Doraemon and Uno Hanari were busy at the front desk, while Teru Kazama and Megumi Tazo were chatting in the back kitchen.

"Whew!!" As for the newly joined 7-year-old gray plain mourning, while holding the plate that had just been washed by the cleaning robot, standing in front of Kazama Hui, the urn snorted angrily, and the character of cherishing words like gold has not changed at all.

And the expected expressionless, but delicate doll-like face!

A pair of big black and white eyes looked at Kazama like a dead fish, and her mouth was flattened, as if Kazama Teru's body was exuding the smell of rot that made her hide her nose and want to escape.

Stinky girl, even if I'm a forensic doctor, I won't have this reaction, right?

"When the plate is served, I will go and pick the leaves, I don't have idlers here. Kazama replied with an equally expressionless face.

The dead girl ignored him as always, turned around and went to a vegetable washing station, leaving Kazama Hui standing in front of the cooking table with a slender and small back!

A small stool has been placed on the vegetable washing table, so Ash Yuan Wai only needs to step on it, and he can just clean the vegetable leaves!

Half an hour later, Kazama's voice came again, "Washed? After washing, let me think about what else you can do!!"

Obviously I don't have a job, and I tried my best to give a job to a 7-year-old girl, this guy is a tyrant!!

"Damn!"

Gray Yuan Wai finally couldn't help it, frowning and glaring at Kazama Hui, like a little tiger who chose to devour people.

However, Kazama Terumen didn't see it, and when he saw it, he would only think, oh, this expression is very cute, I want to take a picture...

"I thought about it, you now, go stand next to me and fan me, I'm a little hot in the stir-fry. Kazama said suddenly, smiling.

"Bastard!Why don't you die!!"

Gray Plains jumped to his feet, and once again showed a tendency to go berserk.

Megumi also felt that it was a bit excessive, but she, who was absolutely loyal to Kazama Teru, opened her mouth, but in the end she still didn't speak.

However.

The expression on Kazama's face was still flat, and it was a lack of beating in the eyes of Gray Hara.

"Count you ruthless!" Gray Yuan mourned a small face, and obediently obeyed the order, and went to Doraemon to find a fan.

Kazama smiled slightly.

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At 12 o'clock in the afternoon, send off the last table of guests!

Kazama Hui turned around, glanced at the gray plain mourning in the back kitchen, and fanned him, sweating profusely.

At this time, Kazama Hui found out that it was even more gray because of the fan, and almost stuck to himself, and the stinky girl didn't wear a bra!

But then I think about it, what kind of bra is 7-year-old Lori wearing!!

The heart does not beat and the face does not change color, and the eyes are diverted!

Kazama said, "What are you doing stupidly?"

"I... If there's anything else to do, just say it!" said Gray Plains with a grim face!

What a temper!

Kazama Teru looked amused in his heart, and continued to say expressionlessly on his face, "Wash your hands! and go out to get ready for dinner!!"

"Eat?" Gray Hara's surprised expression made Kazama feel like an idiot for the first time, and when she saw her cough fakely, she said with a solemn expression: "Wash it!"

Gray Yuan first wiped the hot sweat and stroked the somewhat messy hair. It looks very cute.

Kazama Teru is still expressionless, as for what he thinks in his heart, only he knows!

He glanced at Gray Yuan, who jumped off the small stool, ran to the sink, and turned back silently!

I thought about it.

Kazama turned on the gas stove again, only to see the flames pop up with a "whoosh".

Megumi Tanzo was surprised, "Chef, aren't we all ready for lunch?"

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Kazama didn't speak.

After the water in the pot was completely boiling, Kazama aimed at this opportunity, opened a suitable amount of oats, put it in the pot, and mixed it with the water.

Then, Kazama slowly simmers over low heat.

Close your eyes slightly.

He clasped his hands and waited to get up.

The water in the pot was originally clear and tranquil. However, when the temperature in the pot rises, it reaches the boiling point of water.

The clear water in the pot is like a naughty child, jumping up and down, tumbling more and more.

The water and oats, after being mixed and matched, are slowly simmered over low heat and begin to gradually become viscous.

Kazama opened his eyes at this time, stretched out his right hand, held the spatula tightly, and gently stirred along the pot, from the inside to the outside, from the outside to the inside.

And at this moment, the water in the pot has almost evaporated.

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Kazama said, "Cow!

"Yes, Master Chef!" Megumi Tassho replied quickly, and went to get the milk.

Although she was a little puzzled, why Kazama Teru did this again, she still did it, since she was in the hilltop villa, she had not questioned or disobeyed any of Kazama's decisions, and meticulously and strictly implemented every task given to her by the chef!

Megumi Tazo is such a frugal, simple, hardworking girl.

Kazama Teru stirred for a while, and when Megumi Tanzo's milk arrived, he slowly poured milk from the inside out, and from the outside to the inside!

In this process, Kazama uses a spatula patiently and keeps stirring along the shape of the pot!

Until the milk is gone, then cook over low heat.

In this process, the spatula in Kazama's right hand did not stop moving, even if he was busy all morning, he was sweating so far, and he was still slowly stirring in a clockwise direction.

The whole complicated process, in the eyes of Megumi Tado, has become so smooth and natural in the hands of the head chef.

There is not a trace of superfluous action, even the amount of milk poured, and the speed and timing of stirring, it seems to be just right, no more, no less.

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Da Da!!

Ordinary and inexpensive, but the kitchen knife that has been sharpened by Kazama Teru is always able to keep in close contact with the sticky board.

The knife, with each swift swing of Kazama, seems to be a beautiful note, with an extremely strong sense of rhythm.

Every time I appreciate it, Sawei Wada feels pleasing to the eye.

The knife has no bright spots in ordinary hands, but in the hands of Kazama Teru, it has become a work of art, and art is being made!

Gorgeous and beautiful art!

It's not worse than Kazama Kazama, the gorgeous explosion effect when drifting with the S13 on!

“......”

Peel the banana and cut it into slices and set aside. And the time was stolen little by little, and after the milk and wheat were heated, they harmonized with each other, and the smell of milk produced suddenly filled the air in the kitchen.

And then—

Kazama found the right moment again.

"Hmm?...... This doesn't taste good, and it seems that a little more sugar needs to be added. Kazama picked up the spoon with his right hand, scooped it gently, put it close to his mouth, licked it, and closed his eyes to taste it.

At last!

Kazama frowned, added a little more sugar to the excellence, and slowly debugged.

Repeatedly.

After concocting it for a long time, Kazama Teru's mouth was dry and sweaty.

Finally!

A fragrant milk and oatmeal porridge is done!!