There was no window in the kitchen, so the delicate girl painted a window on the kitchen wall.

The slanted windows open between the attics, and there is sunlight outside, and there are meadows, forests, streams, and rows of golden sunflowers.

There are several pots of small flowers without names on the windowsill, all of which are picked from the wild, and the small flowers are weak and cannot withstand the wind and rain.

The delicate maiden looked fifteen years old, and wore a fat white uniform that only a chef would wear, which was extremely incommensurate with her slender figure, and her long black hair was tucked into a high hat, and the few strands of hair that were hidden out were as smooth as satin.

The girl loves the sun, and there is a similar painting in her dormitory, which she also painted herself, where there are blue skies and white clouds, and flocks of seagulls.

In the kitchen, whenever there was leisure, the girl would lie down next to the painting and look at it again and again, as if it were real, with the woods, the stream, and the birds singing.

I've been looking at it like this, and sometimes the corners of the girl's mouth will raise a slight arc, as if she thought of something that made her very happy.

Back in the dormitory, the girl always lights up when she sleeps, the light makes her feel safe in this strange place, and she can also see the blue sky and white clouds outside the window at any time with the light, every time she sees it, it always makes the girl smile softly.

At an innocent age, the girl longed for a window for herself, but unfortunately life was cold, she had lived in this cold and dark underground for more than five years, she was ten years old when she came here, and now, she is fifteen years old.

The best five years of my life passed in this way, day after day busy.

Since that cold night, the maiden has never seen the forest or the grass again, and has never heard a familiar sound again.

Life is like a black corridor, and the girl always walks in the corridor, but there is no end, no sunlight, and no window.

Luckily, the girl also has a pair of dexterous hands that can make the most wonderful food in the world.

The talent for cooking food comes from the family, and the girl loves the job.

Every time she stood in front of the stove and waved the frying spoon in her hand, she seemed to forget where she was, and her cherished feelings were thrown into the ingredients, turning into delicious and fragrant dishes.

I remember that when the girl first came here, she couldn't reach the high pot table, so she had to bring a small chair and step on her feet, and swayed to cook the flavor they wanted for the big guys.

The big guys are important, and if it weren't for the girl's need for food, maybe she wouldn't have survived at all.

More than five years ago, the ten-year-old little chef was a unique sight in this kitchen.

After more than five years, everyone stopped thinking about this problem, and they all felt that it was the fate of the girl to cook food for a lifetime in this windowless kitchen, and this fate would not end until she was skinny and gray-haired.

Every year, many people come here, but no one ever leaves.

Because this is the most mysterious base under Tayakongzhì, it has undertaken the most secret mission.

Those who live here should pray that this secret mission is never completed, otherwise, if this secret mission is successful, everyone will be buried with this secret.

After all, only the dead will keep it a secret.

The girl obviously didn't know that the end was already doomed from the first second she stepped into the place, otherwise she wouldn't have painted a window on the wall, and the windowsill was full of beautiful little flowers.

In this gloomy world, a window is a luxury, a luxury that will never be achieved.

The malevolent head chef returned from praying, his gaze glancing coldly over the kitchen.

The workers, who were still laughing just now, quickly lowered their heads and worked hard.

A blonde girl who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old walked in from outside, saw the tall figure of the head chef, hurriedly picked up a rag, and began to wipe the already extremely clean stove.

"Ye Xiaomiao!" The head chef with his black furry arms shouted.

"Yes." The thin girl hurriedly left the window she had painted, and stood in a restrained manner opposite the tall old man.

"Last night, Director Diao of the Ministry of Security asked for an extra meal half an hour late, and Minister Diao has already complained to me when I prayed today, what is going on?"

"It was three o'clock in the morning and I... I was so sleepy that I fell asleep while cooking..."

"Hmph, don't use this as an excuse, you can't stop looking at that broken painting whenever you have time, and blame you for not having time to rest?"

"I'm not making excuses..."

"It's good to know! Your mission is to make sure everyone on the base is well fed! Then they will have the energy to accomplish the divine task God has given them! ”

"Yes..."

"Don't say three in the morning, it's four in the morning! Five o'clock in the morning! Whether you're eating, bathing, or sleeping, you have to be on board! In order for you to keep your mission firmly in mind, you are not allowed to eat today! ”

"Yes..."

"Here's the list for today's dinner, go get ready, if there's any more business cuò, huh!"

This skinny girl is called Ye Xiaomiao, wonderful wonderful.

She has a wonderful word in her name, but her life is really not so wonderful.

Seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day, whenever the big guys felt a little hungry and wanted something to eat, even if they were exhausted, she had to get up and satisfy the tricky appetite of the big guys.

What the big people want to eat is just a casual word, but the fifteen-year-old cook Ye Xiaomiao has to work day and night for such a sentence.

Long-term lack of sleep, coupled with fear, made Ye Xiaomiao have a mental breakdown at a young age, she is afraid of voices, afraid of other people's eyes, even in her sleep, she often hears the vicious chef calling her name, reprimanding herself in the most unbearable language.

It's wonderful to enjoy good food, but the people who cook it have to endure the pain that isn't wonderful at all.

Every fifteen-year-old girl should have a beautiful skirt to live up to this youth.

Ye Xiaomiao only has a white fat chef's uniform and a funny top hat.

Every fifteen-year-old girl should hold flowers in her hands, step on the green land, hum a pleasant tune, get together with her peers, and talk about the world, so as to live up to this watery age.

Ye Xiaomiao's side is always full of spicy oil smoke, and the iron pot and iron spoon collide, making a clanging sound.

Fifteen-year-old girls deserve the whole world.

Ye Xiaomiao only has one window, and this window is there, but it can never be opened.

Ye Xiaomiao has started working again, today's life is like yesterday, tomorrow's life is the same as today.

No one felt that it was torture to let a fifteen-year-old girl take on such a heavy workload, they had long been used to it, and they all felt that this was Ye Xiaomiao's fate, and her life should be spent like this.

Except for Annie.

Perhaps because of the age difference, Anne sympathized with Ye Xiaomiao.

As a waitress at the front desk, Anne can at least meet many people and chat with many people, but Ye Xiaomiao is always running back and forth between the back kitchen and the dormitory, without any surprises, always with a few stiff faces.

When she has free time, Anne will tell Ye Xiaomiao about the interesting things she heard and saw from the outside, and whenever this happens, Ye Xiaomiao will always prick up her ears.

"There's a group of capsule masters out there."

"Capsule master should be amazing, right?"

"What, most of them are old fat people, sighing and sighing, bored to death, but one of them is quite handsome, with a sturdy body, like a martial arts practitioner."

"Really?"

"Well, and this young capsule master loves to eat what you make."

"Why do you say that?"

"Anyway, he has a very special attitude towards food, he eats very seriously, I've been out for so long, and I've never seen anyone so devout about food."

"I wiped my eyes while eating him, I leaned over to take a look, and I saw him staring at the egg fried rice you made, very weird, guess what?"

"What's wrong with him?"

"He was so moved by your bowl of egg fried rice that his eyes were red."