"Hello." The other party accepted Mingyue's request. It turned around and sat hunched on the ground, looking like a stone statue.
It seemed like it hadn't spoken for a long time, and the sound it made was as hoarse and harsh as the friction between steel.
Mingyue knew its identity as soon as she observed it - a gargoyle.
They look like the stone statues that decorate the roofs and exterior walls, and it is difficult to detect their existence without careful observation.
The gargoyle was very nervous.
It usually disguises itself as a decorative stone statue on the outer wall of the hotel, secretly observing Mingyue cooking in the hotel. It learned the method of making jam through observation.
Normally, the gargoyle would just watch silently, enjoying the aroma of food floating in the air. Until one day, it noticed that the lights in the hotel kitchen had been on all night, and humans were busy inside. She stood in front of a pot, looking extremely sleepy, but she still managed to keep her eyelids open and stir the contents until the empty pots were filled one by one. By then, it was already dawn.
The gargoyle thought this human would go to rest, but she washed her face with cold water in the sink and started to get busy again.
Watching humans coming in and out of the hotel, a voice suddenly emerged in the gargoyle's mind: If only I could help her.
The gargoyle likes its new boarding house very much. There are all kinds of fragrances and sounds of talking and chatting in it, giving it a different feeling.
As far as it knows, humans are very fragile creatures who need to eat and sleep, otherwise they may die.
I don't want that human to die.
After death, the house will become empty and quiet. There will be no more aroma of food, and no more sounds. It will be so quiet and slowly covered with dust, as if it has entered death along with the humans living in it.
In order to prevent this warm house from dying along with humans, it decided to help secretly.
The gargoyle began to quietly help Mingyue prepare meals and process ingredients.
The human was too busy, and she thought the processed ingredients were processed by the puppet, and the puppet thought the ingredients were processed by Mingyue. So the gargoyle moved quietly in the kitchen, and it even secretly tried to imitate Mingyue's cooking style.
Yesterday, it saw humans cooking jam again. This time, it was too tired and was pushed by the elf next to it to rest early. There were still some unprocessed ingredients left on the chopping board.
Seeing this, the gargoyle decided to lend a helping hand again. It helped make the remaining ingredients into jam and packaged them. When it was almost dawn, it helped cut the ingredients for the new day.
This is what Mingyue saw in the morning.
"Relax, I don't mean to blame you." Mingyue came over, opened two bottles of jam, and spread the jam on two slices of bread. As she spread the jam, she continued, "When did you start observing me?"
The gargoyle stumbled and said, "A week and a half ago, there was a smell here that I had never smelled before, so I flew over here. Behind, there was a statue outside, and I sneaked in."
It then explained anxiously: "No, stealing food, gargoyle, no, eating."
Mingyue was a little curious: "Then can you eat?"
"You can eat it, but it's not necessary."
"Then try this." Mingyue handed over two slices of bread. "The left one is the jam I made, and the right one is the jam you made."
The gargoyle didn't know what Mingyue meant, but it still took the bread obediently, ate two slices, and then stared at Mingyue blankly.
Mingyue smiled and didn't keep me in suspense any longer. "You learned how to make jam just by watching, and you can even make a similar flavor. That's really amazing. You have a natural talent for cooking."
"My hotel is in need of help right now. Would you like to come and help?"
The gargoyle was stunned by this surprise. It didn't expect that Mingyue not only did not pursue its behavior of sneaking into the kitchen, but also invited it to join. Does this mean that he can appear in the kitchen openly?
He nodded vigorously: "I'm willing to help."
"Then you're welcome to join us. You can work in the kitchen first and learn how to cook from me. After that, I'll introduce you to the other people in the inn. Besides you, there's another apprentice in the kitchen, a fire demon, but he doesn't come every day. Oh, and by the way, do you need accommodation arranged for you?"
The gargoyle shook his head and said that the exterior of the hotel was very good and he liked it very much.
In this way, another trainee chef was added to the hotel kitchen.
There is now another apprentice in the kitchen, Blaze, Mor's Balrog friend.
How he became an apprentice is a long story.
This all starts when Mingyue accidentally overheard the conversation between Blaise and Moore. Originally, Mingyue had no intention of eavesdropping on other people's privacy, but she accidentally heard Blaise say that fire would only destroy everything, so he hated fire magic and also hated his own identity.
Hearing this, Mingyue really couldn't help but take out the spatula and hit the Flame Demon's head hard.
"You say that! You're insulting every cook!"
"Did you know that fire is even a cultural origin in human history!"
"Did you know that although forest fires appear to burn everything, they actually promote the regeneration of the forest?"
"Fire has so many uses, yet you claim it can only destroy?"
"You idiot who can't use a tool and instead blames it for hurting people!"
After saying that, Mingyue was so angry that she hit Yan Mo's head with a spatula again.
The chef who taught her cooking once traveled through mountains and rivers to find all kinds of flames under the sun and tried to use them to cook.
As a result, the darling of fire, the Balrog, actually said here that fire can only destroy.
Mingyue was so angry that she dragged Blaise into the kitchen and made him act as an oven.
"Control the fire for me."
She mixed flour, butter and sugar into a soft dough, added various jams, and then put it on the iron plate for Blaise to help bake it.
"Maintain 200 degrees up and down for 10 minutes."
Then she took out a duck from the freezer, thawed it quickly with magic, rinsed it with hot water to tighten the skin, and then air-dried it and coated it with malt syrup.
The duck was also stuffed to Blaise.
"175 degrees, 60 minutes. Be careful not to burn the wings and legs."
Blaise hesitated: "I can't get it."
Mingyue patted his shoulder with a half-smile: "You have two hands, Mr. Yan Mo, think of a way."
Seeing the frying pan about to fall on his head in the next second, Blaise quickly said that he would think of a way.
And so, dinner that day was cooked with Blaise acting as the oven.
The table was filled with jam biscuits with a sweet buttery aroma, shiny roast duck, toast and roasted vegetables.
Mingyue glanced at the stupid Fire Demon next to her and said sarcastically, "How do you think these foods are made? They are definitely not made with fire that can destroy everything."
Blaise was silent.
He then stayed at the Moon Hotel and became a chef's apprentice.
After the hotel officially opened, Mingyue assigned him to be in charge of the barbecue stall selling grilled sausages.
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