Guild Boss's Ambition

"You don't know, I've actually started to miss Xuan Xun recently! As a male supporting role, he doesn't steal the show, but can also serve as a foil to the main characters. And according to the growth cycle of half-dragons, his mental quotient is probably only about eight or nine years old. There's basically no way to extend any brilliant plot. He's simply the perfect male lead in a yuri novel!"

"Actually, is it really okay for us to discuss this kind of topic openly? There are a lot of people watching..."

Bai Ye sneered and said coldly, "What are you afraid of! We are just reflecting the readers' opinions truthfully. We have a large number of people standing behind us. I don't believe the author dares to say anything! By the way, do you know where Xuan Xun has gone? If he doesn't come back, his role will be taken away by those three freaks in the kitchen!"

I thought for a moment and answered, "Before he left..."

He seemed to have told me that he was going back to Dragon Island.

However, this matter does not seem appropriate to tell Miss Bai Ye, after all, it is Xuan Xun's own privacy.

“…Nothing in particular was mentioned.”

At this point, the Bloody Mary has been prepared, but some decorations must be added before the whole cocktail can be considered complete.

Hearing that Xuan Xun did not leave any message, Bai Ye raised her eyebrows and smiled expectantly: "I always feel that the half-dragon man will definitely bring us some kind of surprise when he appears again. After all, he is a fool who only does stupid things..."

I didn't comment, smiled slightly, and placed the finished product of Bloody Mary in front of Bai Ye. Against the backdrop of the necromancer's pale face, the blood-red liquid looked even more vivid. The temperament of both the wine and the person easily made people think of death and danger, and at the same time exuded an indescribable temptation, which made others willing to take risks to try their luck.

A question suddenly occurred to me, a blunt question, a question that was best discussed over wine and sex.

"Ms. Bai Ye, have you ever been in love?"

"Don't talk about me, talk about yourself first." She looked at me playfully.

A tea-green figure floated into my mind.

Then there is a hint of bitterness.

"If unrequited love can be considered love."

Hearing this, Bai Ye stared into my eyes and was silent for a moment. Then, she didn't ask me who that person was, nor did she ask me the reason for my wishful thinking. She only talked about herself: "I have never been in love, and I don't have extra time to waste on it. Even the immortal souls will have their souls shattered one day. I am afraid of death."

She paused, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

"But what is the definition of love?"

"If love is like frozen fire, or like burning ice, it tortures people without them realizing it..."

"Then isn't life and death itself my horror lover?"

Bai Ye gave me a smile that I could understand but not appreciate. I smelled the breath of the undead from her, and I am a half-elf who has lived for decades. We both have unique experiences during these years. We not only have different definitions of love, but also different interpretations of the long and short life.

We ended this topic suddenly and naturally.

She silently savored her Bloody Mary, and I quietly wiped my glass cup.

It seems as if we have never met, we are just passing by.

"Sister Annie, please give me a cup of Morning Star."

A familiar cat person came up to me with a smile and ordered some wine, but several years later, she would die of old age faster than me.

"Okay, please wait."

I smiled and agreed to give her the most sincere service.

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10. Red bean buns? Red bean buns! (Kololo)

(Chloro-Sumak)──The perspective of a transvestite.

Chloro and Kololo, which one sounds better to you?

Just that tiny difference in syllables makes the texture so different. However, a name is just a name after all. Even if I force myself to give myself such a cute name, in the eyes of people who know the truth, I am still just Chloro.

──Hello, Miss Kellolo.

I know everything. They always hesitate when it comes to the word "Miss".

Yes, I'm just a poor imitation.

The failure of the Creator God.

"Sous Chef, according to the invoice, the red beans in our warehouse have been there for more than two years!"

Early in the morning in the kitchen of the Stone House, a new Black Bronze Medal apprentice came to report to me.

After hearing the new trainee's reminder, I immediately remembered the red beans that had been left over from the previous dynasty. I was shocked: "Oh my! Because the whole menu didn't call for red beans, I accidentally forgot about it! Um, George, can you help me take care of the fire? It's just a simple potato soup, very simple."

"Eh? Yes! Miss Korolo."

After handing the matter over to George, I hurried to the warehouse and opened the big box of red beans.

Ok?

How to say good?

It feels fine to the touch, with no eggs or any signs of decay.

"Or maybe you can cook a little first to see the effect?"

I took out a scoop of red beans and carried it out of the warehouse, thinking about what kind of experimental products I should make.

Because of Brother Stallone's desperate strategy, the kitchen was still relatively quiet at that time. Even without the head chef and the sous chef, two newcomers of average level would not cause any serious problems. Therefore, I felt at ease to do other irrelevant chores.

"It seems we have plenty of flour in stock, so why don't we go get some red bean buns?"

“Red bean buns… red bean buns… hot red bean buns…”

I hummed a little tune that only I understood, cooked the red beans, kneaded the flour, combined them into one, coated them with shiny butter, arranged these little cuties neatly, and finally sent them into the fire crystal baking oven to be cremated into ashes in one breath?

Well, if they really were burned to ashes, Brother Stallone would be angry again.

Huh? Wait? An angry Strom? I feel a little excited just thinking about it!

However, in order to test the quality of the red beans, it is better not to play pranks this time.

Ding──

While I was daydreaming, a sound of "OK" came from the baking oven.

Put on heat-proof gloves and take out the baking tray, and you will see that the little cuties have been tanned from white people to red people, and the gentle scent of wheat is floating in the air. At first glance, it seems to be delicious.

"Anyway, why don't you try one first?"

With courage, I took a small bite of one of the red bean buns.

How does it taste?

The bread was soft and salty-sweet—of course.

The red beans had a crunchy texture, were sweet and warm - there didn't seem to be anything unusual.

After tasting the normal flavor of the red bean bun, I immediately let down my guard and ate the whole bun happily.

Within an hour after eating the red bean buns, I went back to work as usual. There was no rumbling or pain in my stomach. Everything was normal.

"There's no problem with the red beans, but there are still a lot of mantou left..."

"How about... sharing some with others?"

To get scolded, I deliberately held a paper bag full of red bean buns in front of Brother Stallone and said, "Chef! Chef! I made red bean buns. Do you want to help me taste them? They just came out of the oven not long ago!"

"No, I said I hate sweet things, then go work hard, okay?"

Just as I expected, Brother Stallone, who was sleeping soundly, immediately opened his eyes and glared at me fiercely. His cold gaze mixed with his bad temper made me feel extremely comfortable at once. I nodded to him with satisfaction, thanked him, and walked out of the kitchen.

As for working hard?

Just like being a head chef, as a sous chef you can't keep yourself too busy, right?

As soon as I went out, I saw President Ehard sitting alone in a corner of the restaurant, looking out the window and drinking coffee.

Holding the warm red bean buns in my arms, I walked over and said hello to her.

"Good morning, President. Are you resting?"

She looked at me strangely and said, "No, I'm just waiting for a customer. What's wrong?"

I said nonchalantly, "I'm free at this time, so I made some red bean buns. Would you like to try some?"

She glanced at the red bean buns and nodded.

I picked out one that looked particularly good and gave it to her.

She took a large, chivalrous bite of her coffee.

Then there was the beautiful smile of an eighteen-year-old girl.

"It's delicious, thank you."

"That's great!"

I was happy about this, and then I glanced at a sturdy man who was walking in this direction: "However, President Ehard, it seems that your client has arrived, so, Ke Luoluo will leave first──"

I pulled away and tried to leave, but the president grabbed my ponytail before leaving.

She asked coldly, "Tell me, what on earth is your Stallone planning?"

What is Brother Stallone planning?

I can't tell you, President.

I blinked innocently and answered her stupidly, "Brother Stallone is always very secretive. Even if he has some strange ideas, he won't tell anyone. Dear Miss President, you are asking the wrong question!"

cut.

She made an unhappy sound, loosened her hand that was holding her single ponytail, turned around and faced the burly man with a business-like smile on her face.

"It's not easy for President Ehard either—"

After taking a look at her and him from afar with their hypocritical faces, I continued to walk in the stone house holding my red bean bun, from the first floor all the way up to the rooftop, giving one to every stone house employee I met on the way, and finally pushed open the heavy iron door leading to the sky.

Huh──

There is a gentle cool breeze, as well as the warmth and sunshine of late summer.

I stepped out of the rooftop and my view instantly broadened.

People say fools like to be in high places, and I am that fool.

Aim too high...

To pursue that unrealistic dream...

It even got stuck halfway and became a mess...

There is probably no better word to describe me than stupid, right?

Chirp, chirp, squeak...

There were birds singing sweet songs on the branches behind the house. I recognized the sounds of the lovable birds. They would use their most beautiful voices to attract the most ideal partner. Poets would use them to symbolize the love of young girls, and I yearned for them.

"Miss Kellolo?"

Ok?

A voice more pleasant than the Lovebird's sound came from behind me.

It was a strange voice.

I turned around in confusion and recognized that it was Miss Lan Nong, whom I had just met a few days ago.

No, strictly speaking, she punched me hard when she first came to the stone house.

She seemed to be mad with hunger at that time.

It was hard to imagine that her tiny arms held the strength to knock me out with one punch.

It’s a pity that compared with President Ehard and Brother Strom, that power is still a little bit inferior.

"Are you here to get some fresh air, too?"

She answered stupidly, "Huh? No, I came here to slack off."

I couldn't help but laugh at her: "Is it really okay to tell the truth so bluntly? Do you want to eat red bean buns?"

"Well, I'm a little hungry."

She smiled and nodded, picked up a red bean bun from her bag without hesitation, and then sat on the short wall outside the rooftop using her hands and feet, not paying any attention to the height of the three-story building, just like a naughty little boy.

"Um, will I disturb your rest?" she asked, touching her nose.