Let them offer their loyalty

"No, look, aren't you eating the cake very quickly now?"

Jonas teased and handed the spoon over again. Iris blushed but ate it obediently.

She lowered her head and whispered, "Besides cake, Mr. Jonas can actually feed me other things, but I haven't finished the cake yet, let's talk about it later..."

She said this, but ate the rest in two or three bites with another spoon.

"Mr. Jonas, is there anything else you can feed me? Anything will do, like..."

The following words could not be heard clearly, replaced by a muffled groan.

Chapter 628: Let’s have an equal exchange?

Today's weather in District 25 is exceptionally pleasant, it's that ideal spring climate. In the morning, the sky is a light azure, the sun shines through the thin clouds, bringing warm and soft light, the air is filled with the unique freshness and moisture of District 25's air freshener, making people feel invigorated.

The office dogs who stayed up late to work finished their day's work. As time went by, the sun gradually rose and the temperature gradually rose, but it was not so hot that people felt it. The sky was brighter at 7 or 8 o'clock, with almost no clouds. The sun became brighter and sprinkled on the ground, making people feel warm and comfortable. This kind of weather is very suitable for outdoor activities, such as robbery, looting or more relaxing outdoor sports.

The wind was also very gentle, with the breeze blowing and bringing coolness. The leaves swayed gently in the wind, making rustling sounds, adding a sense of vitality and vigor. The flowers on the roadside were also blooming in such weather, emitting a bloody smell. The gangsters who caused all this, whistling, picking up their bags, and riding their motorcycles, added a bit of vitality and color to this quiet area.

This is the gray area of ​​District 25. It is so peaceful and harmonious. Do you have such a District 25?

Apartment on a prosperous street.

After Eiffel got up, he first made a cup of coffee, then drank it while checking today's work schedule. He opened the terminal, which showed that there were only some routine documents that needed to be reviewed today, and there were not too many heavy tasks.

"There hasn't been any official business that requires too much time recently. Is this a rare break?"

She stretched, revealing a lazy side that was rarely seen outside.

Today she only needed to go to the company and report to Jonas about the recent revenue of the Alte Group. There was still a lot of time left, so she came to this small apartment to rest.

Of course, the main reason was that it had been a while since she remembered making handmade cookies for Jonas.

If I don't do this for too long, Jonas might forget that I can make cookies. If someone gives Jonas the cookies that she should have made, and then shows off her presence every day...

I'm a secretary, but why do I have to tie Jonas up to handle all kinds of things every day?

Although she doesn't mind it.

The main reason for coming here was because she couldn't help but remember what Jonas had casually said a few days ago, that he had been too busy with work recently and he hadn't eaten the desserts she made for a long time.

When Eiffel heard this, he suddenly had an idea. In this case, instead of taking a break when he was not busy at work, he might as well use this free time to make some cookies for Jonas.

"Did you use up all the materials the last time you made something?"

Eiffel opened the refrigerator and found that there were not many ingredients left, at least not enough to make handmade cookies and other small desserts. She felt a little regretful, but then she thought, it's a good opportunity to go out and buy fresh ingredients.

It seems like I've been spending all my time at work, and I haven't been out for a long time.

But to put it another way, the defense of the Alte Group is much stronger than the tight security of these streets. How to say it, if boredom is not a consideration, staying in the Alte Group is indeed the best choice.

She changed into a light coat and prepared to go to a high-end supermarket to buy some things she would need later.

The apartment she bought was relatively close to the Alte Building. If she hadn't talked to Jonas about it, she might not have been able to get this sought-after spot. After all, in the minds of the people in District 25, the closer to the Alte Building, the safer it is.

At least that's the case most of the time.

The weather was fine, and the streets were bustling with people, full of the daily hustle and bustle. She walked into a high-end supermarket and slowly selected baking supplies, feeling happy and relaxed. The interior of the supermarket was clean and orderly, and customers were busy choosing various goods. The whole scene revealed a harmonious daily atmosphere.

In District 25, there are many peaceful places, most of which are owned by conglomerates.

People in District 25 usually just eat some fast food to fill their stomachs. No one would leisurely go shopping in a supermarket like this.

Except for the rich.

Suddenly, someone outside the door screamed, and an unusual disturbance suddenly occurred. A company dog ​​who looked out of control staggered into a corner of the supermarket. His clothes were out of tune with the surrounding environment. His suit was tattered, and there was an unusual light flashing in his eyes. He also had some prosthetics on his body that looked not good at first glance. His appearance immediately aroused tension and attention from the people around him.

"Born..."

Just as he shouted the first two words, the supermarket's security system was quickly activated, and robots dropped from the sky. Their movements were professional and quick. It was obvious that they were fully prepared and had response measures for this type of emergency. Within a few seconds, the man was effectively controlled and quickly taken away from the scene. The whole process caused almost no panic or chaos.

Only Eiffel noticed this.

"Are you using the robots that the Alt Foundation is currently selling on the market? Perhaps we can see if we can develop them further later."

After the incident, supermarket staff quickly comforted and explained the situation on the spot to ensure that customers’ safety and shopping experience were not affected.

Eiffel shook his head and hardly took the matter to heart.

She walked slowly through the shelves, came to the baking area, and began to select carefully.

She really enjoyed the feeling of being able to pick things out, and carefully compared the differences between each item.

Inside the Alte Building, she only needs to process various data and rarely feels the need to go out for a walk.

As long as she wanted, she could definitely come out. Even though Jonas sighed madly when he knew that the work would fall on him, he would still let her come out.

But she usually doesn't want to come out, so forget it.

Start choosing ingredients for making cookies.

First, it was the butter. She picked up several pieces of butter from different brands and compared them carefully, then chose a piece of fragrant butter from another brand. Then it was the eggs. Eiffel picked a box of eggs of uniform size. Next was the granulated sugar. She finally chose a bag of fine golden sugar granules.

In the low-gluten flour area, Eiffel picked up several bags of flour of different brands to compare the texture and color. Finally, she was satisfied and chose a bright yellow and delicate flour, which is the best main ingredient for cookies.

After paying the bill, Eiffel returned home in a happy mood, holding a few bags of carefully selected ingredients.

Eiffel neatly arranged the carefully selected ingredients one by one. She said to herself, "The fragrant butter and delicate sugar granules will eventually become golden and crispy cookies. The ones I bought are all brands that the Alte Consortium has a stake in, and they have to be eaten by Jonas. Does this count as a contribution?"

Alas, capital.

Alas, cattle and horses.

"Let me make handmade cookies. It's not like there's no dedicated chef in the consortium. If he doesn't finish them, I won't make them anymore."

Thinking that it was Jonas who said he wanted to eat the handmade cookies he made, and that’s why he went to so much trouble to buy all these ingredients, Eiffel couldn’t help but complain a little, then shook his head and said, “It’s not that we can’t share. As long as Jonas is happy with what I made… I still hope that he can eat these cookies alone. Isn’t it just a token of his love for me?”

Eiffel knew that his cooking skills were definitely not as good as the chefs in the consortium, but Jonas felt that his intentions were the most important.

So she went to buy the materials herself, and slowly selected the things she thought were good, so that the work would have more of her own heart.

"Okay, it's decided. These cookies, made by hand, are for Jonas. No one else can eat them secretly." Eiffel made the decision and began to prepare for baking.

Thinking of this, Eiffel put down her coffee cup and went to the kitchen, first taking out baking trays, scrapers and other tools from the cupboard, and then checking whether there were enough ingredients - she specially prepared the best butter, fine sugar, low-gluten flour, eggs, etc.

Eiffel beats butter and sugar, adds eggs, and then slowly adds flour, kneading until smooth and non-sticky. Then she takes out a small portion of the dough, rolls it into a ball in a light layer of flour, flattens it, and uses different molds to press out various shapes and spread it on a baking sheet.

Opening the oven, Eiffel carefully pushed the baking tray in, and the sweet aroma filled the air as it baked.

Make some more cakes.

For the mini cupcakes, Eiffel decided to use chocolate and vanilla flavors. She first prepared a soft cake base, then squeezed light buttercream on each small cupcake, and finally decorated them with some small candies or fresh fruits as embellishments.

Perfect as a gift.

Eiffel packed these exquisite desserts into elegant boxes, each of which was tied with a beautiful knot with exquisite ribbons. Eiffel was looking forward to it as he imagined Jonas's expression when he opened the box.

It would be great if after you give to others, they can express their love for food.

Alter Building, in front of the office.

Eiffel nodded gently, and the door opened. Following Jonas' gentle "Come in", she pushed the door open. She was wearing a neat business suit, holding a carefully prepared report in one hand, and the box in the other hand was quietly placed on the seat.

Jonas sat in his office, holding an exquisite ceramic coffee cup with a retro geometric pattern on it. He took a sip of coffee, his eyes revealing a sense of satisfaction and relaxation.

Although Jonas's schedule is packed, he is the kind of person who is very busy when he is busy and very relaxed when he is free, or he can always find a moment of peace in the midst of his busyness.

It is called Mo Yu in short.

Jonas's shirt collar was slightly open, revealing a casual elegance. His expression was calm and focused. The aroma of coffee lingered in the air. When he saw Eiffel, he greeted him.

"Good morning, Mr. Jonas. I'm here to report on the recent revenue of the Alt Group." Eiffel's voice was steady and clear.

Jonas put down his pen, turned around, and smiled: "Good morning, Eiffel, any new progress?"

Eiffel sat down and sent the document over. "Yes, Mr. Jonas, according to the latest financial report, our revenue has grown steadily compared to last quarter, mainly due to our newly launched product lines and market expansion strategies."

“The incidents that occurred previously were properly resolved, and we are more popular because of it.”

She pointed to some key data on the chart: "As you can see, the growth rate here shows that our strategy is working."

Jonas listened attentively and nodded casually. "Very good, Eiffel. I am very satisfied with your work. It is very important to maintain this growth momentum. Do you have any specific suggestions on the challenges of the market?"

“I suggest that we continue to focus on product innovation and optimize customer service experience. At the same time, we strengthen market trend analysis to ensure that we can respond quickly to changes.” Eiffel answered confidently.

Jonas smiled, looking satisfied. "Your suggestion is very valuable, Eiffel. Just do it. Everything is up to you anyway. Also, has there been any major incidents in the company recently?"

"Not at the moment, sir, Mr. Jonas, everything is going on in an orderly manner. Also, please don't make it sound so easy for me to be a hands-off manager," Eiffel replied.

"Good, keep going and make sure everything goes smoothly." Jonas said and nodded to Eiffel.

After reporting, Eiffel hesitated for a moment, then took out a box of exquisitely packaged cookies from her handbag and placed it on Jonas's desk. There was a hint of expectation in her eyes, but it was quickly hidden.

"Mr. Jonas, these are the cookies I made myself. You thought they were delicious after eating them, and you also said you hoped to eat them more often."

Ok?

Also made cookies?

Jonas looked at the cookie box in front of him, looking a little surprised, but also pleased. "Oh? Not impossible, Eiffel, thanks, it looks delicious. Just the packaging shows how much effort you put into it. Did you tie the knot yourself?"

Eiffel nodded, his face calm but smiling: "I hope you like it, but there is a condition - these cookies can only be eaten by you, and you can't share any of them."

Jonas was amused by her. "If they are as delicious as last time, I promise not to share any of them with anyone else. I will eat them all. Hmm, why don't you try one for yourself?"

Eiffel didn't say anything, picked up a piece and slowly put it into his mouth.

Jonas watched Eiffel eat the handmade cookies one bite at a time, and couldn't help but smile and asked, "When I knew you didn't come at the scheduled time, I wondered if you would secretly go and make cookies for me."

Eiffel was still chewing a biscuit. Hearing his words, he looked up at him a little embarrassedly, then swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "You worry too much. I just suddenly wanted to try it."

"Really? Then why are the shapes and arrangements of these cookies so exquisite? You don't seem to have obsessive-compulsive disorder and must arrange everything well." Jonas praised with a smile.

"I just arranged it casually. Thank you for your compliment..." Eiffel blushed, feeling embarrassed to accept his compliment. He lowered his head and picked up another cookie: "Actually, I'm not very good at baking. I just thought that you are so busy at work and need some relaxation and little surprises occasionally, so I tried to make these."

"Also, these cookies contain medicinal powder that replenishes your body's energy."

Eiffel picked up a cookie and said the last words before putting it to his lips.

"I made cookies. What can you do, Mr. Jonas? How about an equal exchange?"

Chapter 629: Why are you wearing your sister’s clothes?

The early morning in District 25 was shrouded in a thin layer of fog, as if the entire world was hidden in a haze.

The sky was a dull grey hue, foreshadowing that the weather was not ideal. The fog filled the streets like a veil, blocking the view and making the outlines of distant buildings and pedestrians unclear.

On the street, the lights of vehicles were looming in the fog, like floating spots of light, moving slowly in the morning light, but this peaceful scene was suddenly broken. A man who shouted "Fuck, this is so cool!" was sitting in a sports car, driving very fast, with a fogger in his hand, but when he was about to take another puff, he suddenly realized that there was a large truck in front of him.

"I just changed into the angry glowing bird yesterday!!!"

Wailing, screaming, and the sounds of collision broke the tranquility of the early morning, followed by the sound of sudden brakes and collisions, which echoed in the fog and disturbed the calm air.

“Great! So great!”

People who saw this scene applauded and were hit on the head by flying sports car parts. A golden skull icon happened to appear on the big screen.

A crowd quickly gathered at the scene, their figures looming in the fog. Some tried to offer help with the sports car parts and see if they could sell anything, while others just watched curiously. The voices of the rescue team rang out not far away, cutting through the fog and quickly driving towards the scene of the accident. Blue and red police lights flashed in the fog, adding a bit of tension and urgency to this blurry morning.

"Silver first aid kit, how can you afford a sports car but not medical services? Let's go, it's bad luck."

In the fog, some people were talking in low voices, discussing the accident. Their voices were filled with regret, and they hated themselves for not coming earlier.

As time passed, the fog gradually dissipated, the morning light began to penetrate the clouds, and District 25 ushered in a new day.

"The game of Violent Sports Car is really fun. After taking some chewing tobacco, the protagonist is like in bullet time. It's a pity that it can only be driven for a few seconds, but it's still fun."

After dealing with all the enemies, Jonas turned off the screen of the game called Horizon: Rush+ and sat in his spacious office. The light shone softly on the exquisite oak table. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, as if he was unconsciously following a rhythm that only he could hear.

Outside the window, the city skyline presented a busy and fascinating picture, but Jonas's eyes did not linger there for long.

After a long time, he finally uttered a word.

"Tsk, I really shouldn't have used the modifier to pass this level, but the condition for passing this level is to get rid of all the sports cars with your fists. If I use it, the life of the game will be shortened, but if I don't use it, it will be my life that will be shortened. Forget it, it's not an online game anyway."

He gently picked up the coffee cup on the table. The cup was made of exquisite ceramic with delicate patterns painted on the surface, which made it look elegant and stylish. The aroma of coffee gently permeated the air. This was his favorite blend of coffee, which was bitter yet delicate.

"Okay, leisure time is over. What should I do with this report..." Jonas muttered to himself, with a slight doubt and thought in his tone. His eyes fell on the documents piled on the desk, and his fingers gently stroked the edges of the papers, as if he was using touch to sense the information in the documents.

He stood up with the report in his hand, walked slowly to the window and looked at the scene outside. At this height, everything looked so peaceful, in stark contrast to the tranquility in his office. He sighed softly, and the coffee cup in his hand flickered faintly in the sunlight.