The initial taste is rich and mellow from the butter, but after careful chewing, you can gradually taste the subtle aroma of wheat underneath.
Gu Xinghe savored the butter cookies he had made.
I suddenly realized that I might actually have a pretty good talent for cooking.
Theoretically speaking, his culinary talent should be much stronger than his bartending talent.
Even so, his player system panel still did not show that he had any cooking-related skills.
In terms of taste, his dishes are clearly much better than his cocktails.
etc.
Gu Xinghe seemed to finally realize what was happening—
He always thought it was because Teresa's meticulous theoretical instruction had allowed him to barely reach the threshold of LV.1 bartending skills.
But now that I think about it, it was probably because the drinks he made were just so bad.
After all, even if your charm rating reaches -20, it's still a unique kind of "charm," right?
Even with negative charm values, special bonuses can occur.
Gu Xinghe couldn't help but recall the system panel's notes on his LV.1 bartending skill at that moment—
"You truly deserve the title of the Bartender of Misfortune!"
In fact, the formation of skills has little to do with whether or not a person can do something.
Just like Gu Xinghe, who is good at cooking and painting, but has no related skills.
On the contrary, it was the terrible bartending skills that became a skill.
The formation of skills is related to the player's proficiency in a particular skill and their mastery of the techniques.
That is, it is not that a certain effect can only be achieved by having a skill, but rather the skill is deduced by the effect that the player can achieve.
Gu Xinghe put the half-eaten cookie into his mouth and patted the crumbs off his fingers.
Just as he was about to savor the cookies he had made, he discovered that the cookies on the tray had vanished.
Gu Xinghe looked to his right and, unsurprisingly, discovered the culprit—Carol.
Of course, there was also Lekaya, standing to his left, who had joined her sister in the act of stealing food.
Both girls had their mouths bulging.
Even though their mouths were already full, neither of them wanted to slowly eat the cookies one by one.
Even when Gu Xinghe noticed their behavior and turned to look at the two of them.
They quickly stuffed the two or three remaining cookies in their hands into their mouths as well.
Seeing that Gu Xinghe was watching them, the two of them returned his innocent look.
Then he covered his mouth with both hands.
Judging from the way they were moving their hands, they were probably still quickly chewing the butter cookies in their mouths.
Judging from their actions, the two of them clearly took advantage of the moment when Gu Xinghe appeared to be deep in thought.
A moment later, Gu Xinghe saw that Carol and Rekaya had removed their hands from their mouths.
It's obvious that she's already finished all the cookies in her mouth.
It seems that the two sisters share a unique love for food and a strong ability to digest it.
No.
This conclusion can probably be drawn from the way the two of them acted towards Eun-pang and Kong He-jing in front of the campus on the first day.
"You're also very talented at cooking!"
Besides these cookies, the candy you mentioned making last time was also delicious!
As she said this, Carol gave Gu Xinghe a thumbs up with her right hand.
It seemed that it was only when he spoke that he realized there were some cookie crumbs stuck to the corners of his mouth.
Carol gently wiped the area with her left index finger, then brought it closer and licked it with the tip of her tongue.
The few crumbs of biscuits melted away with her movements.
Her movements were swift and decisive, as if they possessed a unique charm.
And looking at his tray of cookies that had been quickly devoured.
Gu Xinghe then turned to look at the baking tray that Carol and Rekaya still had full of cookies on it.
Just as he thought the two were going to finish his food first, like when they fed him in the classroom, he was about to finish his own.
He noticed that they still seemed not to be moving.
"Aren't you going to eat the cookies you made yourself?"
The two girls, who each had their own unique love for food, surprisingly did not show any possessiveness towards their food at this moment.
Carol then asked Gu Xinghe quite "generously".
Would you like to try some of our cookies?
Judging from their "recipes," Carol and Rekaya's definition of gourmet food is clearly quite broad.
But it seems that they are even taking the initiative to invite me to try their food.
Unless, of course, these cookies go beyond what they consider "gourmet food".
Gu Xinghe first looked at the butter cookies that Carol had made on his right.
Round cookies don't seem like the kind of culinary disasters that are truly hellish just by looking at them.
Apart from some pits on the surface caused by uneven pressure when squeezing the batter onto the parchment paper, the cookies look perfectly normal on the outside.
But at this moment, Gu Xinghe noticed that among the "normal" cookies, there was one that had been flipped over.
The bottom of the flipped cookie was pitch black, as if it had been completely charred from the bottom to the center.
Only a slightly normal-looking "skin" is left on the outermost layer to pretend it's an ordinary cookie.
On the other hand, the cookies made by Lekaya looked much better than those made by Carol.
But when I saw a cookie that had only been bitten once and was left aside, probably because someone had tried it and then abandoned it.
Gu Xinghe guessed that the degree of "goodness" was probably quite limited.
"No, thank you."
Therefore, Gu Xinghe declined this rare invitation to taste the "delicious food".
He even thought to himself—
I wonder if eating these two biscuits will cause the same level of contamination as the stewed meat in the cafeteria?
Carol did not show any regret when she heard Gu Xinghe's refusal.
She simply gathered up all the cookies she and Rekaya had made and put them into a paper bag.
"Shall we continue the fish-feeding activity we couldn't do yesterday afternoon?"
By this time, the afternoon classes had already ended.
Carol held the paper bag of cookies in her left hand and her right hand holding the left ear of her rabbit doll, and said to Gu Xinghe.
"You haven't forgotten, have you?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Xinghe could only sigh inwardly once again—
Maintaining a state of collective action is really difficult.
In every sense.
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