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To be honest, although when choosing the location and decoration of the office, Omer considered that there is a high probability that he will need to transfer the main position from his home to here.

But when he thought about this step, he also considered it from the perspective of 'unavoidable'.

What do you mean by necessity?
As a last resort, it is... the worst choice.

Because it is the worst choice, the preparation for this choice is also very poor.

Reluctant decoration, unsatisfactory architectural structure, and not so luxurious and spacious look, although it is comprehensive enough, and the related facilities of food, clothing, housing and transportation are taken into account, but that's all.

It was just considered for the time being, rather than really being built as a home.

so--

"Hey, is the meal ready yet?"—Sunday Tranquility standing at the door.

"...'friend', the trainers are already working on it." - Kitchen Help's Man City Cafe
"Is this the attitude you should have for eating and drinking for free?!" —— Omer Linton, who rarely lives in Bengbu in front of Sunday Tranquility.

"Trainer~Trainer~? Whoa! Hurry up! Hurry up! Is the meal ready yet!" —— Eri Tachoko, who was dragging his words, looking weak.

Among the seven people, there are five horse girls,
Two of them, the bourbon and the coffee house, still do the basic training honestly in the morning, and this also means that the appetite will be much larger.

"Judgment—the kitchen area is not enough, I suggest Qian Ming-senpai follow the instructions of the Master." - Miura Bourbon who poked his head at the door and then retracted.

"Why are you back again? There are too many new questions?"

That is two general big stomachs + three big stomachs plus, and then Omer himself and Xintiao...

And the reason why this small kitchen is relatively crowded is more or less due to this devil.

A certain horse girl who used her legs to chase motorcycles after leaving the city is not far behind in terms of exercise, so it cannot be judged by the food intake of the horse girl on standby.

And the shovel in Omer's hand also paused.

"...She, hit a car."

"...Who is that trainer?"

But representative Qian Ming's silence was not because of the honor of the other party, but because he was thinking about how to express it euphemistically, especially when there were children at the scene.

When Tranquility heard the words on Sunday, she glanced at the pot subtly: "...It sounds like this meal will be very difficult to eat."

So, it is really amazing to be able to live in harmony with this appearance of the Manchester City Cafe.jpg
Seeing him like this, Sunday Tranquility was quite uncomfortable, and she would find a reason to stay away if there was nothing to do.

At this time, maybe I should be grateful that Xintiao's appetite is indeed ordinary jk, but Omer will still rise up, "If this continues, I will be like it!" ' A sense of crisis.

On Sunday, Tranquility took a few steps back with the bowl in hand, when someone took her place and stood between Omer and the teahouse. It was a representative of Qian Ming who was hard at work.

"You might as well just say that she had a car accident." Omer felt that her euphemism could only be described as tragedy.

Even if the chef is not late, even if there is no major accident in the cooking process itself, the large number of dishes required for this meal itself is enough to delay the construction of lunch.

"If you really want to save time, you should order takeaway directly, or go out to eat."

"Why should I stay?"

After all, the kitchen is really not big enough, and there is no need to support a meal for seven people at all.

Then, Representative Qianming looked at him in amazement when he had time to meet for the second time.

He's asking about Sunday Serenity.

Now that eight dishes have been served, I can't help but ask anxiously: "How is the spirit's appetite?"

——They really think hell creatures are very suitable to be chefs, especially after the latter have almost cut off drinking blood after getting more and more exposed to different race recipes.

This answer made the kitchen very silent, even the things floating in mid-air stopped, and the peaceful eyes of the teahouse and Sunday were very sisters.

And Sunday Tranquility, who heard this question, gave him a subtle look, and rarely taunted or raised an argument, but gave a solid suggestion:

"No," Omer rebuffed straight away, "I've been taking some time to read nutrition these days, so I have to verify my learning results."

The shaking of the spoon made his hands sore, as if he had beaten Ji Canghai all night.

"Why do you all come to the kitchen? Did the little snake come up with some new dishes? Eh? Who are you?" ——Just went downstairs and walked to the door, looking at Xintiao Qian, the representative of Qian Ming, in surprise.

"Hello, my name is Representative Qianming, and I am Mr. Linton's coordinator..." "Okay, everyone, go back and sit down. This place is not spacious! Everyone except the teahouse and Sunday quiet, go out!"

"Let me be honest, let me help. I think this kind of situation should be rare here? Right, little Bourbon." ——Representative Qian Ming who was not allowed to help.

But Omer's attitude towards her will be slightly better. After all, when purchasing the ingredients for this meal, the other party rushes to pay for it.

——The above chaos is the proof that the office's kitchen is beyond its burden in terms of functionality.

This appearance was somewhat familiar, causing Sunday Tranquility, who had re-entered the kitchen, to squint at the demon.

"That's not true, I just wanted to tell you that it's not convenient for Sirius to come over, so we'll have to go find her later."

The latter obviously lacked self-awareness. The white dots in the eye sockets glanced at the somewhat 'weird' Serenity of Sunday, and then took care of the metal pot in front of him again: "But if it is convenient to come here, the injury is not serious, right?"

"Inconvenient?" The demon turned his head in surprise, the flames in his eye sockets swayed slightly, and his mouth full of sharp teeth opened slightly, revealing the silvery white flame in his mouth.

On the other hand, the cafeterias where they help cut vegetables, scrape skins, pass things, and so on, also carry forward the excellent qualities of spiritual science students.

"It's not a matter of favoring one over another. I will improve the dishes I am not sure about." Omer shook his head.

"The most blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

He is not afraid of the devil figure that can stop children from crying at night, and even ordered a few "friends" to assist.

But she justified her words: "It's not appropriate to say that the car accident seemed to be that she was seriously injured."

The [-]-meter-plus tall devil turned over and over with a spatula in his hands. He didn't even need an apron, and he was completely unafraid of the occasional flames. ——

No one in this kitchen has poor hearing, including the devil chef - he really will turn into a devil for this high-end kitchen.

But if this is not the case, it may not be able to go smoothly until now.

Although what I thought in my heart was 'Since there are all ghosts, does it mean that you are full during the cooking process? ', but if you want to say it, probably the pot and the dishes will rise in Wuhu.

A few ingredients and tools are flying in the air, which can be described as the most peaceful phenomenon.

"That's not true, it's just that the other side of the car accident is a very famous trainer." Qian Ming took out his mobile phone and looked at it, "Now she is surrounded by reporters, and I think she will be able to see the first-hand news on TV after dinner .”

"Hearing this is really reassuring. After hearing this, Zofia must ask you to talk to Miss Furong."

"James Stewart, I have heard of him, do you know him?"

"Oh…"

Omer's expression was complicated.

"Call in the trainer chat room: I'm the one from maybe."

Thanks to the narrator of a certain comic for the reward!
thanks, thanks!