Super Gene Armor

Chapter 91 Ye Xiaomiao

There was no window in the kitchen, so the delicate girl drew a window on the kitchen wall.

The slanted window opened in the attic, there is sunshine outside, there are grasslands, forests, streams, and rows of golden sunflowers.

There are several pots of small flowers with no names on the window sill, all picked from the wild. The small flowers are weak and cannot withstand wind and rain.

The delicate girl looks to be 15 years old, wearing a fat white uniform that a chef would wear, which is extremely disproportionate to her slender figure. Her long black hair is stuffed into a tall hat, and the few strands of hair hiding outside look like Smooth as satin.

Girls like sunshine, and there is a similar painting in her dormitory, which she also painted, where there are blue sky and white clouds, and flocks of seagulls.

In the kitchen, whenever she has free time, the girl will lie down next to the painting and look at it repeatedly, as if it is real, there are really woods, streams, and birds singing.

Keeping watching like this, sometimes the corners of the girl's mouth would raise a slight arc, as if thinking of something that made her very happy.

Back in the dormitory, the girl always lights up the lamp when she sleeps. The light makes her feel safe in this strange place. With the light, she can see the blue sky and white clouds outside the window at any time. Smile.

At an innocent age, the girl longs to have a window for herself, but unfortunately life is bleak and cold. She has lived in this cold and dark underground for more than five years. She was ten years old when she came here, and now she is 15 years old.

The five best years of my life passed in this busy day after day.

Since that cold night, the girl has never seen the forest or the grass, nor heard the familiar voice.

Life is like a black corridor. A girl walks in the corridor forever, but she can't see the end, the sun, or the window.

Fortunately, the girl still has a pair of dexterous and delicate hands, which can make the most wonderful food in the world.

The talent for cooking food comes from the family, and the girl also likes this job.

Whenever she stood in front of the stove and waved the frying spoon in her hand, she seemed to forget where she was, and her cherished feelings were put into the ingredients, turning them into delicious dishes with attractive colors and aromas.

I remember that when the girl first came here, she couldn't reach the high pot table, so she had to move a small chair to step on her feet, and wobbled around to cook the taste they wanted for those big shots.

Those big shots are important. If the girl hadn't satisfied their need for delicious food, maybe she wouldn't be alive now.

More than five years ago, the ten-year-old little cook was a unique sight in this kitchen.

After more than five years, everyone no longer considered this issue. They all felt that cooking food for a lifetime in this windowless kitchen was the fate of a young girl, and this fate would end when she was skinny and gray-haired. .

Every year, many people come here, but no one can leave here.

Because this is the most mysterious base under Taya's control, and it has undertaken the most secret mission.

People living here should pray that this secret mission will never be completed, otherwise, once this secret mission is successful, everyone will be buried along with this secret.

After all, only the dead keep secrets.

The girl obviously didn't know that from the first second she stepped here, the ending was already doomed, otherwise she wouldn't have painted a window on the wall, and the window sill was full of pretty flowers.

In this gloomy world, a window is a luxury that will never be fulfilled.

The head chef with a ferocious face came back after praying, and his eyes glanced coldly at the kitchen.

The workers who were joking just now quickly lowered their heads and worked hard.

A blond girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old walked in from the outside, saw the tall figure of the head chef, hurriedly picked up a rag, and began to wipe the clean stove.

"Ye Xiaomiao!" shouted the head chef with black hairy arms.

"Yes." The thin girl hurriedly left the non-existent window she had drawn, and stood in a restrained manner opposite the tall old man.

"Last night, Director Diao of the Security Department ordered a snack that was half an hour late. Director Diao already complained to me during prayer today. What is going on?"

"It was three in the morning, I... I was so sleepy, I fell asleep while cooking..."

"Hmph, don't use this as an excuse. Whenever you have free time, you can't stop looking at that broken painting. Why don't you have time to rest?"

"I'm not making excuses..."

"It's good to know! Your mission is to ensure that everyone in the base is well fed! Only then will they have the energy to complete the sacred mission assigned to them by God!"

"Yes…"

"Don't say three o'clock in the morning, it's four o'clock in the morning! Five o'clock in the morning! Whether you are eating, taking a bath, or sleeping, you must be there at any time! In order to let you firmly remember your mission, I will punish you not to Have a meal!"

"Yes…"

"This is the list for today's dinner, go prepare it, if there are any mistakes, hum!"

This thin girl's name is Ye Xiaomiao, wonderful Miao.

There is a wonderful word in her name, but her life is really not so wonderful.

Seven days a week, 24 hours a day, as long as those big shots feel a little hungry at any time and want something to eat, even if she is exhausted, she will try her best to get up to satisfy the crafty appetite of these big shots.

What the big shots want to eat is just a matter of casual words, but Ye Xiaomiao, a 15-year-old cook, has to work day and night for such a word.

Long-term lack of sleep, coupled with anxiety, caused Ye Xiaomiao to suffer from mental breakdown at a young age. She was afraid of sound and other people's eyes. Even in her sleep, she would often hear the vicious head chef calling her. Name, reprimand yourself in the most unbearable language.

Enjoying delicious food is wonderful, but the people who cook it endure suffering that is anything but wonderful.

Every 15-year-old girl should have a beautiful skirt to live up to her youth.

Ye Xiaomiao only had a fat white chef's uniform and a funny top hat.

Every 15-year-old girl should hold flowers in her hands, step on the green field, hum a melodious tune, gather with her peers, talk about the world, and live up to the past.

Ye Xiaomiao was always surrounded by pungent oily fumes, and the iron pan and spoon collided with each other, making a clanging sound.

A 15-year-old girl should own the whole world.

Ye Xiaomiao has only one window, and this window is there, but it can never be opened.

Ye Xiaomiao started working again, today's life is like yesterday, and tomorrow's life will be the same as today.

No one felt that it was a kind of torture for a 15-year-old girl to undertake such a heavy workload. They had long been used to it, and they all felt that this was Ye Xiaomiao's fate, and that she should spend her life like this.

Except Annie.

Perhaps because of the similar age difference, Annie sympathized with Ye Xiaomiao.

As a waiter at the front desk, Annie can at least meet and chat with many people, but Ye Xiaomiao is always running back and forth between the back kitchen and the dormitory, without any surprises, always with a few blunt pictures face.

When she was free, Annie would tell Ye Xiaomiao the interesting things she had heard and seen from outside. Whenever this happened, Ye Xiaomiao would always prick up her ears.

"A group of capsule masters came outside."

"The capsule master should be very powerful, right?"

"What, most of them are old fat people, sighing, and bored to death, but there is a young capsule master among them who is quite handsome, with a strong body, like a martial arts practitioner."

"is it?"

"Well, and this young capsule maker likes to eat what you make."

"Why do you say that?"

"Anyway, it's right that he has a special attitude towards food. He eats very seriously. I've been outside for so long, and I haven't seen anyone so devout about food."

"He was wiping his eyes while eating. I leaned over to take a look, and saw him staring at your egg fried rice. He looked weird. Guess what?"

"What's up with him?"

"He was so moved by your bowl of egg fried rice that his eyes turned red."

(End of this chapter)