Catch the wind and wash the dust, in the dining room of the eighteenth layer of hell. This restaurant was clean and spacious. The pink walls, the white marble crystal clear insomnia, reflect the joyful faces of this group of people. This kitchen is luxurious and low-key. In terms of design, it is ingenious, and eating here is like a quiet gastronomic feast.

The stranger walked in front coolly and glanced back at the foodies. Nodding their heads together, they walked briskly to the front one by one, piecing together seven or eight transparent crystal tables. Eight tables are placed side by side in two rows. Then, the group walked to the window, under which were stacks of turquoise tablecloths. These tablecloths are painted with flowers and plants, each with its own style.

"Please~" The group invited Xiaoxian into the dining room, and then sent her into the kitchen. The good name said: "The promised promise must be fulfilled." ”

And that wasn't the end of it, the group winked at the foam. Knowing their purpose, he pouted, looking reluctant, and stayed in place reluctant to move. The group was a little anxious, and Xiaoxian had already walked into the kitchen with his feet raised. Time waits for no one, they are in a hurry. At the same time, his eyes fell on the boss bandit, with anticipation in his eyes.

"Ahem......" The stranger coughed lightly, he didn't know why he wanted to do such a thing for this group of foodies. Pour foam, you go and learn her cooking skills, and in the future, every 1357, you will make us some pastries to treat us. Otherwise......"

The strange bandit's eyes burst into a threatening cold light, and his dark eyes were particularly cold in the shiny restaurant.

"Huh?!" Pouring foam wailed, what does this mean, boss?! 1357 have to make pastries, and it is not a three-day holiday a week. She wanted to protest, but succumbed to the boss's cold eyes. Her little white face was unhappy, and her little mouth was raised, glaring back at the group of people with hatred.

It's just that her courage stopped when she got to the stranger. She has little courage and doesn't dare to offend the stranger, this is not someone who can be easily provoked.

I walked into the kitchen and greeted the cook with a smile. The group was supposed to come back for dinner a little later, and the cook started cooking. The cook lady wore a floral cloth dress and hung a bright red gown, which was very vulgar. poured more than once to complain, but it couldn't change the cook's hobby.

The cook stood cramped, not knowing what to do. Their group of eighteen-story masters never set foot in the kitchen, let alone cook. The seventeen men wouldn't think of cooking, and neither would the foam. She spent all her time in the eighteenth layer of hell, and she really couldn't spare time to learn how to cook.

This time, the boss personally ordered her, and she had to obey. In the future, you have to throw the group of nasty imps from the eighteenth layer of hell to the first layer and leave it for the boss to clean up. This is the premise of her pastry, and it can be regarded as her welfare.

has his own little abacus in his heart, and his face gradually returns to normal. No, she's smiling. Thinking that she could throw those scourges out and throw them into the hands of the boss, she looked forward to seeing the scourge look scared, shuddering and begging the boss.

Hmph, she has long wanted to see that group of people eat deflated!

"Don't be nervous, you can just do what you used to do. Chef, I'm sorry for you. Pouring foam was very polite, looking at the chef's nervous appearance, comforting. She walked to Xiaoxian's side and watched Xiaoxian stand aside, watching the cook cook, but she didn't mean to make pastries, and felt weird in her heart.

"Sister Xiaoxian, why don't you start making pastries?" Pouring Mo asked curiously.

Xiaoxian put her index finger to her lips and shushed. I lowered my voice, glanced outside, and saw that no one was paying attention to the situation in the kitchen, so I whispered to the foaming ear. "In my dreams, there are a lot of finished pastries, which can be served out in a while."

"Huh?" Pouring foam was dumbfounded. She came here to learn from her master, but the master said he had stock?! How can she bear this situation, she is still waiting to clean up the four imps who are tossing in the eighteenth layer of hell.

Seeing that the gods were there, the goddess who didn't plan to make pastries here wanted to cry. Her bright future is in her hands! She wants to learn from a teacher, and it seems that she has to start with Xiaoxian first, and she has to take the initiative to make pastries.

"Hee-hee, I'll take it out now and get rid of the freeze." Xiaoxian covered her mouth and smiled, looking at the stupid foam, she couldn't help but want to laugh in her heart. She also told Dump Mo such a thing, and the other little ghosts would not know. Otherwise, wouldn't she have become a mobile food warehouse?

After the words fell, Xiaoxian waved his sleeves and flew out of the dream. All kinds of pastries fell on the table in an orderly manner. Row by row, counting more than fifty plates. Look at the crystal snowflakes hanging on each plate, it looks delicate and cute.

The blue pastry is draped with a layer of sparkling snowflakes. Translucent blue is sparkling in the light. The white pastry is sprinkled with snowflakes, and it looks silly and can't tell whether it is a cake or a snowflake, but it is like a white lotus flower blooming in the snowy winter. The golden pastry, hung with snow-white snowflakes, brightened the gold, and even revealed a dreamy gold. The bright red pastry is sprinkled with snowflakes, and the red color is unreal, with a hazy beauty......

Her eyes were immediately attracted by these beautiful pastries, and she looked at them one by one, and each one was beautiful. She had a voice in her heart at the moment, even if she didn't learn these pastries for the eighteenth layer master, she had to learn for herself. These pastries are so beautiful and taste so good, if she doesn't learn such a delicacy, she will regret it for the rest of her life.

She turned around and ran to Fairy. "Master, please teach the disciples how to make these delicate and lovely pastries."

Pouring Mo said seriously, looking at Xiaoxian with great determination in his eyes. She saw that Xiaoxian was hesitating, so she hurriedly stepped forward to take Xiaoxian's hand, and said coquettishly: "Master~ You can teach me~ After I learn, I will make pastries for you every day~"

Coquettishly for a while, Xiaoxian still didn't reply. With a wave of her sleeve, Pour foam put away the pastries that were on the table. With an innocent smile on his face, he pretended to be stupid and said, "Now that there are no pastries, you can't give us a gift in return." Why don't you start making pastries now? I'm learning on the sidelines, and I promise to study hard! ”

The fairy snorted and laughed. The smile bloomed like a blooming flower, and it was very beautiful. She looked at Dump Mo and pretended to be stupid seriously, and then thought that there were still some pastries in the dream, although there were not many, they were still enough for this group of people to eat. It's just that she doesn't want to see the foam collapse. Let's roll up our sleeves and teach this little girl.

The pink red lips are slightly opened, and the eyes are like stars. "It's okay to learn from me, but don't tell anyone that you learned from me?"

"You don't believe I'm better than blue?" Foam pursed her lips, and she felt slightly uncomfortable. Before she started learning, the master didn't believe her. How did this make her happy?

"Hmm...... I'm worried that I won't be able to teach you well. "The little fairy playfully sticks out her little tongue and looks cute. The answer in her heart is: being someone else's pastry chef doesn't sound like a lofty name.

(To be continued.) )