyance and contradiction in Kano's eyes, as well as the subtle and weird expression after he withdrew his hand.

——What's the situation? !After looking at yourself affectionately, are you shy? !

In less than 10 minutes, two people ran over one after another, one with ambiguous words and the other with ambiguous actions. As a result, both of them ran away after staying for less than a few minutes.Even the people who went out and saw the Chefs Association greeted him with smiles, wishing to bow to him once and twice... What is this all about? !

Is there such a thing as an almanac in this place?Next time, even if you don't go out, you must look through it. He really can't figure out what is going on with each of them!what!up!If you have something to say, say it!Make it clear!I don't know how many brain cells he died without knowing if he only uses eye contact!