Lord Yama please let me go

Standing by the stove and watching the fire, Lan Miaomiao's face was covered with a confident light.Unexpectedly, her unexpected time travel gave her cooking skills a place to show off.

From now on, she, Lan Miaomiao, will be the chef of a high-end restaurant.

At this time, a waiter hurried into the kitchen and found where Lan Miaomiao was. She looked anxious: "Chef, Ms. Tang lost her temper outside, and the second chef was told by Ms. Tang that she was crying."

Lan Miaomiao nodded but did not respond to the waiter, all of this was within her expectation.

It's time to add seasoning to the soup in Lan Miaomiao's pot.Lan Miaomiao recalled the recipe in her mind where every gram of seasoning was extremely precise. After thinking about it, she slightly changed the measurement of seasoning in the recipe.

After a while.

"Okay." Lan Miaomiao carefully poured the soup into the prepared container, and carefully arranged the plate, "It's just right, you can serve it up, and I will go with you to see Miss Tang."

The waiter finally waited for the chef to speak, she silently breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully picked up the food that Lan Miaomiao had just prepared.

The waiter put the soup in front of Miss Tang, politely bowed slightly to Miss Tang, said hello and left.

Lan Miaomiao glanced at the sobbing Chen Yanluo standing in front of Miss Tang with her head lowered and slightly bowed.

"Miss Tang, your temper is stronger than before." Lan Miaomiao smiled and said to Miss Tang.

I saw Miss Tang lazily sitting on a soft chair under the dim light of the dining room.A form-fitting red dress envelops her mature body.A pair of slender beautiful legs overlapped, and a little snow white was slightly exposed from the slit of the skirt.

Hearing Lan Miaomiao's voice, Miss Tang seemed to be interested. She sat up slightly, and she showed Lan Miaomiao a knowing smile like an old friend she hadn't seen for many years.

Everyone in the circle knows that Ms. Tang has a good tongue, and also knows that Chef Lan is a young and accomplished chef with superb cooking skills, but few people know the friendship between Ms. Tang and Chef Lan.

The so-called friendship between gentlemen is as light as water.This is probably the relationship between Lan Miaomiao and Tang Yanluo.Although there is almost no intersection in normal times, they are really mutual confidants.

"Isn't Chef Lan different now? It's time to call you Chef Lan now."

Lan Miaomiao lowered her head and smiled, and she slowly sat opposite Tang Yanluo: "I haven't seen you for many years, and your tongue is getting more and more tricky? Look, it made our second chef cry."

"If my tongue is not sensitive, wouldn't it be you who perfunctory me? I haven't seen you for so many years, and you just found someone to perfuse me!" Tang Yanluo's beautiful eyes were full of grievances and complaints.

Lan Miaomiao looked at Chen Yanluo: "Didn't I want to give young people a chance? Back then, if I, a down-and-out chef, hadn't been lucky enough to meet an underappreciated gourmet like you, I wouldn't be able to sit where I am now. "

"Hahaha, that's true." Tang Yanluo looked at Chen Yanluo who was biting her lip and holding back tears, but her eyes were still full of displeasure, "You can barely eat it, but it's still not good enough. Young people still need to practice more, don't stand here, let's go."

Chen Yanluo bowed slightly to Tang Yanluo: "Thank you Miss Tang for your guidance, I will continue to work hard next time."

"En." Tang Yanluo nodded slightly, and stopped looking at Chen Yanluo.She turned her gaze to Lan Miaomiao who was sitting across from her.

Lan Miaomiao pointed to the soup in front of Tang Yanluo: "Taste my cooking quickly, I'm still waiting for you to comment on whether I have improved over the years."

Tang Yanluo flicked her long, wavy hair to one side, and her face was filled with the happiness of seeing her again: "How can there be no happiness? By the way, is this soup the one you cooked for me back then?"

Lan Miaomiao nodded: "Yes, but not. I modified it a little bit."

"Oh?" Tang Yanluo raised her eyebrows, "Then I'm looking forward to it."

Tang Yanluo took the porcelain-white spoon that Lan Miaomiao had prepared for her, and she gently scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it into her full red lips.

Tang Yanluo put down the spoon, eyes full of surprise: "Miaomiao, you have really changed in these years. You can feel it from this soup."

"Let's talk about it." Lan Miaomiao's eyes were also full of smiles, she enjoyed the feeling of sharing delicious food, and this feeling made her regret that she hadn't been a cook in her previous life.

"The first time I tasted your soup, it was perfect. The taste was impeccable. Now the soup has a... feeling that I didn't have before."

Tang Yanluo put her thumb on her chin, and rubbed it lightly a few times: "Yes! It's the feeling. If your soup in the past was full of color and fragrance, now the soup is not only color and fragrance, but also has an inexplicable flavor. It hits the heart."

Lan Miaomiao blinked at Tang Yanluo: "Do you know why?"

Tang Yanluo shook her head: "I don't know, this kind of feeling is something I have never experienced in the years of tasting food everywhere."

"Of course." Lan Miaomiao smiled mysteriously at Tang Yanluo, "Because I put a magical seasoning in this soup, which is a special seasoning specially prepared for you. That's my love for you. like."

"Hahahahaha." Tang Yanluo laughed out loud when she heard Lan Miaomiao's serious face, and she felt that the corners of her eyes were about to burst into tears, "Miaomiao, I didn't expect that you are now With such a big change, I even learned the local love story.”

Lan Miaomiao snorted softly, and she couldn't help but pouted: "Humph! You're not even touched at all."

"Anyway, during the years when you stayed in the kitchen and concentrated on being your chef, girls, I have traveled all over the world, and I have never seen anyone. With your little acting skills, hmph, you can't hide it from my eyes." Tang Yanluo He picked up the small bowl and drank the soup in the bowl.

She patted her flat belly: "It's really satisfying. By the way, I took annual leave this time. These days, my mouth can be satisfied by you!"

"Hey, our big gourmet is willing to stop and rest." Lan Miaomiao joked.

Tang Yanluo shook her head, her beautiful eyes swept over Lan Miaomiao's body: "I'm not young anymore, it's time to find a companion."

When Lan Miaomiao met Tang Yanluo's eyes, she froze for a moment, and then eliminated the thoughts in her mind.

How can there be such a coincidence in the world, she has been a bachelor all her life in her previous life.In this life, a beautiful woman will come to your door just after time travelling.Moreover, in Yuanshen's mind, Tang Yanluo was indeed her friend through thick and thin.

It's not like: I treat you as a best friend, but you want to sleep with me.

"Based on your current popularity and worth, what kind of one do you want to find that you can't find?" Lan Miaomiao could only pretend that she didn't see Tang Yanluo's eyes.

Tang Yanluo smiled slightly: "You know me, even in the most difficult days, I never gave up my request for nothing. So I am looking for a partner, of course I am looking for someone who can satisfy my appetite. "

Lan Miaomiao nodded, she stared at Tang Yanluo's eyes seriously, her own eyes were sore from staring at it, so she retracted her gaze.Immediately, Lan Miaomiao smiled and said, "I mean, you suddenly came to my restaurant for dinner, so it turned out that you fell in love with my cooking skills."

"Isn't this a matter of one sentence? If you like someone, just send him here, and I'll teach him a few tricks." Lan Miaomiao patted her chest, "Don't worry, your boyfriend, I will never hide it."

"Fuck you." Tang Yanluo, who has always been elegant, couldn't help but swear, "I don't care, I don't want to live in a hotel, you are a great chef, the place you live in is not bad. I want to live in your house .”

When Lan Miaomiao heard this, her face suddenly became serious.She looked around nervously, and after confirming that there was no one around them, she lowered her voice and said mysteriously:

"I'm not letting you live in my house, you know, it's very dangerous to live in my house."

The author has something to say: Recently, I was thinking about whether to change the title of the article to: There is no lower limit for the King of Hell to spoil his wife.

But I also feel that the title is inexplicably romantic.

But, I feel that my title is not enough to highlight my content...

Sigh, my little brain is almost tangled up...