Cooking in the Monster Shelter

Lin Hao didn't cause any sensation when she first came to the shelter, like a drop of rain falling into a pond, before she fainted a few ripples, she dissolved into the water silently.

The elevator stops at the second basement level, and what you see in front of you are three bold bold letters: living area.

As the name suggests, it is a place for daily activities of supernatural creatures with a low risk factor.

According to the map imported into the mobile phone, with the central square as the axis, this area surrounds various places including movie theaters, libraries, and gymnasiums, which is like a miniature city circle.

Unexpectedly, this state machine is quite humane. She originally thought that the asylum would be as innocent as the prison.

The incandescent lamp illuminates the snow-white wall with cold light around it. For some reason, there are few biological activities in this building. Lin Yan looked around and finally caught a glimpse of a figure in the corner.

It was a little boy with his back to her, leaning down motionless, as if looking for something on the ground.

"Hello little brother, may I ask..."

She stepped forward curiously, and was stuck in her throat before she finished speaking.

-Only when I got close, I was able to see the whole picture of the boy. The opponent is not tall, slender, wearing a plain white shirt, everything seems to be normal, except for his empty neck.

The child has no head, and the neck section is actually fitted with skin. Although it does not look bloody, the level of weirdness and horror is not small.

This...headless person? Zuo idol? Magical Girl Ba○ Beauty?

The brain, which is full of information, is running fast, and at the same time, there is a young childish voice not far away: "Hey, newcomer, look here!"

She should go and find a round ball-shaped object in the corner of the wall.

Well, look carefully, it's the ball, it's the boy's head.

"It's you, help me put my head back on my neck!"

The head began to speak again, his voice soft and waxy, but his tone was hard.

After a very short period of daze, Lin Yu Yiyan picked up her head.

His skin is delicate and soft, with a little baby fat, and his fingertips press on it, as if sinking into a lump of soft cotton. But it was too cold, like a piece of cold jade with no temperature in the steaming summer.

Lin Yu thought out of time. It turns out that not only is the size and shape of a person's head resembling a watermelon, but it also feels heavy when held up, as if it is ripe.

If it breaks, the overflowing blood should be no different from a broken watermelon.

Go home from get off work today and drink watermelon juice.

The boy did not know this strange woman's weird associations with him, frowned and asked, "Are you a new employee here?"

Concubine Lin put her head flat on his neck, raised the corners of her lips and nodded: "Yes, my name is Concubine Lin. What is your name?"

The moment the head touched the cross section, the two were immediately glued together tightly, and the boy raised his hands and straightened his head.

Until then, Lin Yu was able to observe his appearance completely.

The bloodless skin looked like white porcelain, almost transparent under the incandescent light, and you could clearly see the gray blood vessels all over the arm like vines. The contours of the thin face are clean and smooth, Danfeng's eyes are slightly curved, and there is a delicate mole at the end of the right eye.

This is a flawless face, so beautiful that it is almost unreal.

His voice was also lifeless, with a little arrogance that turned away thousands of miles away: "Lingxi."

"Lingxi?"

She repeated the name again, and her voice was crisp with the tip of her tongue pressed against her lower teeth when she pronounced the duplication.

When I finished reading, I lowered my head as if thinking of something, and took out a fist-sized paper bag from the canvas bag slung over my shoulder: "This is a meeting gift for you."

The boy named "Lingxi" gave her a cold look, hesitated for a moment, reached out to take it, and slowly opened the package.

"Puff pastry puffs, I made them myself." Lin Yan winked at him expectantly, "The filling is brown sugar pearls."

Lingxi didn't speak, lowered his long and dark eyelashes like crow feathers, and looked at the strange food in the paper bag.

The dark coffee color, a round ball, with a layer of fine powder attached to the surface, reminded him of...dirty clods for no reason.

The ingredients in the asylum are the same, with nourishing meals in the morning, midnight and evening. The ingredients and tastes have never changed for so many years. This has caused most members to have no desire for food. As long as they can fill their stomachs, everything will be fine.

He didn't have much interest, but he sent back kindness for an unprecedented time, and couldn't bear to hit the expectant young newcomer before him, so he slowly sent it into the mouth.

The first thing that touches the tip of the tongue is the faint sweet milky aroma of the original meringue and the mellow cocoa powder taste, with a slight bitterness, and the appetite is instantly pried away.

As the upper and lower teeth gradually bite together, the crispy and crispy outer skin of a cookie cracks between the lips and teeth, and at the same time the ice cream cream and brown sugar pearls inside burst together. The pearl is round and full, full of elasticity, exuding a faint brown sugar aroma, and it exudes a refreshing coolness when bitten; the cream exudes a rich and sweet fragrance, the taste is smooth, and the mouth melts, and the coolness of the ice cream dispels the sultry summer heat. Exhausted.

Lingxi gave a sigh of relief, speeding up his chewing.

Cocoa powder perfectly neutralizes the overbearing aroma, making it taste sweet but not greasy. The puff pastry particles are crisp and refreshing, blended with black syrup, creamy mellow, and slightly bitter cocoa, completely detonating the entire mouth.

From his birth to the present, he seems to have never eaten food with this taste. The cream is fluffy and soft, as if a light cloud is held in his mouth, and it is so delicious that people can't bear to swallow it.

It took a long time before Concubine Lin leaned down and asked, "How is it?"

Lingxi cast his eyes down to hide the surprise surging under his eyes, the tip of his tongue still carried the unfinished fragrance. He didn't answer the question, his tone finally became less cold: "Are you a chef?"

"You can say the same..." Lin Yuman smiled casually, "I don't seem to have any other skills besides cooking."

These remarks contrasted very well with her own temperament.

Lin Yan was tall and slender, she looked less than twenty years old, her amber peach eyes curled slightly when she smiled, her lips were always smiling, and she looked like a soft and weak temper.

but…

"Aren't you afraid?" Lingxi glanced suspiciously at her. "Even a formal researcher, the first time I see my head fall, I will be shocked."

"Why should you be afraid? The asylum is a dictatorship and belongs to the state apparatus." Lin Hao said seriously, "Round up, I am the woman of the country."

The boy showed a confused look.

"By the way, I don't know your number yet."

Lin Yu took out a crumpled "Employee Handbook" from her canvas bag: "Let me see... It says that if you know your number, you can find relevant information in the employee channel on the official website."

"159, doll."

Lingxi raised his eyes faintly, his pupils were like dull obsidian, indeed lacking a bit of the look of a living thing.

Concubine Lin nodded: "Oh, no wonder you look so beautiful."

This compliment floated, and the boy blinked hurriedly, reddening his ears uncomfortably, and then listened to the woman next to him saying: "I heard that hundreds of supernatural creatures are housed here, but why is the living area so empty?"

"Those who can move on this level are all D-class and C-class creatures with extremely high self-awareness and normal integration into the human world. Most of them have the privilege of living outside the asylum." He half-cast his eyelids. "So those who are willing to stay here are dead houses like worms too lazy to move."

Lin Concubine:?

I scold myself?

She said "Oh" clearly.

Arranged in descending order of the degree of danger, the contents are divided into four levels: S, A, B, C, and D. Level B and above may pose a threat to society.

In fact, there is everything in the living area for fun and fitness. Everyone is equipped with a separate room. You don't need to spend money to eat nutritious meals. It's a dead house holy land. Once you settle down, you don't bother to move.

But they chose to go to the human society to be a nine-to-five social animal, which is really ideal.

Maybe she is too unsatisfied.

Lingxi frowned as if facing the last class teacher in the class, and continued to explain: "What's more, there are very few people who can get permission to live on this floor. Most of the guys in the asylum are either killing people without blinking. A lunatic, or there is no self-awareness at all, and can only be detained in the sixth underground floor-low-level employees like you do not have the authority to go there. In my impression, there are only senior researchers, task forces and management. Qualified to go down."

The level in the shelter is strict, and the living service staff such as chefs and cleaners have extremely low authority and can only operate in the living area; further up, there are security teams, researchers, task forces, and management.

Concubine Lin blinked and repeated thoughtfully: "Task force?"

Ling Xi coldly snorted, and answered without hesitation: "That's also a bunch of lunatics."

The young woman in front of him showed a puzzled look, and he lazily added: "The task force is composed of human elites and containment creatures, and is responsible for handling high-risk events beyond the control of the security team. I have seen several of them, all of them are strange. Strange guy. The most worth mentioning is that because the pure and harmless containment lacks offensive power, the alien creatures in the task force are all selected from the sixth underground floor. Pick any one of them and they can tear you apart. Shattered—but those guys are out of sight, and basically won’t show up here, otherwise I will definitely be annoyed to death.”

Fine.

Lin Yu wanted to say something but stopped, swallowing back what he was about to say.

Before she could speak again, there was a singing voice suddenly behind her.

The clear youth voice is extremely magnetic, and when the air-conditioning air blows to the ears, it is like flowing through a clear spring. He adopted the tenor bel canto, with a mellow voice and a sense of high-end opera.

but! why! What he sings is! "Today is a good day"!

It is still affectionate and devoted, deliberately prolonging the sound of each word, and the kind of beautiful voice soaring to the sky.

It's as strange as Sichuan kimchi and sirloin steak being eaten in the mouth at the same time.

Lingxi in front of her became cold and looked behind her with disgusting eyes; Concubine Lin followed her vision and turned around and saw a young man with a weird appearance.

He was tall, with a thin layer of cold blue skin covering the skeleton, his golden hair was tangled up like unpruned branches and leaves, and his slender eyes were dull red, as if soaked in wet blood. He has exquisite features and a cold look. The tuxedo of the medieval nobleman sets off the slender and slender figure of the youth, which is particularly cold and proud—

That's weird!

Why does this very cold-looking foreign brother wear a pink love card on his head, and what he holds in his arms is definitely a female cartoon character standing up! It also reads "Welcome to the Chichuan Man Exhibition Center, let’s play with Kesuzi" in black and white. Are you sure you just brought the sheep directly from the manga fair!

The man raised his eyes coldly, his tone indifferent: "Rookie?"

This look and tone are matched with the cartoon standing card that he is holding tightly in his arms... It really violates peace! I beg you not to be hard-pressed, is it okay?

Lingxi did not conceal what it meant to be disgusted: "No. 32, blood plasma lover of the idiot's dead house."

When the man heard the words, he glanced at him sideways: "The face of a dead person can be split into a doll."

Does "plasma lover" mean vampires?

Concubine Lin sorted out her chaotic thoughts, and gave out a symbolic smile: "Hello, my name is Concubine Lin."

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, I added a sentence to ease the atmosphere: "Ke Suzi is so cute."

Like a spark falling on the grassland, it instantly ignited a prairie fire.

The young yin bird's eyes were instantly stained with a bright color, and he almost approached at the speed of light: "It's not'cute', it's super cosmic invincible explosion level cute! Do you also watch "Kesuzi's Leisurely Daily Life"?"

If you laugh again, your mouth will split! Is it really okay to abandon the original high-cold image so thoroughly!

She used to think that the other's red pupils looked like faint bloodstains, but now it seems that the sweet and red strawberry jam is more suitable for him!

Concubine Lin nodded hard, and took a step back subconsciously: "Did you just come back from the comic show?"

He grinned and triumphantly showed her the Kesuzi standing card that was full of height: "Yes, yes, yes! I cosplay with the vampire count, doesn't it look like it?"

After I finished speaking, I realized something, and said to myself in hindsight: "No, I seem to be a vampire."

The author has something to say:

what! It's refreshing.

The asylum setting comes from the scp foundation, amway it to everyone!

This is a copy of Tucao Xiang Gourmet Daily + Dark Brain Hole Adventure, how to be happy, the copy is also true Dark Brain Hole [cover face]

There is a high probability of Shura Field, but most of the characters are very sand sculptures hhh