Chapter 1372

NO．276： One moment, no one could see clearly

"How is it? Isn't it a good place?"

"It's hard not to agree, hard to imagine such advanced and spacious kitchen design existing in such classical Eastern architecture."

Looking at the induction cooker, range hood, dishwasher, slicer and other automated products in this kitchen, Aomo and his helpers could not hide their varying degrees of astonishment.

Qierlini'na. Dekesas, Meipu Bourbon, Aimu Zhiji, Nan Mengya.

This is the combination Aomo selected from the compulsory labor group.

First set aside the eager five-thousand-year-old princess and the badger who never really cooked, then set aside Qianming representative, Ludaofu Xiangzheng and Chengtian Bai Ren who can cook but are the banquet's main characters.

As well as the banquet's shadow protagonists Ling and Biqui Teke.

Finally, remove the ill-intentioned Yisamala and Huor Haiya.

Although I don't know where that clever fellow who got news and contacted Shu came from, but Aomo thinks middle schoolers should honestly sit at the table waiting to eat.

It would also be good to go chat with the other middle schooler, Xin Yuzhou.

Although this banquet simultaneously undertook the Luzzas extermination war and the Dream Cup, as well as the responsive concept for Ling, these are indeed unrelated to those middle schoolers and high schoolers.

Aomo doesn't mind their abrupt proposal of this point, but he is quite grateful to the Sui family for tolerating their being allowed to 'mooch meals'.

Especially for Shu.

As the commander of tonight's kitchen battlefield, she could unhesitatingly turn the battlefield into a crisis contract, fiercely marking several horse-ear avatar entries, this grandeur truly worthy of a general's bearing, directly boosting the morale of her subordinates, allowing the somewhat tense Aomo to relax considerably.

"I had Xiao Xi make this last night; she's usually not so easy to talk to, but it seems she also wants to help you."

"... Now I understand, I ought to go back and thank her properly."

Although there are differing views on this, some things need not be exposed face to face; Aomo naturally goes with the flow, proceeding to check the condition of each kitchen appliance.

For a highly automated kitchen, such quality and condition inspection is indispensable, yet it is also work that only long-term stewards among federal personnel can do well.

Thus you can see that currently only Aomo is busy inside and out, while the other women are either gazing at his profile or staring at each other, wondering whether to chat a few words.

Like a certain ill-intentioned southern team member, whose main purpose in coming was not cooking but 'interviewing', forming a stark contrast with a certain Boduo team member who actively abandoned the kitchen.

And among them, the truly pragmatic Texas has already turned to inventory the ingredients in that large freezer, her busy figure diagonally opposite Aomo's, constituting a unique tacit understanding, allowing Bourbon and Aizhi to inevitably glance over when accosted by the southern team member.

Whether to emulate is uncertain, but the sudden greeting could startle several people.

"Ya, busy?"

The double horns suddenly probing the doorway, together with the swaying hair, entered everyone's view, only one person still appeared motionless, maintaining a half-squat before the slicer, switching switches, testing different modes' stability with a focused expression.

"If you're looking for drinking snacks, jerky, salted peanuts and edamame are on that table beside you." Shu said helplessly.

"Or are you coming to help me, your sister, out of conscience?"

"Heh, how put me in such a cold-light manner?" Walking over, Ling patted Shu's shoulder, glanced at the youth who had just finished pressing different modes and was about to stand up, then looked back at his sister, "Could I be mistaken? Shu actually doesn't like such lively scenes?"

Although Shu is indeed the head chef, the one truly responsible for invitations is still Ling.

The one who decided how many guests would attend this banquet is also Ling, who actively invited Biqui Teke, readily agreed to Aomo's not very hopeful 'request about those subordinate high school horse girls also wanting to come', and furthermore, without Aomo's knowledge, invited the seemingly out-of-place Zhen Mingling.

Therefore, from the perspective of agreeing with a mouth, the chef busy to the point of broken hands, Shu's two sentences of complaint are also understandable, just sounding somewhat deliberate in Aomo's ears.

Especially that unfriendly next sentence:

"Don't bother me, there's plenty of preparation work here."

"Big brother wants to come help you but you won't let him." Ling seemed somewhat wronged.

"Someone has to be responsible for greeting guests, do you expect Nian and Xi? Or is it you sneaking over here at this time."

"Big brother and Lipiya, Sai Luo and them have a very nice atmosphere, don't worry, don't worry, I'm not needed, ya, hello, Nan Miss, although it's the kitchen, but it also counts as our first formal meeting."

In the realm of seemingly getting along with everyone, Ling Miss is indeed even more forthcoming than Qianming, greeting anyone with offhand ease.

"Eh... hello." Nan Mengya unusually somewhat reserved, and her gaze lingered on the other's double horns, pointed ears and the faintly raised tail behind.

The southern team member, having arrived in this world less than two days ago, is also not so adapted to the Federation's diversity in race and aesthetics, but regardless of whether it's Qierlini'na Miss with wolf ears and tail, or Bourbon and Aizhi with horse ears and tail, or even Ling Miss with such special dragon features, all are quite handsome, cute and beautiful, outstanding to an excessive degree.

Just like Xiao Qian, who always looks rule-breaking no matter when, just from visual effect, there's a feeling of not being on the same level as everyone.

And this feeling, before entering the kitchen, she had seen even more outside, making her unable to help turning her head to look at the youth busy arranging seasonings.

Frankly speaking, compared to these exceptionally outstanding exteriors, outstanding like characters only found in manga games, this 'college student' appears particularly plain.

Even her attire and styling are not much different from the foreign fashion looks she occasionally sees on magazine covers, lacking that 'is she truly of the same world as everyone' sense of incongruity.

Thus it seems even more puzzling, always feeling something is more off somewhere.

"Mengya Miss, anything?" Aomo, having pondered for a while, finally couldn't bear the southern team member's overly direct gaze.

"No no." Hurriedly shaking her head, meeting his dark red eyes, the southern team member finally realized what was off.

"This guy would fit right in if he turned back into his demon form!"

"He's just always acted very ordinary."

"You haven't been controlling your eyes lately? Don't get scared by him, Nan Miss." Ling patted her shoulder.

This overly familiar attitude made Nan Mengya feel somewhat overwhelmed by favor.

"No, it's fine."

"She's even seen my demon form, how could she be scared?" Aomo approached with ingredients, handed them to Shu, then looked at her idling, "If you're this free, why not show a few skills?"

"I'd like to, but Shu might kick me out, is Bourbon making pastries?"

"Mm."

"What does Zhiji plan to make?"

"Hamburger patties."

After greeting Bourbon and Aizhi, receiving what seemed like a cold response, Ling also did not force conversation.

"Don't ask others, you just want no dishes but to use cooking wine for seasoning anyway." Shu crossed her arms, rare to have such an imposing air.

"Ah, that's not an experiment, you must try new cooking methods to have some flavor."

"That's just alcohol flavor, then," Aomo somewhat speechless, waved his hand, "Alright, let me withdraw my earlier invitation, you go chat with Chazuo."

Catching her gaze at times on millet, at times colliding with Qiena's, as if there were moments of exchange, I realized there might be things about myself I didn't know, and had to change my plans.

Whether for kitchen efficiency or out of situational foresight, keeping her here might not be a good choice.

"I'd like to too, but Chazuo isn't short on friends, and a group of Trassen students constantly tapping their phones leaves me only able to chat a few words with Shuhaiya and Skadi and them."

"That doesn't sound very ideal."

"So I came to look for some snacks," she turned back to pick up the peanuts and edamame millet had entrusted, then turned around again, "How about these? Maybe they'll help. By the way, can Xiao Xi drink alcohol?"

"No," Aomo said bluntly, "First, she's a minor. Second, her drinking habits aren't great."

"Too bad, how about you, Texas?" Ling then waved the snack toward Texas, "Want to join us later?"

"... Sure."

"Great! Then I'll wait for you," she laughed happily, then turned to look at Aomo, "You'll come too, right?"

"Of course, Bixiqi's condition might be worth worrying about."

"Just keep the cups coming—if I could drain the Xijiang and sip the Beidou slowly, maybe some change would come."

"Many people wouldn't want another drunkard Juanzhang."

"Haha, is that how you see it?"

"...?"

"Never mind, Millet's already glaring at me—I can't keep disturbing everyone's upcoming busyness. Looking forward to your skills!"