Guild Boss's Ambition

She coolly handed over her conditions, and after some thought, I finally did not oppose Sister Meng'er's decision. Although hiring Stallone was a risky move, it was only for three months. No matter how crazy Stallone was, he probably wouldn't damage the foundation of the Stone House. If he was really a useless disaster, we could also fire him after three months and then make amends.

I stood silently behind Sister Meng'er and continued to be my little poster girl.

Soon, the contract between Stallone and Stone House was written on the spot. The content of the contract included a monthly salary of four gold coins, the title of chef and the highest independent management rights of the Stone House kitchen. The term of the contract was three months, and the party in breach of the contract would need to compensate the other party with one hundred gold coins.

After both parties signed each other's names and confirmed the effectiveness of the contract, Sister Meng'er turned her attention to the other two cooks.

An M-shaped transvestite and a young man who smoked a strange powder...

No matter how you think about it, they are not people you can easily trust...

"Since we have just tested your masterpiece, Stallone, isn't it time to try the skills of the other two?"

However, Sterlong suddenly stopped Meng'er's inspection and said, "Don't waste time. According to the contract, I should be in charge of who to hire in the kitchen. I've said that the people wearing white robes here are the best chefs. Please give them silver-level contract treatment."

At the same time, Miss Korolo, who had regained her vitality at some point, also had a strange expression on her face.

There must be something haunted in this kitchen!

I immediately stood up and corrected Strom's statement: "Wrong, it is indeed up to you as the chef to decide who to hire in the kitchen, but it is President Ehard's power to decide who to hire in the Stone House. It's just a simple test, and it won't take much time. Let's confirm the chef's skills, and then revise the employment contract. Wouldn't that make people feel more at ease? Or - is someone guilty?"

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8. An imperfect ending (Little Blue)

(Ulu-Lannon)

"Is anyone feeling guilty?"

My questioning caused the air in the kitchen to become unusual for a moment. No one refuted my argument immediately. Only a few quick glances conveyed messages in the air that we could not understand. As I said at the beginning, they must be hiding something tacitly.

"President, if you want to test it, then go ahead and test it. I'm going to take a nap first."

The decadent uncle Stallone did not continue to stop us. He shrugged and sat back in the chair he had been sitting in. He found a magazine and covered his face with it. It seemed that he was really going to withdraw from the discussion and leave the testing matter to the two of us.

Ke Luoluo, with a bruised face and swollen mouth, called him faintly: "Brother Stallone──"

He did not respond.

After all, that regrettable voice wouldn't make anyone want to respond.

Without getting a response from Strom, Luo Luo lowered his eyes in disappointment. After a while, he forced a smile and looked back at the silent sauna boy: "Since the president wants to test us, let's do our best to show our level! You make a butter fried fish, and I'll be in charge of the potato and magic mushroom soup. As long as we can show our previous level, we will definitely pass! Come on!"

"Hmm..." Sauna guy just responded calmly.

After watching their conversation, I seemed to understand something.

Something unpleasant is probably about to happen, but reality makes it impossible for people to have good intentions all the time.

The two chefs coordinated with Sister Meng'er and began to cook their dishes.

Miss Krollo was in charge of the potato and magic mushroom soup. Since magic mushrooms are toxic, one must be very careful when handling them. I had cooked this delicious but dangerous soup once with Blanny, and was taught how to handle magic mushrooms. To prevent anyone from getting food poisoning, I kept a close eye on Miss Krollo and would stop anything that went wrong immediately.

Different from her perverted appearance, Miss Kalolo made me feel a kind of quiet beauty while cooking. When she was serious, she couldn't help but reveal a faint smile, and her eyes were full of love and tenderness when she looked at the ingredients.

She did not use Stallone's sharp knife skills, but just cut the mushrooms into suitable sizes like a housewife. She had slender fingers like a man, skin as white and smooth as a girl, and crystal clear nails with beautiful arc light. Any man who returns home after a day of hard work will have his heart melted as long as he sees such a virtuous and beautiful wife.

"It's a pity that he's a man..."

In order to avoid falling into an abyss composed of the 25th and 15th letters of the English alphabet, I withdrew my gaze and looked at another chef, Sauna, who was being tested. If we leave out the scene of him eating the mysterious powder, Sauna looks like a typical sunny boy at first glance. He has a somewhat handsome hairstyle, a decent appearance, a well-proportioned and muscular body, and is generally easy to make others like him.

But his expression now is uglier than holding back his poop.

Sister Meng'er, who had been observing her from the side, also showed an expression that was no less striking.

I looked at the sauna's cooking table curiously──

The feeling of stomachache came immediately.

"This monstrous thing that ruins your worldview must not be tasted!"

What do you think of when you think of fried fish with butter?

Fried fish fillet in rich, warm butter until it's a beautiful golden brown, then served with a refreshing, luscious sauce?

But the fish fillets in Sauna's pot were an unscientific green color. This green was the green of matcha, but there was no fragrance of tea in the air. Instead, there was a strange pungent spiciness. At this moment, we have found the source of those dangerous goods recently.

Whether it was frog-flavored corn porridge or snail-flavored cereal, all of these nightmare-level biological weapons undoubtedly came from the spoon of this sunny boy. President Ehard and I looked at each other tacitly, and we instantly understood each other's intentions.

"The fish is yours, and the soup is mine."

I am really disgusted by all the intrigues in this world.

Alas──

I sighed softly, walked slowly to Miss Korolo's side, bent down and sniffed the pot that was emitting a wisp of aroma, and smiled sweetly at the chef in a very cute way, "Sister, your pot of magic mushroom soup is so delicious, I have to taste it carefully later!"

The cute offensive immediately played a decisive role.

He smiled and replied softly, "Then I'll have to trouble Miss Lannong to come and taste the food for me!"

For the first time, I sincerely felt that his strong voice was so pleasant to the ear.

Sister Meng'er walked to the window as if she had given up, staring at the clouds in the sky in a daze - this is the concept of out of sight, out of mind.

But the promised Judgment Day will always come one day. Fifteen minutes later, Miss Luoluo and the sauna boy had each completed the projects they were responsible for. In this way, a dish that could be named heaven and hell was placed on the dining table, waiting for our evaluation.

What is strange is that the green disaster we saw just now has now miraculously turned into the appearance of fried fish with cream, which is two pieces of fish fillets fried to a golden color with the aroma of cream, and there is a piece of green lemon next to it for the taster to adjust the taste by himself.

However, we still firmly believe that it is a black hole-level scourge.

The frog-flavored polenta looked just as harmless as it did back then.

In order to avoid any unexpected events along the way, I hurriedly brought the potato and mushroom soup cooked by Miss Kalolo to my seat. Without saying a word, I picked up the spoon and tasted the soup. After carefully understanding the taste, I quickly threw the whole bowl of soup and the spoon into the trash can and closed the lid.

"Eh? Is it so unpalatable?"

Seeing my reaction, Miss Ke Luoluo burst into tears.

I stared at the trash can solemnly and shook my head: "No, your soup is delicious, but..."

At this moment, a muffled sound like an explosion was heard from the trash can.

"The cutlery I touched was extremely dangerous."

[Successfully destroy a soup bowl and a spoon, dark energy increases by 20! ]

[Distance to summon the first ghost: 360/1000 dark energy. ]

We opened the trash can and looked inside, only to see that the inside was completely black from the explosion of explosives.

"..."

For a long while, everyone looked at each other, and finally tacitly kept silent about this supernatural phenomenon and returned to the main topic.

The food tasting session started again──

Sitting in front of the fried fish with butter like an executioner, Sister Meng'er held a fork in her left hand and a knife in her right hand, showing a great spirit of sacrificing herself generously: "Although my intuition tells me that this thing is very dangerous, it is after all your effort, little brother. I... will definitely try my best to taste it."

The always silent Sauna wavered and held Sister Meng'er's hand.

"This must be very unpalatable. President Ehard, there is no need to force yourself. I will write my resignation letter in a moment."

Sauna guy himself certainly doesn't know that he now looks like a puppy covered with bruises. Just look at his watery and ignorant eyes. On the other hand, Sister Meng'er looks like a dog lover no matter how you look at her.

“It’s up to me to decide whether it tastes good or not.”

Sister Menger glared at Sauna, pushed the boy's hand away, squeezed some lemon juice on the fish fillet, cut off a small piece from the plate with a knife and fork, put it into her mouth and started chewing with forced calmness, and the next moment -

The female knight's expression was as stiff as if she had been shot in the knee.

I could fully imagine how disgusting it was, but she still managed to persevere, maintaining her elegant posture, finding a tissue, then politely turning her back, spitting out the small piece of fish fillet, and drinking a glass of boiled water.

"It's very unpalatable. Please write me your resignation letter today. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Well, I see."

Next, Sister Meng'er announced the verdict of the teenager as a matter of course, and the teenager accepted this fact very calmly. The only one who was unwilling to accept this situation was Miss Kololo, but she did not bother Sister Meng'er, but only focused her accusing eyes on Stallone who was sleeping with his head tilted back.

"Sauna is going to be driven away. Brother Stallone, do you really have nothing to say?"

Stallone was not asleep yet, nor was he pretending to be asleep. He lifted the food magazine covering his head and replied calmly.

"I don't want to spend my sleep time taking care of a piece of crap that can't even tell the difference between food and food."

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9. I just quietly mix drinks for the guests (Annie)

(Anne - Princeton)

One night in June.

It has been almost two months since Miss Lannong came to the stone house, and the world seems to have become more colorful because of her.

There were more guests and more laughter around, and it gradually took on the atmosphere of the old stone house.

Although Xiao Meng'er is still busy day and night, her smile has become sincere and genuine. In addition, recently, Berlane has become a little less icy. When interacting with acquaintances, she gradually began to speak actively. However, due to her own temperament, she has somehow been given the title of Iceberg Queen among those latecomers, which is puzzling.

At this time, I was wiping the cups leisurely at the bar. Since Morning Star had already started to be sold in other guilds in Qingyun Road, we lost a lot of customers. However, because of the following Bloody Mary, we succeeded in retaining a small number of customers, allowing the bar to maintain a cheerful noise at night.

When there are no customers needing my service, I always wipe the freshly washed wine glasses. Every time I clean these lovely children until they are crystal clear, a sense of purification and healing will emerge in my heart. At the same time, only the spotless glass cups can reveal the most beautiful color of each cocktail, sublimating the beauty of each one.

"Miss Bai Ye, why are you here again tonight?"

Miss Bai Ye has come to report to me at nine o'clock on time for the seventh night in a row. She is always drinking alone. No matter how handsome a man is, he will only be met with her contempt. If Berlane is the Ice Queen, Miss Bai Ye probably thinks of herself as a creature superior to humans, like high elves and dragons.

"I came here because I was upset," she replied.

"Or would you like a Bloody Mary?" I asked her.

She sat gracefully on the high chair and said calmly, "I've never liked wine, but only Bloody Mary."

I picked up the wine bottles whose contents were so different that outsiders couldn't tell them apart and started to mix the Bloody Mary that Bai Ye ordered. Because Xiao Lan designed the cocktail bottle to be completely black, it was difficult for others to see what ingredients I poured into it. I first used magic to add two ice cubes into it.

"So, what's bothering you today? Did the experiment not go well?"

After getting to know each other for a long time, Bai Ye would sometimes talk to me about some work matters. To her, real work was not the work of a mercenary, but her research on necromancy, which seemed to be a very dangerous and scary reality. For example, a few days ago she picked up a puppy that was beaten by hooligans with only the upper body left and took it back to the dormitory to play with it - that was how she called it "play".

But I always feel that she is not that cold-hearted.

"Don't talk about it. That stray dog ​​died today, but that's not what I'm upset about."

She twirled her long black hair irritably, as if she didn't want to continue talking about the death of stray dogs.

I poured the required amount of vodka into the cocktail shaker. Pure alcohol is the favorite of those who want to get drunk.

"So, is that because Xiaolan hasn't had time to accompany you recently?"

Although I don’t know what’s going on, Bai Ye seems to have established some kind of subtle relationship with Xiao Lan.

A reversible guardian-ward relationship?

When talking about Xiao Lan, Bai Ye also had a faint smile on his face: "My Wulu has been very restless recently, but when children grow up, they will naturally have their own circle. We adults just need to wait for them to come back quietly at home. If we worry about everything and nag about it, it will only make them annoyed. As a person, we should know our own limitations."

It's totally the dialogue of a fifty-year-old lady...

"So what is it that's bothering you so much?"

I squeezed some ketchup into the cocktail shaker.

This ingredient does not have much hidden value, and everyone can taste it immediately after drinking it.

Bai Ye showed a philosopher's expression: "Annie, have you felt a strange feeling recently?"

Weird feeling?

I shook my head to indicate that I didn't understand what she meant.

She glared at me with a look that said I was a hopeless case and slammed the table!

"The scenes! The scenes! Annie, don't you think our scenes have been reduced a lot?"

"I haven't had many roles..." I whispered.

Bai Ye said indignantly, "Although the performance was good a while ago, do you think the author has lost his mind recently? He has beautiful girls like us who are invincible in youth, but he chose to write about the three freaks in the kitchen. Do you know why God created Eve after Adam? It's because males are defective!"

"Ms. Bai Ye, your remarks are very bad in many ways—"

I whispered a reminder to this elegant lady, but she acted as if she was alone.