Ark Chef Lapland

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The damn angels kneaded her hard because they didn't have a tail, and they couldn't find the target if they wanted to get back.

After combing his tail, he turned his head and found that the guy was going to fall asleep again.

"Wake up, we have an appointment for a cooking test!" Lapland opened her mouth and pushed it into the clown's mouth, then picked up the phone.

Click~ click~ click~ click~ click~

"I told you not to use your own camera to take pictures of me, it's ugly!" The angel could hear the voice and jump up, grabbing the phone and deleting the photos frantically.

It's actually already super cute!

Lapland only dared to say in her heart that she couldn't understand that girls would be extremely entangled with even 1% of face value errors.

But this trick is enough to make someone sober.

Neng Angel bowed his head down and waved goodbye to her bed with nostalgia, and was forced to open business with a small mouth.

It should be a holiday today...

Lapland calculated the time and began to prepare the combat version of breakfast.

The refrigerator contains the quick-frozen hand cakes and small sausages that I bought yesterday. Defrost a little and then cut them into triangles. Wrap the small sausages loosely and place them on the oven tray.

The remaining long strips are stretched and sprinkled with white sugar, layer by layer, folded in half into a finger-wide strip, and then rolled into a horseshoe shape.

Finally, apply a thin egg wash, sprinkle with sesame seeds, and heat in the oven.

When the angel finishes the preparations for going out, the breakfast will be ready.

A sassy girl just dresses up quickly, rather than giving up a delicate life, so there is still a lot of operating time.

"Tsk tusk, it feels like I got rid of poverty and become rich!" She could smell the fragrance long ago when the angel rushed to the table.

Although they are all ready-made materials, there are always people who make a cake and they will turn over. Professionals have to come forward to be foolproof!

On a long porcelain plate, the croissants lined up in a row, the sausages were still spreading the final high temperature and sizzling, the crust was baked soft and fluffy, and the egg liquid on the top reacted to a tempting golden yellow, becoming the finishing touch. The pen.

When the horseshoe roll is heated and expanded, it resembles a butterfly spreading its wings and blooms like a flower at the end of the porcelain plate.

"I don't know if it is rich, but we must be out of poverty." Lapland heated up the milk and sat next to Neng Angel.

Holding the milk cup, the angel's breath of getting up was completely dissipated.

She broke the butterfly with only one in half, and put the one with her left hand into Lapland's mouth and the one with her right hand for herself.

"It's so sweet~"

She laughed, her eyes narrowed brightly.

Lapland turned his head, smiled, and missed his heartbeat.

The person in front of me seems to be sweeter.

Definitely, we must make more delicious dishes and guard this smile (˙-˙ )!

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The Headquarters of the Chefs Association is located in Xingang District. The business district, CBD, entertainment venues, high-end residences, etc. are built layer by layer around the prosperous trading port that handles massive amounts of supplies every day. It has become the most prosperous area in Longmen today.

To Lapland’s surprise, the Chef’s Association turned out to be an independent manor-style building complex. It was still in the core business district with an inch of land and luxuriously enclosed an organic greenhouse with a total area of ​​five classrooms.

The faint smell of farmyard manure wafted from there, all with the fragrance of Longmen coins.

"This is one of the oldest buildings in Longmen. At that time, Xingang District was not planned yet. The first president of the Chefs Association and one of the founders of the Tower of Babel said that other people were worried about growing vegetables, so it was in a desolate place in the south. Draw a circle casually."

Neng Angel pointed to a skyscraper opposite the Chefs Association, "It was his barn originally. Before he died, he found out that several of his disciples didn't like to raise stone insects by themselves, so he sold it and established the'God of Cooking Award'. Every three years, one or two chefs who have contributed the most to the improvement of culinary skills will be selected and won sky-high bonuses."

"God of cooking?" Lapland repeated these two words, looking at the chef's association in quiet, and seeing that a "pig" shed could build a building, and he couldn't help but yearn for it.

This should be the highest achievement a chef in the world can achieve, right?

Of course, in the general rating system of the Chefs Association, there is also the highest level of the God of Cookery, but that is more difficult to obtain than the God of Cookery Award. After the standards have been set, no chef has yet to meet the conditions.

Therefore, people usually automatically forget this non-existent level, and only regard it as the founder's incentive to the younger generation, imagining a realm that only exists in an ideal state.

"But how do you know these things so clearly?" Lapland asked curiously. Shouldn't the messenger know which pigeons fly the fastest?

The angel blinked: "Secret."

I knew I was going to bring you here, so I checked the guide in advance, idiot!

My book is not only the fucking success, but also the full preparation for success.

"Not rare..." Lapland did not ask, after all, in the Internet age, too many people's heads are filled with "cold knowledge that is not needed in this life."

Can the angel continue to blink, trying to ask me, ask me, and I will tell you the answer.

"Let's go, go to the realm of God of Cooking!"

However, Lapland looked at the door of the Chefs Association from beginning to end, suddenly raised his arms, shouted in a very second-degree tone, and walked toward the door of the Chefs Association with his own handsome steps.

The angel stomped his feet with anger, this stupid dog who only had cooking in his head, didn't even look at her!

In the morning, they said that they are sweet, and they can't compare to the organic vegetable shed in an instant!

She is also looking forward to being praised for her heart, and now no one praises it so uncomfortable...

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The arrogant and arrogant rushed into Lapland, and was shocked to find that the development of this plot was too fast.

I'm on the cooking test!

——Oh, I'm gone.

Of course, she chose Yan Guo cuisine, and then she was led into the super large kitchen, with the topic of fried potato shreds and Beijing sauce pork shreds.

There are no pretentious competitors, no examiners who perform Yanyi, no onlookers who send praises, and no hidden masters who force explanations.

All he has to face is the front, back, left, and right camera with five angles above his head. After finishing, he puts the dishes into the large CT machine-like cabinet at the end of the kitchen.

Since it is the [Universal Chef Evaluation System], everything has been quantified. Before the advanced master assessment, all processes are automatically assessed by the computer, and humans will only intervene when an error is reported.