Location: Rice Flower Town, Sweet Baiwei Cake Shop; enjoin

Time: 13:21 minutes.

When Miwako Sato, who was humming a little tune, changed into a white chef's uniform, put on an apron and walked out of the dressing room, the first thing that caught her eye was Katsumi Uehara sitting alone in the corner of the cooking room, holding her cheek with one hand while not forgetting to shake her legs regularly. His eyes were fixed on the door of the locker room, and his eyes were extremely unkind.

Like Miwako, he also changed into a chef's outfit and wore a crooked chef's hat on his head. The difference is that his face is full of unhappiness at the moment.

"Your hair is too long, and the chef's hat won't protect you until you don't tie it properly."

Miwako, who was holding back a smile, saw her boyfriend's *** hair outside the brim of her hat at a glance, and reminded her kindly.

"Do I need protection? Jokes." Katsumi Uehara, who shook his legs to hide his weakness, pouted and was very dismissive of this.

"Huh?" enjoin

The woman snorted twice with a smile in her eyebrows, paced to her boyfriend's side, put one hand on his shoulder, and half-leaned down to his ear and laughed, "It's too late to surrender, Katsune."

"I'm sorry, this lady with a mouth full of lies, but my childhood education didn't allow me to do this." Katsumi Uehara glanced at his girlfriend, "I don't even know how to write the word surrender when I'm so big."

"Courage is commendable."

Miwako Sato sighed helplessly, but the smile stacked at the corner of her eyes became more and more intense. The left hand resting on her boyfriend's shoulder was raised, and she gently patted him on the back, attracting his attention, and then her lips turned to the cooking table next to her, "See the ingredients on that countertop?" Aunt Xia Chuan has already prepared for us.

"At the same time, as the manager of this cake shop, Aunt Xia Chuan's professionalism in tasting food is beyond doubt, and she has a certificate."

「……」

Broken, arranged! enjoin

Instinctively, Katsumi Uehara wanted to call his future mother-in-law and ask her to come over to the rivers and lakes for help.

But Miwako Sato, who was standing beside him, was like a roundworm in his stomach, and as soon as she moved her buttocks, she guessed what he was thinking, and took the lead in reaching into the trouser pocket under his chef's suit, and held the sharp weapon that could tell the secret firmly in the palm of her hand.

"My mother still has to go to work today, so don't bother her old man."

Playing with her boyfriend's mobile phone with a smile, she put it on the counter after turning her fingers a few times, Miwako Sato winked at her boyfriend playfully, and the overflowing banter was unbearable.

Katsumi Uehara, who was speechless, glanced at the pile of materials on the stage that he was completely unfamiliar with, and his face couldn't help but darken.

All he knew was that they looked like they were all powder, what exactly they were...... Well, all he could recognize was cocoa powder, which smelled of chocolate after all.

"Ahem, Miwako, I don't think it's good for the two of us to occupy the cooking room in your aunt's shop." Glancing left and right at the cooking room where there were only the two of them, his eyes rolled for a moment, and Katsumi Uehara, who was thinking about it, suddenly changed his excuse. enjoin

"Don't worry, Aunt Xia Chuan's shop has a lot of cooking rooms, after all, private ordering is also part of the cake shop business. Or are you scared?" Miwako Sato raised her hand and took off the chef's hat on her boyfriend's head, and then re-tied a ball on his head so that the hat could be covered when it fell.

"I'm afraid? Just kidding, I'm just thinking about you."

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Katsumi Uehara took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly became sharp: "Since you are so persistent, then I will convince you to lose."

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Miwako Sato watched her boyfriend, whose temperament had changed dramatically, get up in disbelief, walked to the cooking table step by step, washed her hands and wiped the water very professionally.

He removed a cutting board from the shelf and placed it horizontally on the countertop;

A plaid apron was tied around his waist, looking like a grandmaster. enjoin

After a few seconds, Katsumi Uehara, who didn't make any follow-up movements, turned to the side and verbally disguised himself

The heart is empty: "Come, what do you see? Want to steal my craft?"

「……」

Probably seeing the essence of her boyfriend's pretending to be a tiger and eating a pig, Miwako Sato pursed her lips, and walked to the edge of the cooking table with a natural expression, standing side by side with her boyfriend, and put a chopping board in front of her. Then she turned her head and looked at him with a smile.

"......" Seeing that his girlfriend didn't make the next move, Katsumi Uehara glanced at the materials at hand, completely desperate - this kiss should not be available today.

"The simplest way to make a chocolate chip cookie is to base it with four things: flour, cocoa powder, powdered sugar and baking powder."

Brought the four bags of powder labeled in front of him and weighed them separately, but after all, Miwako Sato, who couldn't hold back her laughter, trembled her shoulders and moved them one by one to her boyfriend and introduced, "You just need to take out some of them according to the proportion, put them on the cutting board and rub them together to complete the production of the biscuit body."

"It's that simple?" Katsumi Uehara raised his eyebrows, his eyes suspicious. enjoin

Miwako Sato, who heard this, suddenly shrugged her shoulders: "Learn from me, Katsumi Uehara."

With that, her hand pulled over a small electronic scale, grabbed the four materials in proportion, and placed them on the cutting board. Katsumi Uehara, who has learned the same way, drew inferences from one another, and directly mixed these four materials together with both hands, and drew Tai Chi on the cutting board-

The smile on the corner of Miwako Sato's mouth suddenly froze.

"What are you doing?"

"Have you ever seen a Tai Chi kung fu movie, it's the kind of practice method of drawing circles back and forth with both hands."

The touch of his fingers shuttling back and forth in the flour pile and the back and forth of the powder clearly touched the man's excitatory nerves, causing him to raise his hand twice with great interest: "Don't you think it's very similar?"

Miwako Sato tilted her head, looking at him amusefully as she stirred the flour, and then reached out and took a large porcelain bowl from the side and placed it in front of his cutting board: "Okay, stop playing, this is for eating." Dig a few pieces of butter out of this bowl and knead it in, and finally crack an egg and knead it all." enjoin

"Okay."

Katsumi Uehara subconsciously clapped his hands, wanting to pat off the powder on his hands-

Smack!

In the next second, the splashed flour particles directly covered his face with Miwako beside him!

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「……」

The "smoke and dust" cleared, and the men and women with stray faces struggled to open their eyes and looked at each other—both of them saw the funny look on each other's faces. enjoin

The corners of Katsumi Uehara's mouth twitched, and he forced back a smile: "Ahem, I'm going to say that I didn't mean to, do you believe it?"

Miwako Sato, who had a black and white face, subconsciously turned her head to look at the small mirror not far away, her face turned black, her hands wiped the powder on her face, and without saying a word, she directly attacked her boyfriend: "Katsumi Uehara!"

"Eh, I'm a victim too, what do you want to do with Miwako? Don't come here, come here again and I'll call—"

"Hinata-san, your custom-made birthday cake has been made, please come with me."

The door of the closed cooking room was pushed open from the outside, and a charming young woman dressed in a store manager's uniform walked in with a young lady, and both of them froze in place at first sight of men and women rubbing each other's faces.

Katsumi Uehara: "......"

Miwako Sato: "......."