early morning.
Shen Que retrieved Pei Ji's blanket from the study, put it on his knees, and sat in the garden reading a book.
Pei Ji didn't come back last night, so he woke up naturally at seven o'clock.
I sat on the bed in a daze for a while, feeling really empty inside. I tried to send Pei Ji a message, but there was no reply.
A little unhappy.
The smell of Alpha in the house had almost disappeared, so he had to go to the study to look for any survivors. Fortunately, there was a blanket that had not been sucked yesterday.
He took it to the garden as if it were a treasure.
The morning sun is not so glaring, but warm and peaceful.
The breeze turned the pages of the book, slid across Shen Que's fingertips, leaving behind a faint scent of ink.
He felt a little better and released a few strands of mental energy, sensing everything around him.
There was a little dew in the morning, and the newly planted bellflowers were still wet.
A slightly cool and damp feeling came along the nerve endings, and Shen Que's lowered eyelids trembled slightly, controlling his mental power to reach farther.
However, just as they pushed aside the bushes, those strands of spiritual power suddenly trembled, as if they had discovered something terrifying, and suddenly shrank back.
Chen Que was stunned, his fingertips that were turning the pages of the book paused, and he looked at the path beside the garden through the intertwined branches and leaves.
"Who are those people?"
He pointed to a few people who were following Demi in the other direction.
Anya looked in the direction he pointed.
"Ah! It's the new servant who came for an interview."
Shen Que narrowed his eyes.
The path was some distance from the garden and was obscured by trees. From his position, he could only roughly see the figure.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on the last tall girl.
The girl was wearing a light skirt and common dark brown deerskin boots. Her black hair cascaded down her back, her proud breasts stood tall, and her posture was elegant and upright.
Although he was walking at the end, he seemed to have a strong aura that could not be ignored, and every step he took was calm and natural.
It feels... not like I'm here for an interview, but more like I'm back home.
Shen Que released his mental power again, trying to feel the girl further, but for some reason, those little guys refused to come out.
At this moment, the girl who was originally walking in a hurry suddenly turned her head, and her sharp gaze accurately penetrated the intertwined branches and leaves and fell directly on the location where Chen Que was.
Shen Que's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Then, the girl slowly curled up the corners of her mouth, raised her right hand, and blew a kiss in the direction of Shen Quezai.
Her frivolous smile disappeared, and she turned and followed Demi away from the garden.
It was not until the "tapping" sound of footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the path that Shen Que came back to his senses from his crazy and rapid heartbeat.
The paper was wrinkled. He lowered his head and touched his slightly hot cheek with the back of his hand.
So beautiful.
I saw the wrinkles on the paper getting deeper and deeper.
Unaware of the situation, Anya hesitantly asked, "Madam, do you want to go and see the interview?"
Chen Que covered the book and said, "Let's go."
…
Various cooking tools and ingredients for making desserts are already available in the kitchen.
Demi stood at the end of the cooking table and said loudly:
"Today's exam has only one question: create a dessert of your choice, using any type and ingredients. After you're done, my wife will taste it herself. The one who approves will get the job."
As soon as the words fell, the timer began.
The applicants picked up pots and pans and started busying themselves with the clattering of utensils.
Shen Que stood on the terrace outside the kitchen, looking at the girl in deerskin boots in the corner with interest through the stained glass window.
She was looking at a row of glittering silver kitchen utensils on the table, her chin in her hand and her brows deeply furrowed.
It seems that he can't even tell the difference between a frying pan, a frying pan, a wok and a steamer.
Shen Que was in a good mood and curled up the corners of his mouth.
The girl picked up an egg, hesitated for a moment, and knocked it on the table.
With a "click" sound.
The egg was broken all over my hand.
The girl showed a disgusted expression, wiped the egg liquid off her hands, picked up a box of milk, poured it into the bowl, then picked up the sugar and started adding it.
Shen Que looked at the terrifying amount pouring into the bowl.
Help.
If you take one bite, you'll choke to death.
"What is she going to do?"
Anya naturally discovered who Shen Que was looking at.
She was indeed a beautiful girl, with outstanding looks and a good figure. If you looked closely... the temperament between her eyebrows and eyes was a bit like that of an admiral.
But she...has never been into the kitchen!
How can you chop butter with a bone cleaver? !
The chopping board was broken!!!
"Is she really making dessert?" Anya frowned.
"She wants to make milk pudding."
Shen Que pursed his lips, as if trying hard to hold back a laugh, but he could hardly hold it back anymore.
"What? Milk pudding?"
Anya looked at the tragic scene on the table in front of the girl in horror: milk flowing everywhere, eggs dying tragically, and sugar spilled all over the floor.
"Has she ever considered Pudding's feelings?"
It was not until the production was nearly finished that Shen Que took Anya back to the study and waited for his dessert to come.
Strawberry cake, tiramisu, ice cream, sago... and...
A black plate, I don't know what it is.
Demi and Anya looked at the last plate of burnt unidentified objects and said at the same time: "Madam, why don't you just not eat this one."
But Shen Que took the small spoon, bypassed all the normal desserts in front, and inserted it accurately into the black substance.
Under the horrified gazes of the two maids, he scooped up the unknown substance and examined it carefully.
Then, like a kitten licking milk, he stuck out his tongue and licked a little bit.
silence.
Horrified silence.
After a while, Shen Que put down the spoon.
“It tastes terrible.”
Demi: “It’s amazing that it’s still edible!”
Anya: "Anyway, rinse your mouth first, ma'am! Something dirty got into your mouth!"
However, Shen Que nonchalantly poked the black mass with a small spoon and said to the two maids, "Call her over."
Demi and Anya looked at each other.
"You...what do you mean?"
Shen Que raised his eyelids, "What I mean is... I like her, can we talk about salary or something..."
"But...but..." Demi repeated several "buts" in a row, "What do you like about her?"
Grandpa Hall said that the admiral specifically asked for an experienced and skilled pastry chef.
But that little maid obviously can't do anything! If we recruit her, she will eat the lady and send her to a sanatorium!
What are you looking at...
Shen Que tilted his head and tapped the plate lightly with his spoon.
"Face?"
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