Ark Chef Lapland

The more Talula thought about it, the more he wanted to go back to Dali Fanzhuang's theory, but he felt that when he went back like this, how could he look very petty, as if he couldn't see this mess!

People who are willing to be loyal to her can be queued from here to Colombia. Are you two missing?

Humph!

Talula strode forward, never looking back.

But as she walked, she thought that she would not be able to return to Chaolong Mountain, and did not find a place to live here. Walking on the quiet and deserted street of the West at night, the night breeze blew to the bone.

Her heart is really refreshing.

"Wander around and see if there are any hooligans who don't open their eyes."

Talula walked along, wondering if it looked so shabby here, maybe she slammed her own sword blindly.

As a result, she walked for a long time, and she had walked several blocks, and no one came to harass her peerless beauty.

After all... the murderous aura on that face is too terrifying, and people with sex will be killed directly.

Tarula felt that the world under the mountain was so boring.

In front of an exquisitely decorated and stylish Chinese and Western fusion restaurant, because the lights were still on, she went in and wanted to buy a cup of milk tea.

After calling for a long time, the owner came out to apologize, saying that he hadn't turned off the lights because he was practicing the kitchen and the shop was no longer open.

Talula wanted to leave when she suddenly saw her oily hands, and then smelled the smell, and curiously asked, "Are you roasting duck?"

Unexpectedly, a word caused the shopkeeper to cry out of grief.

Chapter 424

By coincidence, Talula went shopping all the way and walked into Annabel's shop.

And this ordinary but persistent thief is still trying to restore the Imperial Capital Roast Duck, but unfortunately the recipe in her hand is incomplete, and she can't penetrate the key points, and there is no progress.

This night she practiced almost into a demon, and came back to her senses again, it was almost midnight, but after a day of hard work, there was almost no change compared to a week ago, how could she feel better.

But Talula explained what she was doing. Annabel didn't think about Talula's strength and eyesight. She only felt that she was like a duck, so she was disgusted and asked.

Life was boring and she didn't make any progress. All the pressure of the old man who was going to school in the mortgage car loan was all on her shoulders. The shortcut that she thought could come back turned out to be so difficult, and that elusive hope was almost shattered.

So just a simple, casual question, Annabel, who was covered in duck oil, looked at the beautiful, powerful, delicate and noble Talula, her heart became increasingly unbalanced, and her interest suddenly got out of control.

This has nothing to do with the issue of adulthood and underage. What she loves is the roast duck, but not.

She was just on the vain duck shelf, misreading the difficult life of her vain and accomplishing nothing, jumping and jumping hard, even doing things that she hated, but nothing changed.

In the city of Longmen, it is easy to survive, but it is difficult to live.

She didn't die from starvation, but it was difficult for her to let the people she cares about have a better life.

Annabel also did not expect her emotions to suddenly burst. The pressure accumulated in her life made her completely unable to control herself. She knew that she was embarrassed, but she couldn't control herself. She could only apologize, then turn her back, not wanting to be seen. To his own shameful appearance.

Talula was upset by the cry, and felt a little bit empathetic.

Because she was not feeling well, thinking of the days when she was practicing cooking alone on the mountain, the store manager also moved forward alone here.

I thought that although Lapland was only advanced, he was accompanied by such beautiful companions as Frost Star, Blue Poison, and Kingslayer, as well as encouragement by women like Angelina, Neng Angel, and Texas...

Talula's nose is also a little sour, why is it just me?

She suddenly wanted to help the shopkeeper.

She can't solve her own problems, but in terms of cooking, let one person learn a dish quickly, isn't this what she is good at?

Although helping such a stranger did not gain anything for Talula, she now feels that with what she finds easy, she can help another person achieve her wish, and it is still worth doing.

If you have never really seen this world, you will never know how humble someone's wishes are, because she has never seen a real life.

Talula was not polite, and said directly: "If you have any questions, I will answer for you."

"Oh, this dish is very difficult." Annabel thanked her for her kindness, and grudgingly refused.

Talula confidently said: "Don't be afraid, I am Talula, the new chef of Chaolongshan."

"Ah!?" Annabel's eyes widened, and finally remembered that she had indeed seen this face in newspapers and magazines.

She herself is even more beautiful and noble than the photos taken, her body shining with a holy light, just like an angel.

Annabel cried even more sadly.

Talula became even more bewildered by the sobs, and explained: "You can really rest assured, I am not lying to you, I can answer any questions you encounter in cooking."

"I know you are not a lie, I have seen your news. But seeing you are so young, but a hundred times more powerful than me, I just feel uncomfortable... more and more uncomfortable..."

Annabel couldn't hold back at last, and burst into tears.

They are all people with two arms in the head, but how come the gap is bigger than that of people and dogs?

They are all masters who inherited Chaolongshan, but they only have the life of being driven out by the master...

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In the end, Annabel let Tarula soothe her from crying.

The blade that gave birth to a raging fire roasted the ingredients on the counter into fly ashes, and at the same time he shouted: "Shut up, cry again, and you will be ashes!"

Annabel couldn't move at all under the pressure of Talula, and the sword light that vaporized everything at that moment was so terrifying, where could Annabel dare to cry again?

Talula began to understand the roast duck she was going to recover, and then pointed her specifically.

She also learned that this woman turned out to be an outcast from Chaoshan, and she couldn't help but sympathize with her.

Talula knows how irresponsible Chaoshan is, but compared with Annabel, she is much luckier.

At least he was not driven down the mountain directly, but learned the skills.

From this point, Talula wants to help this cheap sister, hoping to make her life smoother, and also hoping that she can fall in love with cooking again and become more confident.

After reading Annabel's technical retelling of the treatment methods, and many operations that were not enough these days, and a series of imaginary operations, Talula vaguely felt that this was a bit familiar.

"Are you, the Imperial Capital Roast Duck of Dali Fanzhuang?" Talula's eyes suddenly lit up.

Annabel nodded: "Sure enough, I can't hide it from you."

Talula looked at her questioningly: "At your level, how did you guess so many operations?"