I'm not that kind of orc

Feilan felt terrified by her meaningful eyes, so she could only say "Wait for a few minutes" viciously, then closed the door and began to change clothes.

Two 10 minutes later, cooking class.

"That's right here? Well, don't be foolish, tell me, what do you want me for?" Feilan, who had changed into casual clothes, sat down on a stool with a displeased expression on her face.

"Teach me how to make this." Angelica pushed an open cookbook in front of Feilan.

Feilan just glanced at it and frowned: "You want to make dessert? Then follow the recipe and make it slowly by yourself. Why do you have to drag me?"

"Without experience, I can't do well." Angelica frankly admitted her own shortcomings.

"Won't you gain experience by doing it a few more times?" Feilan said angrily, "Really, it's such a boring thing... I'm going back!"

She said getting up and leaving.

Angelica didn't stop her, but sighed softly: "Sure enough, you can't either..."

Feilan stopped abruptly.

"Although I've thought about you...it's unlikely. Alas, I wasted a lot of time." Angelica said to herself in disappointment, completely unaware that Feilan turned around and stood beside her side.

"Girl, what do you mean by 'you are like this'?" With an extremely oppressive grin on her face, Feilan pressed her palm on Angelika's head, "Are you doubting my strength? Huh?"

Angelica turned her head and stared at her for a long time, then said slowly, "...don't be brave."

Feilan's forehead was suddenly bruised.

"Miss Ben didn't show your hand, you still kicked your nose on your face, didn't you?" Fei Lanfa rubbed her hair hard, and then patted her hard, "Go and get the kitchen utensils ready! Watch how I hit your face!"

Angelica wasn't trying to use aggressive methods, she really felt that it was impossible for the idiot in front of her to make such a complicated and delicate dessert.

So when she saw that Feilan completed the whole process of kneading the dough, mixing the fillings, laying on the iron plate, and throwing it into the fireplace to bake in one go, she was really surprised.

Finally, Feilan triumphantly pushed a plate of pretty baked pies in front of Angelica: "Come, try it."

Angelica cut a piece with a table knife and forked it with a dessert fork, blew it twice, and carefully took a bite.

Crispy pie crust, rich filling, sweet aroma, just the right sweetness and sourness of candied berries... I have to admit that this baked pie cannot be faulted in terms of appearance, smell, texture or taste.

Angelica looked at Feilan in shock: "Who are you?"

"What do you mean!" Feilan glared at her, "Will you die if you praise me so much?"

"Since you know how, then teach me."

"With your attitude, you still want Miss Ben to teach you?" Feilan sneered, "If you kneel down and beg me now, maybe I will think about it."

"If you don't teach me, you won't feel safe in the future." Angelica said lightly, and raised her right hand that started to grow fur and claws, "And this clothes, isn't it Don't you want it?"

"You!" Feilan's face lost all color as she imagined the scene of wolves howling outside the dormitory every night and her clothes being torn into strips by a werewolf girl.

"Do you understand where you stand?"

"Damn...you only threaten others? That's too nasty!" Feilan gritted her teeth, trembling with anger.

"Do you have the right to criticize others? When you bullied me before...it was worse than this." Angelica flipped through the old accounts with a blank expression, "Let's start now."

Miss Werewolf's Special Dessert (3)

"Knead the dough several times by turning it in different directions. The important thing is to knead evenly, not as many times as in the recipe. Don't knead in one place, you idiot!"

"That's not how you stir it. Don't you know where to place your ten chicken feet?"

"The baking tray should be placed in the middle! Otherwise, the heat will be uneven, use your brain, stupid girl!"

"Hey, what are you staring at, Miss Ben is teaching you now, please correct my attitude!"

……

Although the process was a bit noisy, the progress of the matter was generally smooth. After Feilan corrected a few details, Angelica finally made a decent finished product.

"Hmph, it looks passable, but I don't know how it tastes..." Feilan put on airs, picked up a knife and fork like a strict inspector, and put a piece from the finished product into her mouth.After savoring it carefully, she raised her eyebrows, "It's not bad, as far as your level is concerned, it's okay if you can do this."

Angelica also took a fork and put it in her mouth to taste it.

The taste is slightly inferior to Feilan's, but it can still be regarded as "delicious".

"Well, that's all, we can send it over." Angelica was already satisfied.

"Send?" Feilan glanced at the cooking table in surprise, noticing that besides the samples she made and the one Angelica just made, there were still six failed jobs on the table, so she faintly Some realize the true purpose of half-elf girls learning to make desserts.

"Are you going to give it away? Who are you going to give it to... Hey, it shouldn't be—" She realized it by herself in the middle of the sentence.

Angelica nodded: "Well, I'm going to send this to Brock."

"For... that bastard orc?" Feilan frowned almost reflexively when she heard the name, "Hmph, you guys really like to hang out together."

"Would you like...to visit him with the last one too?" Angelica pointed to the baked pie made by Feilan, "He's still recovering from his injuries."

"Are you kidding me!?" Feilan exploded when she heard that, "Don't even think about it! Let that bastard eat what I made...I'd rather go out and run around naked!"

"But when the incident happened, none of us could help..." Angelica paused here, "You were saved by him once."

Feilan's face suddenly became embarrassed.Indeed, if the orc hadn't interrupted the black magic cast by the Demon Sword Spirit in time and reminded her to regain her composure and perform the treatment, she would have died under the curse of the Demon Sword.

But no matter what, I have to bring the snacks I made myself to the door to say thank you...

How could it be possible to pull this face down!

"Anyway, I'm not going!" Feilan folded her arms and turned her head away, "That's all because he acted on his own, I could have escaped without him... and he relied on my magic to get the chance I don't owe him anything if he enters the barrier!"

"Well then, it's up to you."

Angelica didn't insist on persuading her, and turned to her own baked pie.Since she couldn't take the knife with her, she put the remaining baked pie on the plate and took the knife to cut it into equal parts. Then she walked to the cabinet in the corner and rummaged through the lunch box inside.

Feilan, who was standing there, also took the table knife and cut up her own baked pie, ready to take it away, still entangled in the matter of the orc.

Whether it was the time when the girl ran away violently, or the time when she escaped from the Demon Sword Spirit, every time it was that annoying orc who came to save the scene without authorization, and he didn't ask him to do so, so he didn't owe him anything at all... Yes, that's right, there is no need to care!

Obviously don't care...

Why is my heart so irritable?

It's all that guy's fault!

Feilan was thinking angrily, and accidentally caught sight of a can of chili powder on the cooking table next door.

The idea of ​​pranks was suddenly hooked—let the idiot orc who made him feel so unhappy enjoy the unique perverted and spicy berry pie in the world.

She sneaked a look at Angelica who was still rummaging among several cabinets, and carefully leaned over to get the can of chili powder in her hand.

But just as she was about to open the jar and prepare to do it, Angelica's seriousness when she made this pie, and the six failed dishes that were placed aside at this time flashed through her mind for no reason.

It's not good to ruin this whole berry pie like this.

Rarely, she hesitated to do something bad.

Then just add it to one of them, so it's not too much.

Slightly changing the plan, while keeping an eye on Angelica's movements, she gently removed a small piece of the pie with a table knife, then scooped a large spoonful of chili powder from the jar and stuffed it into the filling. Cover up the spilled filling by flicking on the outside, then carefully move the small piece of stuffed specialty berry pie back into place, and finally the jar of paprika back in place.

That's it.

Imagining the ugly expression the orc would have when he ate this piece, Feilan raised her mouth uncontrollably, never thinking about the possibility that the half-elf...the werewolf girl would come back to settle accounts with her.

At the same time, Angelica, who was not far away, turned around with the lunch box she found: "Huh? What's the matter? Suddenly she giggled..."

"Where is there?" Feilan quickly tensed her face.

Angelica didn't pay much attention, walked to the cooking table, and started to put the baked pie she made into the wooden lunch box piece by piece.

"Ah, I'll take it back too... I forgot to ask you to get one for me just now." Feilan suddenly felt a little guilty, worried that her expression might be wrong, she started and walked towards the cabinet.

When she rummaged through the lunch box and turned it back, Angelica had already picked up the packed lunch box: "I'm leaving."

"I know, I know, get out!" Feilan waved impatiently.

Watching the half-elf girl leave the cooking classroom, she breathed a sigh of relief, and the same narrow smile appeared on her face again.

Enjoy it, stupid orc.

Thinking of this, she shifted her gaze to the baked pie she made.

Let's eat a piece before packing, I haven't eaten breakfast yet.

Thinking of this, she picked up a piece of baked pie that had been sliced, and bit into it unsuspectingly.

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A few minutes later, in the dormitory of the orc Brock.

Brock and Angelica, who were still wrapped in bandages, sat down opposite each other across the low table.

"You made this?" Brock looked at the berry pie in the lunch box and blinked in surprise.

"Well, eat it, it's all yours, I've already eaten it." Angelica pushed the lunch box towards him.

"I didn't expect you to make this." Bullock directly reached out and picked up a piece of baked pie, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing.

"What, how?" Angelica asked nervously.

Brock swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded heavily: "It's delicious! It's so delicious!"

After speaking, he took another piece and put it in his mouth.

"Really? That's good..." Hearing such an evaluation, Angelica breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth unconsciously.

The orc wiped out three pieces of pie in a flash, but when he ate the fourth piece, he suddenly frowned: "Huh?"

Angelica noticed his reaction and raised her face: "What's wrong?"

"This piece..." the orc chewed carefully, "the taste is a little different."

"Is it tasty?"

"Well, it's very delicious! It seems..." Brock compared carefully, "It's even more fragrant than the previous three pieces."

"That piece was actually made by Feilan." Angelica said calmly, "I learned how to do it from her."

"Eh? Why is there a piece made by her mixed in?" The orc was a little surprised.

"I secretly exchanged it from her." Angelica replied, "It's all her own fault."

"Ah? Self-inflicted?" Bullock didn't understand why such a word popped out for a while.

"Well, it's up to you." Angelica nodded, "Who told her to underestimate...the werewolf's nose."