The Cute Little Cook (Part 1) "You won't have stomachaches anymore...

The Dark Night Emperor was taken away.

That night, the ambulance sirens blared all the way, with police cars leading the way in front and fire trucks following behind, which was considered to be giving enough face to the king of the dark night.

I went to the police station to take a statement. As the matter was serious, I needed to stay here temporarily and be ready to cooperate at any time, so I asked my assistant to bring the work documents with me.

The assistant was very efficient. He not only brought the documents, but also brought breakfast and coffee.

"Boss, the preparations were a bit hasty. Please eat these first."

I picked up a shrimp dumpling from the one I often go to.

While I was eating, the assistant reported to me the situation outside.

The manor has been protected. After all, the man is the leader of the underworld, and there are many people willing to work for him. I am afraid that someone will be desperate and attack my manor.

Life seemed peaceful in the manor, with the housekeeper directing everyone to tidy up the garden, a scene of bustling activity - it would be even better if we didn't know what they were cleaning.

Since the medicine for men had never appeared on the market, the dogs were taken away as observation samples.

My pet doctor's medical skills are among the best in the world, and I was also requisitioned this time to research the toxicity of drugs and develop antidotes. I hope the antidote can be developed faster.

After breakfast, I started reviewing documents, but things didn't go well.

From time to time, there was a sudden noise outside. It lasted for a short time but was very frequent, which made me take a deep breath and ask my assistant to go out and ask what was going on.

After a while, the assistant came back and summarized everything that happened outside with a book title - "Inescapable: The Ninety-Nine Escapes of the Dark Night Emperor".

Although the outside was tightly blocked, making it impossible for him to escape, and his hair did not allow him to do any strenuous exercise, he failed to escape after trying for more than 20 hours. However, the constant noise made me feel a little irritated.

I tapped the cool metal of the pen twice and said, "Go, tell him to be quiet."

My original intention was to let my assistant convey to the hospital that my company plans to donate millions of dollars worth of restraint equipment to the hospital and invite them to try out the new restraint belts in the laboratory in advance. However, I don't know what the assistant did. The Dark Night Emperor suddenly became as silent as death, and there was no more noise.

The assistant came back so quickly that there was no way the restraints could have been transported from the laboratory and used on the man after inspection.

I looked up from my papers, somewhat curious, and asked, "What did you do?"

The assistant smiled slightly, "I told him that the metal lock couldn't lock him, so we had to use a biological lock."

Bio...lock?

I was surprised for a moment, and suddenly felt a chill on my back.

“…Is this considered animal cruelty?”

The assistant still smiled and said, "Mr. Butler said that the effect of the medicine on your dogs had not worn off until they were transported away."

I pressed the solar plexus and decided not to care about the life or death of the Dark Night Emperor. Even if the assistant really let him and the dog re-establish an inseparable negative distance connection, I would not care. He should put out the fire he had started himself.

A month later, a huge underground network was uprooted. The crimes involved were chilling. These rats hiding in the gutter finally received the punishment they deserved.

As for the leader of the underworld, the Dark Night Emperor, who was responsible for half of the criminal law, the evil deeds he had done were too numerous to list. Even if he was dragged out and shot for half an hour, it would not satisfy their hatred.

Fortunately, these beasts were caught, and the air seems to have become fresher.

The other good news is that the dogs were sent back to the manor. Although they were a little thinner, they were still energetic. What happened that night did not cause any psychological trauma or physical damage to them.

To reward the dogs that guard the manor, I asked the kitchen to prepare a big meal for them.

Normally I have very high requirements for three meals a day. Every chef in my manor is the best talent in their respective fields. However, everyone has their own expertise and different professions are like different mountains. Dogs may not like what people like. Therefore, I specially recruited several chefs who cook dog meals, two men and two women, a total of four.

Three of them came early, and had already tasted the benefits of bringing wealth and avoiding disasters in advance, and there is another one who came today.

I touched the head of the dog king in front and returned to the room.

It was almost lunch time when I vaguely heard a commotion outside.

Usually these matters are handled by the housekeeper. Today, since I had nothing to do, I took Laicai and Bizai downstairs to have a meal and take a look.

The voice came from the kitchen. After walking a few steps, I heard the head chef suppressing his anger and maintaining courtesy, "Sir, your daily meals are regulated by specifications, and the nutrients are also matched under the guidance of a nutritionist. You can't add sugar."

An unfamiliar female voice said angrily, "In the final analysis, you just look down on the delicious food I make and think that I am just a dog food cook!"

The head chef was also angry, "The recruitment conditions were clearly written at the beginning! They are recruiting a chef who will cook dog food. You didn't see clearly, so who can you blame for coming here!"

Female voice, "My delicacies will find people who truly understand them!"

I turned the corner and saw the owner of the female voice.

The woman was wearing a neat chef's uniform and holding a bowl of pumpkin, millet and red date porridge.

When they saw me, they greeted me. I nodded in response, and the woman turned around as well.

Bright eyes and white teeth.

She looked at me and her eyes lit up.

I glanced at the bowl of porridge and then looked at the chef, "What's wrong?"

The chef said, "Sir, just now when we were about to deliver your meal, she suddenly suggested adding a new dish for you."

"She's the new cook, responsible for...um, the nutritious meals for the dogs."

I laughed in an ambiguous tone, "Oh? Feed me dog food?"

"No!" She wasn't afraid of people. "I misjudged the job opening. I thought they were hiring a pastry chef."

She boldly put the porridge in front of me and said, "My family is a family of chefs. I have been using kitchen utensils since I can remember. You will never be disappointed with the food I cook. You will know once you try it!"

Her fingers were white and soft, each one as green as a scallion, and her nails were a beautiful light pink with a healthy luster.

very beautiful.

But a chef who has been working for so long shouldn't have such beautiful hands.

I took it silently and took a bite.

"good."

"Then I..."

"You should be assigned to the porridge team."

I raised my chin slightly to the chef, and he nodded in understanding.

She smiled, her eyes were bright and her voice was gentle.

"Don't worry, I won't give you a stomachache again."

I secretly raised my eyebrows.

How come I didn’t know that I had a stomachache?