Li Ziming didn't do anything superfluous, but really flipped through the pages of the library about the production method of fondant, but he didn't take a look at the pigeon on his shoulder, and then took advantage of the other party's inattention Li Ziming secretly took down a book from the shelf, and just when Li Ziming wanted to open the book, the pigeon landed on the book. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"What do you want to do?" Li Ziming had to sigh, Auntie's soul fruit was really quite magical, because he actually saw a smile on the face of the pigeon.

"I don't want to do anything...... Li Ziming showed a perfect fake smile.

"That's really ......" Connell combed his feathers, "I know that your kid is not so kind, and you still say that you are not honest ...... you kid"

"My lord, you're really kidding...... Li Ziming took out some candy from his arms, and then quietly handed it to Connell.

"Tsk, are you a bribe?" Connell looked at Li Ziming with a smile.

"If you don't feel satisfied, I actually have something better there......" Li Ziming smiled quite obscenely, looking like a flattering traitor.

"You have to know that the recipe here was brought by my mother from various countries, so I let you see it like this, it's not good......" Connell looked righteous, but his voice was quite small, and only Li Ziming in front of him could hear it.

"Isn't this a reference for me, if I can make a snack that my mother likes, won't the adult's face shine at that time......"

"Hmph, how do I know you're not here to do anything else?" Connell already has some excitement, after all, it is well known that Aunt likes sweets, if this guy in front of him can really research the angel that attracts Aunt Auntie in a novelty, then his status will definitely be able to get a leap forward, and in fact, these recipes are quite precious by himself, but this kind of place in the library, any servant can read it casually, in case, how much can it be worth, so it is used to make transactions in Connell's opinion, how can it not lose money.

"My lord, if you don't believe me, I can't ......do it," Li Ziming spread his hands helplessly, "The only thing I have a little confidence in is my craftsmanship and my research, and the evidence that can prove that I really just want to make pastries that meet my mother's taste is my work." And you should have tasted the fondant I made just now, I believe you should have some understanding of my craft, if you think I'm a liar, I don't have much to say......"

"Hmph, there is an adult who looks at you and can't make any demon moths, you hurry up and study ......" After all, Connell still couldn't suppress the greed in his heart, and let Li Zi Mingfan look like other books that make sweets.

Li Ziming doesn't want to be a dim sum chef or anything, and his main thing is to deliver information to the outside world. The night before, he wanted to use the phone bug to transmit information to Luffy and others, but he found that the surroundings seemed to be being monitored, although he didn't know who did it, but if he used the phone bug like this, then the danger of exposure would be too great, so Li Ziming wanted to use the most classic method, that is, the password, and if he wanted to write something, he had to have a certain reason, and he wrote something out of nowhere Li Ziming believed that no matter who he was, he would doubt it, so the research became Li Ziming's excuse.

Writing and drawing on paper, Connell didn't completely believe Li Ziming in his heart, but looking at the ratio and calculation of various materials on Li Ziming's paper, Connell felt that the other party should have nothing else to do, but it was really not interesting to watch Li Ziming scribble and draw on the paper, Connell quickly closed his eyes and rested, but he would still open his eyes from time to time to see what Li Ziming was doing.

I don't know how much time passed, Connell actually fell asleep gradually, and after being awakened by a shock, a touch of imperceptible servitude flashed in Connell's eyes, and then he found that Li Ziming didn't know when he disappeared.

Connell immediately intersected, but found Li Ziming's figure in the kitchen.

"What are you kid doing!" Connell said angrily that if Li Ziming went out to do something while he was sleeping, then he would definitely be killed by his aunt.

"Oh, I already have some ideas, so naturally I'm going to come over and test it......" Li Ziming said as a matter of course, "and I look at you so comfortably, I'm not embarrassed to wake you up......"

"You bastard!" Connell grabbed Li Ziming's face with one claw, and from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, a deep scar appeared on Li Ziming's face.

"Ahh Li Ziming fell to the ground in pain, covered his face and screamed.

And Li Ziming's screams didn't seem to arouse the slightest sympathy from the rest of the kitchen, and everyone was still busy with their own work.

"Do you want to die! If you want to die, I can help you! Connell's claws grabbed Li Ziming and directly picked him up, and a trace of resentment flashed in Li Ziming's eyes.

"How dare you stare at me?" Connell smiled, and then threw Li Ziming on the wall, flying around in the air at a very fast speed, and every time it would cause a wound on Li Ziming's body, "Don't think that you can do whatever you want if you are the person invited back by Bu Ling, you must know that you are not even as good as a dog in the castle!" Vicious words came out of Connell's mouth, and Li Ziming's screams gradually became quieter, slowly turning into weak moans.

"Humph!" Seeing that the heat was almost over, Connell stopped, after all, he still needed this guy's pastry at that time, "Remember, there is no next time, if there is a next time, you can make yourself into sweets!" Connell left coldly.

Li Ziming lay on the ground for a while before sitting up tremblingly, then looked at the manuscript on the table, shook his head helplessly, and slowly moved to the side of the stove, the paper in his white hand was thrown in, and the whole person looked at the flying sparks, as if there was a feeling of sadness greater than heart death.

"Alas......" Dong Hema sighed, walked to Li Ziming's side, and helped Li Ziming up, "I'll send you back to the room, where do I have some ointment, I'll apply some to you......"

"Thank you......" Li Ziming nodded gratefully to Dong Hema, and then walked out of the kitchen with the support of the other party, the other cooks in the kitchen shook their heads helplessly, and the sad look on their faces was even stronger, but no one saw a flash of black flames on the burning stove. (To be continued.) )