Griffin's Son-in-law

"So, call master."

Lu Ming ordered very decisively.

"But...but..."

The competitor looked hesitant, and of course she couldn't agree to Ren Luming's extravagant hype.

"Master is called this, when you call yourself a commander..."

"Do you have a commander?"

"This...not yet..."

"Am I unworthy?"

"Eh, eh? You mean..."

The competitor took a step back subconsciously, startled by Lu Ming's abrupt words.

"I mean, am I not worthy to be your commander?"

Lu Ming glanced at the competitor, and the competitor blushed embarrassingly when he heard his direct words:

"No, no, how can you say such a thing, it's too sudden..."

"just kidding."

Lu Ming smiled. Looking at the competitor's reaction, he knew that his words were too abrupt, so he explained casually:

"I just see that you are too nervous, let's ease the atmosphere."

"Ah, so it is."

The competitor covered his mouth lightly, and really believed it, looking a little upright.

"I... my nervousness is not aimed at you, it's just... I've always been like this when I was a maid, and it's a little different from the usual me..."

Of course, Lu Ming knew that the usual competitor was actually a very capable Yujie, but after wearing the maid outfit, she became cute. This is probably the contrast.

"It doesn't matter, anyone's first job is like this, just get used to it slowly."

Seeing that the competitor was a little depressed, Lu Ming comforted her.

Hearing this, the competitor exhaled lightly and smiled happily:

"Well, I chatted with you a few words, and I feel a lot more relaxed."

"What do you want?"

Just like what the competitor said, she didn't know if she was already familiar with Lu Ming, but her tone was much lighter.

Lu Ming thought for a while, but he didn't know what he should order. He didn't know if this maid coffee shop, which was almost opened for tactical dolls, provided the same things as outside, and there was no menu for him, so he asked:

"Well... what can you offer here?"

"Is only black tea okay?"

"Anything else? No food?"

Hearing what he said, the competitor blushed again:

"Sorry, because of the shortage of manpower, we can no longer supply the normal menu here."

Speaking of this, the competitor pondered for a while, as if thinking about something, then glanced at Lu Ming, and asked him with a red face:

"Well, how about I make some snacks for you personally? Just...but I only have a few days to learn these things, if the taste is not good..."

"I won't blame you if it tastes bad, I just want to fill my stomach."

When Lu Ming took the words, he always just fooled his competitors into cooking for him first.

How could he let go of this kind of opportunity of interacting to gain favor, no matter how unpalatable the other party did, for the sake of the five-star tactical figure, he would not back down.

"Then...then I'll try it!"

The competitor left this sentence and ran away. It was the first time she wanted to cook something for others, and she was also very nervous. She didn't care about what to say to Lu Ming, and ran to prepare.

Seeing her running out so anxiously, Lu Ming couldn't help feeling a little worried again.

Nothing will go wrong, will it?

He felt that even if the opponent hadn't cooked before, as a tactical doll, the competitor might have his own cooking procedures, so he wouldn't be able to cook too badly.

But if you think about it carefully, what if the T-dolls won't install such everyday modules and take up storage space?

Lu Ming was faintly worried.

Forget it, since the competitor has studied in a maid coffee shop for a while and has experience in making dim sum, he doesn't need to worry too much.

Besides, what's wrong with being unpalatable? What he ate wasn't food, but a competitor.

Lu Ming has already made a plan to bite the bullet and eat no matter what kind of food the other party makes.

As a result, when Lu Ming was thinking this way, there was an explosion sound from the back kitchen, which startled Lu Ming who was thinking.

He subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the back kitchen, and saw the flames and black smoke faintly inside.

That guy, what kind of snacks do you make, such a big battle.

Lu Ming swallowed, feeling worried.

Chapter 490 The Seventh Accident Is Not Bad

"Your snack, sir."

When the competitor came back, he was holding a plate in his hand. Before Lu Ming could see what was inside, he saw a puff of white smoke rising from the plate.

Can this stuff really be eaten?

Lu Ming suddenly felt a little regretful.

Don't put your life on the line for a tactical doll.

Although he was very worried, it was too late to repent, the competitor put the plate in front of him.

The moment the plate was put down, Lu Ming saw a pitch-black stone in it.

"It's creme brulee, sir."

The competitor stood aside and introduced him solemnly.

"Oh, oh...I can see, um, it looks pretty good."

Lu Ming nodded, and started to talk nonsense. The competitors on the side couldn't help covering their faces, and reached out to take the plate back:

"Yes, how about I make another one for you, this one seems to have failed..."

also failed.

Lu Ming glanced at the competitor, and grasped the point of her words, explaining that she just made more than one for herself, and this one should be the best.

The best portion is made like this, Lu Ming really can't imagine what other 'cream brulee' are made of.

"It's okay, that's fine."

Lu Ming bite the bullet and snatched the plate back from the competitor. Looking at the dark stones on the plate, Lu Ming gritted his teeth and said, "Go all out."

After all the words have been released, you can't back down, right?

He took the spoon and took a small piece from the stone. Surprisingly, although the thing on the plate looked like a stone, it was quite soft, and it broke when he scooped it lightly.

Under the nervous gaze of his competitors, Lu Ming put a small piece of creme brulee into his mouth.

The moment it entered his mouth, Lu Ming thought that his mouth was going to explode, but the exaggerated taste he imagined did not come, but he felt a little bit of sweetness instead.

It's just a bit sweet, but it's not inedible.

Lu Ming was a little surprised. Although the product made by the competitor was ugly on the outside, it still tasted delicious. At least it was much better than the dry rations he ate before.

"Not bad."

Lu Ming nodded in relief, thanking himself for surviving, and telling his competitors:

"It's better to put less sugar next time and master the heat."

Lu Ming looked at the dark stone and said, but he was telling the truth.

Hearing his judgment, not only was the competitor not disappointed, but his eyes lit up, and he said gratefully:

"I... I am not very familiar with the production process, so it is inevitable that there will be some mistakes in the fire, and I will practice more in the future!"

"As for your suggestion, I will keep it in mind and will correct it next time!"

The competitor spoke energetically, and she was also very self-aware, knowing that what she made was good enough to eat, and the other party was willing to take the risk to taste it, and was willing to give her some advice, which had already surprised her.

After speaking, she realized that half of the pudding on Lu Ming's plate had disappeared.

The competitor's heart tightened, and he immediately said:

"That... that, this is just a test product, don't eat it anymore, I... I'll make another one for you now..."

Even if you know that what you cook is not delicious, but if you let others eat it openly, your competitors will definitely not be able to do it.

Now that she already knew her mistake this time, she is confident that she will do better next time.

"No, this is enough, you don't have time to do it again, isn't there still a task?"

Lu Ming held the spoon and asked the competitor, but the competitor lowered his head and did not answer.

She really doesn't have time to do it anymore, and her tasks are relatively heavy. This time, she has used her free time to fish for a while, which is already the limit.

Seeing that she didn't answer, and Lu Ming didn't speak, knowing that she was acquiescing, he picked up the spoon and silently ate the rest of the pudding.

Every time he saw Lu Ming stuffing the pitch-black pudding into his mouth, for some reason, the competitor always felt distressed.

After Lu Ming finished eating, he put down the spoon and wiped his mouth comfortably.

It feels pretty good. This distinctive taste can be regarded as a slight adjustment in the daily life of only boring rations.

"Commander, Xiao Ai is back!"

Just after Lu Ming finished eating the dessert made for him by his competitors, Hanyangzao finally came out from the back van and ran towards him. Halfway through, he saw the competitor beside him.

"Hey, isn't this a senior competitor? Are you serving my commander?"

"Made in Hanyang?"